Rainy days in Yojakarta

This was George's ride in Yojakarta - we went our separate ways for a couple of hours as I planned a sleep, changed my mind, went out to look for George and the heavens opened!! As this guy was riding George around the city, I was cowered under a stall umbrella with as many other Indonesian people who could fit in, all talking to me in Indonesian as I shook my head and laughed. What a sight we must have looked and in Indonesia, as we soon learnt, when it rains it pours! Luckily we managed to find each other later and dry off with a bottle of Bintang