The volcanic island of Java is a rather special place. After all, it's home to the first archaeological specimen of homo erectus ever found, incredible biodiversity and coffee beans.

Seeking Osamas among the undulating banana leaves of Jakarta's charming side streets led me to an even more remarkable little boy. Let me introduce you to little Osama, aged 6 years, 10 months and 19 days. He loves riding his bike, among other things including his skateboard, Playstation and parents. Possibly in that order.

Young Osama was born in a Leeds hospital on September 11th 2001. His name had been decided many months before that day. I watched a video tape of his birth at a hospital in Leeds today and heard his father announce his name in the delivery suite. A fresh English rose of a midwife replies in a broad Yorkshire accent "Ooh, that's a lovely name!"

Today we played together, ate chocolate cake and chased squawking chickens down the street. He's too young to really understand why his name and birthday are so astonishing for us and why British broadsheets ran huge colour pictures of him as a newborn. He did love learning that his name means "young lion" in Arabic, and here's a picture of both of us doing our best lion impressions. His beats mine hands down I think.