Week 7 - whay a memory. We went to Pangandaran on southern coast to learn how to surf. All was going well on train journey from Jogjakarta until we met a dutch baboo who would not go away. We thught we had lost him since he got off at a different station only to find him sitting at the gates of Pangandaran, what a loser. Pangandaran was very quiet, since it is now low season and it suffered tourism since its last tsunami in 2006 where 700 people lost there lives, but all the same we thought this would be a good place to learn to surf.
Only managed to last one night since the following day after a mornings surf, I (graham that is) had severe abdominal and lower back pain. Mariana quickly went through our medical encyclopedias which we have been carrying around the world, and we agreed that I may have a kidney stome or three. Called sickly Ben since he has had evereything, and he confirmed the symptons were kidney stones. Hopped on a moped and was taken to the local witch doctor who prescribed me with anti-biotics, paracetamol and big dose (other end) painkillers, which we later found out were for haemorrhoids.
After a few hours of more extreme pain Mariana decided we should go to Jakarta and see a specialist at one of the hospitals. I agreed since I would do anythging to get rid of this pain, so we chartered a mini van to drive us 7 hours. After 5 hours of pain endurance and many more pills I finally passed out. Woke in Jakarta and the pain had stopped, so we went directly to the hotel for some rest.
The following day we went to see a doctor, all fine just stay on the antibiotics. WE did wonder around Jakarta, but it is basically a complete shit hole. The majority of people seemed very hostile towards us and we felt very nervous walking around. Very glad to get out and fly to Singapore.
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