Javanese Chicken with Avocado

We had taken the night train from Jakarta to Yogyakarta in the centre of Java. In the crush to board the train I had all my traveller’s cheques stolen and we then had to sit up all night on wooden seats, stopping constantly. I began to hate Java. But soon after we arrived our luck changed when we went to visit an old lady whose daughter I had met in Jakarta. Mrs Sahir was tiny, with a neat black bun, humorous eyes and a turned-up nose. She laughed a lot and took us everywhe