Indonesia – Day 6 Kidzania

After hiking up a mountain, muddy, sweaty, and cranky, my mother had an ingenious idea to take us straight to Jakarta, to one of the most lavish mall in Jakarta where you will see Rolls Royce and Lamborghini displayed smack down in the middle of the mall, where Prada and Hermes were featured along with Bottega Veneta and Givenchy. Do you remember my muddy butt attire? Yeah, I entered the mall like so. I had to cover my behind with my large purse but at the same time my mom keeps telling me to keep my purse at sight afraid something inside my purse will get stolen. Hhmm, tough decision, I chose to cover my butt.

To compromise with the kids, we decided to take them to Kidzania. Kidzania is an educational indoor theme park. Upon entering Kidzania Jakarta, kids are given a boarding pass, a map of the city, and a 50 Kidzos (the official currency of Kidzania) paycheck. Inside, kids work on over 70 different professions. Some establishments require children to pay a significant amount of Kidzos. If one runs out of money, they must work in establishments that offer salaries in a significant amount of Kidzos. A security bracelet is required during entry so that parents can find you if you are lost, and can only be removed upon return to the front desk.

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Treyton, waiting for Uncle Alvin to enter. This is him sitting down on an invisible chair.

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Treyton, Ivory and Alvin got to be a deejay.

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Cashing his Kidzos paycheck

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Check up at the hospital to get a medical ID. He will then take this medical ID to the Dept. of Transportation to get his mug shot and issued a driver license. He can then take his driver license to go car racing. The sequence must be done as so.

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To get to this point you must have a driver’s license which you must have medical ID to get a driver’s license. You get it now?

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This is where “the chefs” are. This is where Treyton was given a chicken nugget and the task is to put the chicken nugget between two soda crackers with a slice of cheese and ketchup. Yeah, I didn’t think so either.

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Moulding chocolate at the SilverQueen factory. SilverQueen is the brand name of chocolate in Indonesia.

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They learn how to paint

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Slacking from painting

There were other places that Treyton, Ivory and Alvin got to experience, such as the dentist, where kids could do some teeth cleaning and tooth extraction on a dummy, the police station where were chauffeur by an adult to chase a robber throughout the park, the fire truck went around the park before it’s final destination of a burning building where kids could put out the fire (all light simulated), a movie theater where kids can be the person selling tickets, or be an actor, a pizza place where kids can make their own dough and top their own pizzas. They even had a night club for kids, which was odd to me, where kids could either be a deejay or just dancing on the floor under the disco ball.

Each of these activities are sponsored by giant corporations in Indonesia. The Dentist was sponsored by Pepsodent brand of toothpaste wildly use in Indonesia, the Chocolate factory by Silver Queen company, so on and so forth.

It’s quite a fun place really, unfortunately my camera ran out of battery and the phone camera also ran out of battery as we didn’t expect to come here at all.

Indonesia Day 6 – Seeking Hidden Waterfalls

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We started our day with this for breakfast. Sweet sticky rice rolled in banana leaves, steamed, cut up and served with fresh coconut flakes and gula jawa (palm sugar) syrup. This was a treat for me as I grew up eating this almost every weekend. Even Treyton and Jeff who have never had this liked it and it was to my mother’s surprise.

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While we ate our breakfast, we were also entertained by this fella, Mrs. Hen. After laying her brown egg, he decided to come out of the cage and went for a drink. It was a treat to see! Mr. Rooster cock-a-doodle-do-ing in the background worried about Mrs. Hen being a free-hen and all. It was hilarious!

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Unfortunately, this is the last picture of Mrs. Hen as she died after being attacked by some sort of rodent (ferret or mongoose)

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I want to also introduce you to Mr. Beo (Gracula Religiosa). Treyton absolutely loves this bird. This dude talks and talks, not those bird tweet tweet talk, the bird bloody talks Indonesian. My mother had taught these phrases (hello!, wow keren! (as in wow cool! in English) among other phrases. Treyton loves repeating wow keren!

