Yogyakarta

I touched down in Yogya at 6 in morning with a hungover. In the town I took the first hostel that was 5$ and slept for hours. It is the worst place I stayed at in a long time, with cigarettes in corners and just plain dirty sheets. The ventilator didn't work. The only upside was that I was the only guest in the place (except of the mouse near the squat toilet).
Yogya has a lot of autonomous power in Indonesia, which the local Sultan holds. A Sultan is the equivalent of a King. The city it self has few attractions next to the home of the Sultan, which is more a little city in the city. The main reason to come to Yogya is the Prambanan and the Borobudur temple.
Prambanan is a sight out of town where a huge Hindu temple is very close to a bit smaller Buddhist temple. They are both in pretty shape, even though they got hit by an earthquake some years ago. The fact that two religions can live so closely together speaks for the peaceful means of these two religions. The whole place is now part of a huge scam where locals pay 8% of what international tourists pay. But well worth it anyway.
Borobudur is a Buddhist temple to the west of town. Which is nicely located in a green valley. The whole temple is build out of volcanic stone and impresses mostly with it's size.
The last day the already overdue rainy season started. Life comes to a virtual stand still, as soon as the clouds break.