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BANDUNG
(a FISHY FOOTSTOOL)
JAVA INDONESIA
hotel, where Guy was waiting, feeling only slightly
better from the night's sickness. It took us till
nearly sunset to get back to Bandung, on the
"Bumibumibumi" and the "Beduhbeduhbeduh" "express"
At one point (as in Burma) my feet were resting
(there was no choice really) on a large fish. Some-
how in the hustle-bustle of the station, I found myself
in shared taxi back to hotel + never looked up my
female friend & polygamy victim.
FRI JUNE 7 From the balcony of our hotel, on 2nd
story, I watched sun rise over surrounding hills.
Hot free tea provided by this (+ all Indonesian) hotel.
We loafed a bit, + then set about discovering
the great volcano Tangkuban prahu. If posisble,
the minibus was more crowded than yesterday's
Guy + I made sure we were up front + comfy but no, the driver
insisted on squessing a fat woman in too. At this
point, I was practically driving. One foot was between
the steering column and the gear lever, and there
was no way I could see a driver changing gears
at all. The drivers solution? - move the woman between
me + driver, putting Guy at window. Her knees weren't
so long + bony, + by maneuvering his hands (awkward-
ly) he could reach the lever. Every time we shifted
gears, I imagined him saying "excuse me" to the
poor woman, who's "territory" was being so wantonly
invaded. For the sake of an extra 150 kp, driver