Today’s agenda involve in hiking up through rice paddies along the foot of a mountain. Let’s just say my mother is notorious at keeping the little details of fatal information and there were a lot of unexpected things that we wished we had know before going to this journey. Like she failed to mention that the hike would be along a single lane human traffic, full of mud. She also said wear your sandals because we don’t want to get dirty, great idea, but considering the sharp rocks and the muddy paths we should have worn our tennis shoes. It was 100 degrees Fahrenheit that day that we should have equipped ourselves with sunscreen and hat. But we didn’t, thus Jeff was burnt to crisp on the back of his neck. Luckily Treyton posses my Indonesian skin where when exposed to extreme rays, it gets dark not burnt.

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We drove until the road became a two lane dirt road, which became one lane dirt road, which became a treacherous path of potholes and gaps that we decided to go on foot fearing that the van would either go in hole or flip over. Our van was followed by these kids looking to be our porters. They were about to offer their service to carry whatever we’ve got, including small kids. Yes you heard me, pictures below.

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We walked through a small village, see the rock path, not flip flop friendly. Passed locals building traditional Javanese structures through this jungle village. Chickens, goats, lamb freely walk everywhere.

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Some friends we met along the way. Unfortunately these kids cannot afford school so they stayed home.

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Saw a bunch of these along the way. These are cages for goats and lambs, next to the farmer’s house.

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Chickens, goats, lambs walk everywhere, interacting with people

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Apparently it’s also a good parking spot

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Whoa! Hello! After reaching the edge of the village we exit the jungle onto a plateau overssing the rice fields in the valley.

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Yeap, my well pedicured, silver toes were completely wrecked.

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By this point, Treyton was begging to come back but we were only halfway there. Fortunately the kid we hired, offer to carry him. Please don’t judge and yes we paid him REALLY well.

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Do you see the white spot on the upper right hand side? That’s the hidden waterfalls we’re trying to get to.

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My favorite shot.

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Oh Alvin had such a great time every time he fell in the deep mud

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Our first break point. The kids went swimming.

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Yeap, I fell on my butt, several times! No I did not shit my pants.

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Gathering my “qi” (chi) for the next miles and miles to the waterfalls

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This is the point where Jeff and I got separated from the group and got lost. One of the kids we hired came back looking for us. Oh Thank Goodness and God Bless His Soul.

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WE MADE IT! Finally arrived at the waterfall

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Andrew Zimmern?! Is that you? Jeff was relieved that he wasn’t the only white dude there.

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About the only picture I have of Treyton and I throughout this trip. Thanks to me madre

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Posing in front of a small store where Jeff had to buy a new flip flop since his expensive sandal that he most loved had been completely ruined.

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Okay folks, do you see the hanging green thing to your right? That’s called Petai Beans (Parkia Speciosa) or stink beans. It’s earned its nickname because of its super pervasive smell that lingers in the mouth and body and give strong smell to one’s urine and cause strong-smelling flatulence. And a lot of Indonesian dishes include these beans so take extra precautions when dining in Indonesia.

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Treyton, contemplating crossing this bamboo bridge. This is what Treyton said in this scenario “One by one you guys, one by one, let me go first!” NO, Ivory, don’t go yet, let me get to the other side first.” His scream has attracted quite an audience as you can tell. The Indonesian kids were gigling like crazy, saying “OMG check out this bule” Bule (pronounce Boo-lech) means white person in Indonesian.

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Padi farmer, click on the picture for a larger view

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This is rice before they were pitted from it’s shell.

Indonesia Day 5 – Depok Bogor

There wasn’t much going on this day. My mom took all of us girls to a spa. Now, let me tell you this, this ain’t your typical spa here in the United States. This one particular spa is attended and serviced by women only, no dudes are allowed inside. This will give the chance to the girls with cover up to also be able to enjoy the service.

