Stuck in customs

We took a taxi to the airport and checked in (Soekarno is another airport where they xray your bags before you go to the check-in desk, and also one that bizarrely collects cash off you before you're allowed to fly). After another lap of the terminal to ensure we'd looked at all the doughnut shops and determined it's not just J.CO that arranges doughnuts randomly, we went through to immigration.

Ojek

For our last night in town we took a ride over to a Lebanese restaurant a few streets away. Every day that we've been in Jakarta we've seen little cardboard signs stuck on trees by the side of the road, with the magical incantation 'OJEK' magic markered on them. It took a few days before we realised that this was the Bahasa for motorcycle taxi. Or, as we refer to it in other worlds, being insane.

Breakfast in Jakarta

Today we got up and crossed the street back to Plaza Indonesia, and ate breakfast at a French bistro while we waited for the rest of the mall to open so we could get breakfast.

Avocado and doughnuts

Today we went hunting for doughnuts. Across the road from our hotel is an enormous mall, flowing over most of a city block, and somewhere within it is a branch of J.CO, an Indonesian doughnut franchise.

Ice cream and happy landings

We flew back to Jakarta today in a small jet, that felt like it landed sideways on the runway; it certainly wasn't a smooth touchdown with the wings horizontal, and I was clenching the arm rests hard enough to leave fingerprints. Still, at least we landed and came to a halt without any sort of disaster. That's not too much to ask.