The green little boat in the picture is the one that we used to get from one side of the river to the other. I didn't realise I was standing on it until until it started moving, it didn't really look like much of a boat.
The market is about the same size as many in Jakarta, but the biggest difference is that they don't see many white people, Otto and I became a huge attraction, and at one point I felt like a pied piper with all these children giggling after us. There is a big wet market attached which is mainly for fish and chicken.
Indonesia is never complete without chili, this country uses it much more than my Australian palate can handle, but I am slowly getting used to it.
The experience is only made that much better by the locals, even though we have a language barrier, we can still have a laugh at our inability to understand, and pantomime is becoming a fairly effective tool.
We returned home exhausted, thirsty and hot, but happy, and ready for a nap!