Apparently it’s called “Pijat Lulur”. Pijat means massage, Lulur means body scrub. Now you can’t be shy here. For 2.5 hours you get a full massage, head to toes, yes, chest too! I was taken to the second floor where you are taken to a small space behind a curtain where you’ll find a massage bed. Each bed was separated only by curtains. After stripping down, buck naked you lie down on your stomach and that’s when these fantastic tiny little girls with hands as strong as a lumberjack yet the skin is as soft as a baby’s bottom, start working on your taut muscles from years of sitting in a cubicle staring at a computer answering phones and emails. My girl, Tita, literally spent 15 minutes on each of my limbs.
The massage is followed by lulur. Lulur is a concoctions of natural herbs formed into a paste that resembles a scrub. They were applied with hard strokes to remove the first layer of the epidermis full of dead cells to promote the growth of new cells so your skin stays youthful. That’s what I was told anyway. The last thing we had to do was to remove the oil from the massage, the leftover paste from the lulur, by taking a shower and drank jamu, an herb drink to soothe your soul.
I felt like a million bucks afterward. I highly recommend for visitor to do this while visiting Indonesia. The cost for the entire blissful session was ten dollars. Yes, you heard me right.
I found the name of the place we had this heavenly treatment. It’s called Salon Rengganis and this link will give you directions to the place.
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I went to visit my dear high school friends. I was two hours late because we couldn’t find the place where we were supposed to meet. The place was called Mang Engking, near one of the biggest universities in Jakarta, Universitas Indonesia. Here’s a blog I found online written by a local for photos and description of this place. This type of place seems to be a trend here in Indonesia. It was GREAT to see my friends well and healthy and ate what’s left of the food that’s been sitting for 2 hours.
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Wiwit, Dita and her son Bagas (cute as button), Endah, Me, Jeff and Treyton
We then visited my grandma’s house where we also arranged to meet my uncles, aunties, nieces and nephews whom some I have never met and some I have not seen in 13 years. As excited I was to see them I was most excited to see my friends whom I grew up during my teenage years. My uncle took me around the neighborhood after Maghrib trying to see if anyone was home. I was able to meet some who were still residing there. Most of them had moved away. Aaaah the memories. It was funny seeing everyone’s reactions. Most of them had to take a second look at me to realize that it was me. They wouldn’t have recognized me if I were just passing by.
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My niece Ivory in green, my mom, Treyton, Jeff, My grandmother, my sister Putri, my uncle Agung and his daughter, Ria, Me, Aunti Vera Lila (Agung’s wife) and her son.
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My grandma with Ivory and her cousin
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My high school friend Frida came over with her daugher Filia. My mother used to compare me with Frida back in the days. “Why can’t you be as brilliant as Frida?”
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Filia and Treyton playing. Notice the row houses, the picture doesn’t do justice of how narrow the streets are yet, vehicles can enter in and out of this. Amazing!
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This is across from my grandmother’s house and you’re looking down about 300 feet of shallow river and across the river is a busy street.
Coming Soon!
Borobudur (one of the seven wonders of the world) and our days at heaven on Earth Bali!

Indonesia Day 4 – Visiting Papa

This is the day where we decided before we left US that we are not to do ANYTHING else before we visit dad’s grave. I got a chance to spend a few days when he was still alive back in 1998 and sadly it was the last time I got to see her; none of sisters were there when he closed his eyes.

