Jogja seemed like the silver capital of Indonesia. We spent a couple of days roaming silversmith shops and all the other goodies that Indonesia had to offer. I was after batik, but it had to be green and brown seemed to be the dominant colour on display. My daughter was drawn to fake Cartier watches. This was a dream come true for her because everything was cheap compared to Australia. We idled through markets where batiks hung like waving flags, tasbis (Muslim prayer beads) filled entire stalls in a multitude of designs and hues, and the food was to die for.
My daughter’s favourite drink was kopi susu—coffee with condense 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. The coffee came in a glass with condense milk resting on the bottom and the dark coffee on top. Each time a waiter set the drink on the table, she’d measure the amount of condense milk and her face would light up if there was a generous amount.