Jogja Part 3: Planned Anthem

The gamelan will ping and gently gong under a million piercing Java stars; the torchlight will flicker and glow on a thousand anxious faces; and, like a dew slowly soaking Papaya leaves in the still-shadowy dawn, a man draped in the crazy vines and tattoo lines of a royal batik will glide to the mic. … Continue reading Jogja Part 3: Planned Anthem

Jogja Part 2: Zombie Zen

We were the walking undead—moaning, grunting, shuffling lifelessly off the panting train and onto Jogjakarta’s storied soil. “Uuuuggghhhhh.” It was 4 AM.  This overnight train was not ideal for sleeping—too much clacking, too much sideways jerking around the curves, too much light in the aisles, and too cold, much too cold, air blasting from the… Continue reading Jogja Part 2: Zombie Zen

Jogja Part One: Vendetta

“I’m coming for you, Jogja, and this time,” I clinched my fists at my sides, “it’s personal.” “What are you mumbling about?” Andy yelled over the din of traffic, already hefting her backpack from the taxi’s trunk.  An endless stream of Jakarta headlights and blaring horns rumbled between us and the train station.  “Are you… Continue reading Jogja Part One: Vendetta