Mini Update--- Sorry for the Delay-- Made the Huge Trek Across South Sumatra

We've made it to Jakarta!  It took us 6 long days across Sumatra, and now I am feverish, so blogging will be delayed further until the next stop.  Suffice to say its been a long and beautiful ride.  And we got to see a sunset over Krakatoa.

Tonight we meet with a fellow RoundTheWorld-enthusiast from Jakarta, which will be good.  Its a small world as he has also met with Nathan and Dot, and the Estonian couple Margus and Kariina we bumped into in Penang.  There are RoundTheWorld-loons everywhere!

The blog's on its way, sorry.

cheers
Nicky

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