Irishman was tied up with university work and writing for most of our stay in Jogja so Mrs Nev was left to her own devices. With so much to see in and around Jogja this was hardly going to be a problem. It was more a matter of having enough time to visit all the places that I’d earmarked for my forays whilst Irishman got on with the important task of earning our bacon.
I hired a driver for 3 days which meant that with wheels and a chauffeur now at my disposal, I could explore the back streets and villages in and around Jogja and not have to worry about finding a taxi or ojek out in the sticks.
After completing our transformational paint job at the Bali house a few months back, I’ve had a fancy for getting some huge terracotta pots and painting them a deep yellow to go with the backdrop of blues, oranges and bright pinks that now glow from the exterior walls.
First stop was Kasongan, a village a few miles outside Jogja and famous for it’s potteries. Steering clear of the tourist shops, I got Agi to take me round the back streets and it was here that I found what I wanted. It was a hot day and the smouldering fires under the basic but effective kilns made it stifling . I bought 3 enormous pots (1.5 metres high) 2 large Buddha heads and a wonderful, Cretian like statue of a bull all for under £100 including shipping to Bali. The bull was a totally random purchase but sometimes these things need to be done.
For the rest of my stay aside from visiting Borobudur, The Kraton and of course the Sultan’s infamous pleasure pools, Agi took me on my very own Promenade en voiture out into the surrounding countryside and kampungs where I delighted in the rural scenes, the lush padi fields, and marvelled at the freshness and greenness that surrounded me; A far cry from the madness of Jakarta.
And, because Agi is as fond of his stomach as I am, we made a small detour to the Monggo chocolate factory at Kotagede to buy some of their divine chocolate which we then greedily polished off on the way back home.