It was a long drive from Sentul to Bekasi. The roads were so narrow and traffic was ridiculously heavy. We came to Bekasi with no directions but our memories. Alas, my memory was not so great. We started up with finding the old house where my dad used to live. After stopping a couple of times, we finally found it. The house did not look the same. I remember there were still a lot of untouched ground filled with trees and now they have been replaced with more houses. I guess it’s been 13 years.
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There was a moment where the traffic was so backed up that no motor vehicle could move and we were dead stop, caught on a train track as the horns hounding, alarming us to get the hell away from the tracks but we couldn’t really move because no one else could move. We all thought we were going to die, except for our driver. We missed the train by a hair and I’ve never been so thankful to be alive that day. Here’s the typical (not an exaggeration by the way) of train transportation in Indonesia captured wonderfully by this guy Tommy on his blog.
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And of course Treyton was not impacted by this episode as he was really enjoying his krupuk and the fact he is not enforced to use his seat belt.
Then we asked the neighbor where we could find the head of the town. Unfortunately he wasn’t there but asked where the town’s graveyard. After stopping a couple of times we found the graveyard. We checked in at the front desk asking a gentleman for their records. Mind you, their way of recording is pen and paper. There were stacked of notebooks after notebooks of the deceased’s lot. My mom and I went through a few books, again, relying on my memories and we finally found it. Paid the guy a couple of rupiahs and thanking him for his help (not so much but whatever).
After we bought some fragrant flowers we preceded to the lot. It was stinking hot and as soon as we got off the van, a few man with sickles, scissors, all kinds of hand tools for grooming purposes circled us. Some helped with finding the graveyard. What we learned, if we don’t pay the bi-annual fee of the grave, after being left un-visited, the grave will be dug up and burnt to allow room for a new deceased. We had a hard time finding our dad’s grave. The record, as expected, was not recorded accurately. When one of the guys showed us a burnt grave, we all about died. We didn’t give up and kept searching and finally found his grave, well groomed, well taken care of. The person who still comes and visits him on a regular basis is still a mystery. We spent a good amount of time here crying and praying. It was a very emotional time.
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It was a long day with a lot going on that day. The traffic, the near death experience, the getting lost because we didn’t know where we’re going, the shock of almost thinking that our dad’s grave had been burnt, the crying, the praying — all that really exhaust our energy so we decided to get something to eat.
We stopped at this restaurant that’s filled with many bungalows that sit on top of a pond full of fish which are the fish that we are about to enjoy. Treyton had a great time feeding the fish as I sipped 3 bottles of Teh Botol (a soda to Americans) and two whole fresh coconut drinks.
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Other gubug (bungalows) across from us
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Washing hands before eating
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Watercrest with fermented soybeans and chili peppers in sour sauce. Behind it is fried tempeh and tofu
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Rice, a staple to Indonesian people
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Sayur Lodeh, tamarind and chicken broth with long beans, peanuts, corn and chayote. Very refreshing on a hot day.
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One of the fish that Treyton fed earlier is now being fed to us.
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We ended up going to one of the biggest malls in Bogor. Mom and Ria had to stop at a travel’s agent to buy tickets to Bali and Jogja. This is when we learned that Japan had been hit by the recent devastating Tsunami. We were only 6 hours away from the Tsunami! Scary! We waited forever for them to decide on the tickets.

Indonesia – Day 4 – Mother’s House

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This is my brother Alvin. He was born and grew up in Chicago and just recently moved to Indonesia where he was forced to speak Indonesian. Good kid.
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The living room where John is currently watching CNN and the Japan Tsunami
Did we tell you we were only six hours away before we took off to Indonesia? SCARY!
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This is the absolutely intricate hand carved gate that separates the living room and the family room/bedrooms.
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beautiful craftsmanship of Indonesian hands
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When you enter the front door you are immediately greeted by these two. Nice rack! NO, Indonesian girls DO NOT walk around like this. Not anymore.
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The stained glass of the front door taken from the living room. The picture on the right is just above the picture to the left.
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A peek outside the garden from the living room
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The living room
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Some of the trees and flowers planted in her garden. Jambu tree is the second to your right.
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outdoor dining table facing the garden
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There were a lot of bamboo wind chimes next to this guy (I just didn’t take the photos). It appears that my mother is mildly obsessed with them.
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Jeruk Purut tree (lime tree)
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Her front gate
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Just outside of her front gate
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Her street was littered with these beautiful flower trees.

