Jakarta to Surakarta: A tale of two Javas

Indonesia wasted no time making an impression. My journey began in Jakarta — a city of striking contrasts, where skyscrapers, mosques, motorbikes, and street food all compete for attention. It’s busy, noisy, and a little chaotic — but that’s part of the charm. Jakarta doesn’t ease you in… it wakes you up.

One of the more unexpected highlights? Finding the elementary school attended by Barack Obama during his childhood in Jakarta. Tucked into a modest neighborhood, it’s easy to miss — but standing there, I couldn’t help but smile. From this quiet corner of Jakarta to the White House — you never know where a journey might begin.

Another memorable introduction to Indonesian culture came through Wayang Kulit, traditional shadow puppets that tell ancient stories from the Ramayana and Mahabharata. Intricately carved leather puppets, dramatic lighting and the hypnotic sound of gamelan music create an experience both theatrical and spiritual. It’s storytelling Indonesian style and it’s been captivating audiences for centuries.

Then came Surakarta, also known as Solo, and everything slowed down.

If Jakarta is Indonesia’s modern pulse, Surakarta is its cultural soul. Located in Central Java, this smaller city feels welcoming, relaxed, and deeply rooted in tradition. Known for handcrafted batik, gamelan music drifting through courtyards, royal heritage and traditional markets. Solo charms the visitor.

Perched on the slopes of Mount Lawu, Sukuh Temple feels mysterious and almost otherworldly. Built in the 15th century, its stepped pyramid design looks more like something from South America than traditional Indonesian temples. But what really makes Sukuh unique are its bold and symbolic carvings — representing fertility, life, and the natural cycle of existence.

From there, we headed deeper into the hills to Parang Ijo Waterfall.

A short walk through lush greenery led to cascading water tumbling down layered rock formations. The setting was peaceful and uncrowded — just the sound of rushing water and cool mountain air. It felt like a hidden escape, and the perfect contrast to the temple’s ancient energy.

Our final stop was Kemuning Tea Plantation, and the scenery couldn’t have been more beautiful.