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Updated: May 12, 2025
A paternal Government provides the traveller with a half-way house, erecting a large hotel at Maos, with uniform rates, entirely for the benefit of the passenger by rail.
One is considerably handicapped in Java unless Dutch or the dialect can be spoken, for, in learning from others the true inwardness of things, we are powerless without language, however much we might supply certain physical needs by the use of pantomime. MAOS, February 25th: At 2 P.M. on the 25th of February, we took the train for Maos, in order to break the long railway journey to Batavia.
This was evidently a highway or postroad, worthy of emulation in other lands, and planned by the Government, a veritable blessing to man and beast. We passed a comfortable night in Maos at the Government rest house, Staats, and left at the early hour of 6 A.M. for a return journey to Batavia.
Our route lay through tea, coffee and cocoa plantations, and richly cultivated country to Tjiandjoer a thriving little mountain town, with an air of prosperity and progress, where we joined the train at 9.30 a.m. for Padalarang. Here, at 11.10 a.m., a change was made to the express from Batavia, and Maos was reached at 5.46 p.m.
At Maos their ways separated, though fate brought them together again on board the steamer to Singapore. Another companion of the journey was a versatile young Dutchman who spoke many languages and proved to be very good company. This gentleman apparently had no great admiration for his fellow-countrymen, as he saw them in Java.
These wens are considered hereditary in some families, and seem thus independent of situation. They never produce positive suffering nor occasion early death, and may be considered rather as deformities than diseases. It is never attempted to remove them." We reached Djocjakarta in the ordinary way through Maos.
At Maos, there is a commodious, well-built, comfortable passagrahan or government rest-house, where four of us ate our meal in solemn silence, until a query by ourselves when the coffee arrived broke the icy reserve of the quartette, and opened the way for an interesting conversation.
The trains, of course, as in the Federated Malay States, run only from sunrise to sundown, and the through traveller between the two principal towns must sleep the night at Maos, where a commodious pasanggrahan or rest-house provides clean, comfortable accommodation and wholesome food.
The first stage of the journey was to Tassimalaja, and, leaving Garvet at two, they arrived there in time for dinner. So far as could be judged from a very brief stay during the dark hours and early morning, this seemed a pretty little country town, but the train left early and there was little time to look about. The first important stop was at Maos, where a change had to be made.
As usual next morning, the time fixed for the train to leave was very early, and other trains were starting too, and of these Abu selected the one on the point of departure for Maos in which to stow all the portable luggage no small amount and this was only rescued as the train was actually on the move. This, of course, necessitated hurried action, making those who hurried hot.
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