Globe Gallivanting- motorbiking across the world

trying to get the bike working outside the port some small helpers... We were in Kupang, straight off the 20 hour ferry,  hurriedly trying to negotiate the repair of one defunct starter motor so we could cross the border before the visas ran out.  It was weekend.  The mechanics were all shut.  The mechanics themselves were no doubt out singing hymns in one of the makeshift churches someone had thoughtfully erected outside our room. We were stuck.  So we did what any good Brit does when stuck, and wandered off to find a pub... At the nearest bar, forty hefty lads from the Australian navy thwacked each other on the back and insulted each other's genitalia.  We got chatting to a young engine-repairer who decided we were Dutch.  They were on a secret reconaissance mission in Indonesian waters.  It was somewhat less secret after six Bintang beers.  We watched gleefully as their Captain got very involved with a young Indonesian ladyboy...

Borobodur boudoirs and a big kooky town At the Borobudur Buddhist temple it was weekend and very busy.  Indonesian teenage boys giggled behind a Buddha, and took photos of a Japanese girl’s behind.  It was an interesting old place, but most visitors didn't seem that impressed.  We wandered off and found some pleasant shrubbery. The hotel we spent those nights in was brilliant, with giant stone hot showers, and carved wooden furniture, and a terrace overlooking the rice paddies to have amazing food on.  It cost a measly $12.  I could have spent several lifetimes sat there, so its probably a good thing we left… The ride to Yogyakarta was short and sharp, and we rocked up in traveller-ville an hour later.  Touts squealed at us from rickshaws, and tourists wandered about in vest tops and shorts.   We went for a walk, and found a 12yr old boy on the pavement taking poo out of his trousers with his hands and throwing it at the ground in giant m...