Racing west out of Bogor on our pack of vintage 250s, Mt. Salak looming in the background, the scent of Java on the road is always a fragrant mélange
of roadside vendor’s cooking smoke, motorcycle exhaust and sweet tropical flowers.
Racing west out of Bogor on our pack of vintage 250s, Mt. Salak looming in the background, the scent of Java on the road is always a fragrant mélange
of roadside vendor’s cooking smoke, motorcycle exhaust and sweet tropical flowers.