This water coaster is enticing, so I head on out. After boarding the Transport System elevator, I am whisked to the level of nirvana. I’m about to board another exciting coaster buried in what appears to be a man-made mountain. Upon leaving the station we are dropped in a series of very wet landing pads of water. Very refreshing and I feel the life coming back into my tired old carcass. At the end of the ride I take a photo op to get some great pictures from one of the highest points in the park.

I descend to ground level and head on over to Jakarta. This is the capital and most densely populated area. This bustling area is home to a modern hotel and the ever-present sound of motor bikes buzzing through the urban landscape. Being an old time Harley rider, I rent one of these scooters and head out to explore the area. Oops, I forgot about the congestion and am caught up in a race through the city. My under powered steed is struggling to keep up, so I hunker down and wind the rubber band tight. With no regard for life or limb I proceed to chew up traffic like a renegade Murray mower. I wish I could speak the language because I seem to be causing quite a stir amongst the locals. Off in the distance I spy the rental office and pull in to catch my breath. I don’t know what I did but I’m removed from my bike and escorted to the door. Shaking my gray old head I remark that I prefer a ride to Sturgis over this congestion.