On the way back from Pamanukan, Darwin and I happened across a motocross event. We stopped for a while and watched as the locals raced motorcycles on the track. I enjoyed hanging out there for a while, but it is at events like this that being a big white non Indonesian speaking white boy makes you stand out like a sore thumb. People are interested, but the language barrier is too strong. I found that motocross and motorcycle racing...

I was able to locate some areas that had Internet service. The closest location was about 25 minutes away in the town of Pamanukan. The route took us through the potholed back roads of Cilandok Lor and on to the main two lane road that goes across Java. I couldn’t muster the nerve to ride myself on that main road. There were too many reasons not too, the most important of which were my lack of experience on Indonesian roads and...