With Helen finally having at least limited success with the Australian consulate, I finally found time to reach out in search of a train ticket. Helen had been called by a German guy for whom she acted as an agent in Jayapura, inviting her to attend a tourism conference in Bali in a couple of days. That was my cue to justify my escape then, I was fortunate in that Jakarta's rail terminuses are mercifully pretty central so it wasnt too long before I found the incongruous Pasar Senen station. Directed into an advanced booking office, it was an unexpected bonus to leave the queues behind and find a quiet haven where an amiable official helped me fill out the Bahasa booking form, and soon I had the very ticket I wanted with commensurate ease. None of the Sumatra bullshit here. I had sacrificed valuable time in order to be with Helen, and the overnight trundle to Yogyakarta was a relatively giant leap to take me to central Java in search of renewed progress, focus and determination. With only 10 days now left on my visa I also knew now that I would struggle to do Java justice before having to jet off to Kalimantan and egress into Malaysia. I resolved that whatever misgivings I might have had, and however much I might later feel a modicum of regret, my impromptu week long blowout in Jakarta had still served as a panacea for the hardships and frustrations endured in recent weeks. Almost 10 months on the road, part of the learning process had been that I could be too hard on myself, and being with Helen had just been part of that acceptance. I had needed her and she was worth it.