Caught a 7am minibus to the station to collect our tickets and grab our seats. The train was pretty full and the toilets should have been condemned but it wasn't as bad as I'd been expecting. We hired some seat cushions, read, listened to our Walkmans and ate our Trebor fruit salads and Nice biscuits. The train aisles were full of boxes of who-knows-what, bags of what I would describe as leaves, beggars and the sellers that we had become accustomed to on our bus journeys. Beth bought a fan but we resisted the fruit, strange food, cuddly toys, fags, sweets, aqua and the rest.
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| Local kids playing on the trains |
Overall it was a far nicer experience than the bus, even though it was an hour late and despite the occasional nutter who would sit down and stare at us. Bandung train station was clean, smart and very well kept unlike the rest of the town. We encountered our first full losmen but settled for a grotty room in a hotel full of single Indonesian men. Beth was a bit put out by the atmosphere and I don't blame her. We had a chinese in a very posh restaurant but it still cost bugger all.
2012
For any ex-pat poms that might be missing fruit salads, nice biscuits and even blackjacks, sherbert lemons, bisto and daddies sauce then try here. They even stock Birds Trifle - it's a shame it wasn't around in 1991 as we could have avoided the Great Christmas Trifle Debacle.
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