The next couple of days did not go as planned, with my resolve to ensure new focus under pressure of time being usurped by a decline in health which had me seriously worried. The copious phlegm accompanied cough I had picked up in Jakarta had now developed into a constant headache of hangover proportions and strangely an inflamation of the gums which made my teeth feel loose. It was the worst I had felt my whole trip, worrying in its persistence, and incapable of the important alluring daytrips I had planned from Yogya, all I could manage was a reinvestment of my time in squaring away much needed time on the net, anaesthetised by bottles of Bintang. First priority was to check my medical insurance, I really did have to begin to wonder if I had picked up one of the tropical nasties. Certainly malaria and Dengue Fever amongst a myriad of other possibilities were now serious considerations, god knows the mosquitos had been bad enough, and I had visions of having to imminently forego my trip and return home. And yet as long as I didnt develop a fever, the telltale sign of real trouble, I tried to stubbornly soldier on, baulking at the marathon foray required for the outlying tantalising temple complexes, only to be dismayed at the singular lack of transport headed towards the Air Force Museum.
One important task I did belatedly get done however was the purchase of an air ticket, resisting the overstated promises of a plethora of backstreet pretenders to finally discover a reputable agency up to the job. It had been very insidious, and god knows there had been too many distractions, but I now found that even in the absence of a tutorial book I managed to bag my one way ticket from Semarang to Pontianak entirely in Bahasa, and it was a suitable reward to find it still available for my chosen date at a price markedly less than what had hitherto been quoted.