Enthusiastic report from female traveler across East-Indies. The impression that the writer render throughout her journey was Java as the fairy-land with rich soil and enervating climate. Muddy rivers over the hills and vales, sprouting rice of admirable irrigation and filled with vibrant-color landscape of the sky at the beach and mountain. From the idyllic grace of natural landscape to oddly familiar white-washed big building around Batavia, de Witt describe every little detail of her new experience in Java, western Java in particular. Not only have the places; city, village, natural landscape, but she also described her astonishment meeting the natives. Instead narrating white superiority, which was common during that time, she told the story in both sides as she carefully put,"... to rightly judge the manners and custom of a country is to look at them from the point of view of the natives..." (p.250)
She close her frenetic image of her journey on Java with beautiful phrase," I know that the fancies are every whit as real and living as the facts, that the poetry and the romance are as faithful representation of things as they are, as the driest prose could be." (p.315)