Well, not so much a coffee shop as a collection of crisps, biscuits, chocolates and sweets laid out on a tarp and/or pinned to a crumbling wall. The barista pours the powder into a plastic cup, tops it up with hot water from her pink thermos and voila !
Ye Gods above but Indonesian coffee is fantastic. It’s STRONG, thick, creamy, sweet and de-licious. It puts hairs on the hairs on your chest.
An open drain ran through it all, cool, photogenic dudes hung around, and cheeky and surprisingly saucy ladies too ! It was a cool haven under the trees as we waited to commence the lunacy that is boarding a boat in Indonesia.