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Jogya was like the silver capital of Indonesia. We spent a couple of days roaming silversmith shops and all the other goodies Indonesia offered.

I was after batik but it had to be green. My daughter was drawn to fake Cartier watches. This was a dream come true for her because everything was super cheap. We idled through markets where batiks hung like waving flags; tasbis (Muslim prayer beads) filled entire stalls in a multitude of colours; and the food was to die for.
My daughter’s favourite drink was kopi susu. I know, if you speak Hindi, this means something entirely different, but in Malay, susu means milk. Yes, I let her drink coffee in Indonesia because she needed a bit of spoiling. She was homesick, religiously counting down each day till our return. Condense milk rested on the bottom of a glass with dark coffee on top. Each time a waiter placed the drink on the table, she measured the amount of condense milk before stirring. The more sweet milk, the more her eyes sparkled.
Ahhhh bring back memories of Bali and batik !
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