April 5. Solo.
On our last morning in Solo, we planned to visit the two palaces.
We took two motor-trishaws (becak) to Surakarta Kraton on a lovely morning. The drivers passed by batik shops but did not stop. I suspect they deliberately drive by to prove that they made an effort to turn into the street.
After paying for the palace entrance, an older man volunteered to be our tour guide. (Later he hinted for the guide tips but that’s just part of the protocol.)
We did the tour in Indonesian since that’s probably a better way to learn about the place than an English tour, although I think he’s able to do both.
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