Indonesia – Day 4 – Mother’s Neighborhood

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I was awaken by not only these creatures in this cage (yes, my mother owns a Rooster and a Hen on her garden which produce one egg each morning) but also the “Azhan“, a muslim call to prayer. Azhan is such a soothing, hypnotic serenade that brings me peace at the same time chills to my spine; childhood memories starts rushing through my head. It was 4:30 am local time and I had about two hours of on and off sleep. The jet lag started to sink in. My body thinks it’s daytime.
Listen to Azan on YouTube
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Once the sun is up, we decided to take a walk around my mother’s neighborhood. Below are some of the pictures I took. It’s absolutely breathtaking!
Click on any of the pictures to be taken to Flickr to view them larger.
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Spotted this dude and duddettes? matting, by accident. Or is that parent an child?
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The rice paddies field.
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Banana Trees
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I believe that’s a Mosque, a place of worship for Muslims
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Krupuk Seller
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We decided to stop at this one house that sells all kinds of Indonesian snacks. Each costs about 2,000 rupiahs (less than a quarter US dollars) or much less. We literally bought half of what was displayed in the glass case. What shown here are, pastel (empanadas), Tahu (breaded tofu stuffed with vegetable), Lumpia, Lemper (sticky rice filled with meats wrapped in banana leaves and grilled on an open flame), Mungbeans encased in sesame seed, rice flour thing.
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Jeff, in red, is now addicted to this Roti (bread) topped with sweet chili sauce. Which he ate almost every morning while we are at my mom’s.
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The kids expressed funny faces when saw the options behind the glass case and of course picked the safest, seen-it, looked-familiar, not-weird treat on the menu. Chocolate cake.

Indonesia – Day 3 – Jakarta

After six hours of flight from Tokyo to Jakarta, we finally made to Soekarno-Hatta airport. There are 11 people, 8 baggages and 1 van. Can you paint a picture in your head with this situation? The temperature was around 100 degrees Fahrenheit with 100 percent of humidity. I was not elaborating.
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The drive to my mother’s house, initially was rough and slow. Traffic was terrible!
The concept of lanes is nihil. The two lane traffic becomes a four lane traffic. It was utter chaos but my mother’s friend who is dedicated to transport us to places for entirety of our stay said that there’s hardly any accidents here. I thank someone up there for this gentleman’s mad driving skill.
Seat belts are not enforced here. Treyton was VERY happy. You see a scooter driver with a toddler on the front seat (standing up), and a passenger behind the driver, all without helmets. A lot of street sellers spilling out to the busy street especially during red lights, selling magazines, snacks, cigarettes, etc., panhandlers from old to young, saw some slum areas which breaks my heart.
“See those people on the ramp?” My mom said. There was a young adult with cigarette tucked between his lips chatting with another young guy. There was a young lady carrying a sleeping baby on her arms. There was a really old lady wearing the traditional “kebaya” with her white hair pulled back in a bun. These are just some of the people who are waiting for a single car driver to pick them up so that a driver can go through the two or more passengers lanes which is a way faster lane. Once they pass this lane the picked up passengers are to be dropped off to the curb after paying them a few change of Rupiahs and off the hitchikers back to the original spot to get more rides. Seems dangerous for both parties, but it serves the purpose. One needs money and have the time, the other is press for time and have the money.
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Tumpeng (pictured above) is a cone shape fragrant yellow rice usually served for a ceremony. In this case, we were celebrating our safe and smooth trip of our arrival to Indonesia. Plus, this was Jeff’s first trip to Indonesia. That’s my mom had in mind, I think. The Tumpeng is surrounded by assorted of Indonesia dishes, such as vegetables with sauteed spiced coconuts (urap), fried chicken, sweet and spicy dried fried beef (empal), beef stewed in sweet gravy (semur), fried anchovy and tempeh with peanuts (teri kacang), shredded scrambled eggs, corn fritters (perkedel jagung) , fried liver in chili sauce (sambal goreng ati), mashed potatoes fritters
(perkedel kentang) and many others. I ate like there was no tomorrow!
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I just love these assorted tropical fruits (starfruits, green mangoes, salak , kedondong) as well as boiled peanuts, yucca and plantains.

Indonesia – Day 2 – Welcome to Tokyo

Finally made it to Narita on day 2 or 3, whatever your time zone perspective it may be. Trapped at the airport. A girl helped us with the paperwork and finally passed custom. Took the shuttle to Crowne Plaza Hotel. Each bus was visited by security as they are checking for passports.
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We made it!
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a butt shower
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Look at all these buttons on one toilet! Why don’t we adapt this in U.S. ? One must wonder, are these standard toilet in Japan? They are in airports and hotels!
The toilet has a hose that moves forward and back depends on which button you push for which area you want cleaned. The Flushing sound is played if you don’t want any other unpleasant noises to be heard by others while you do your business AND you can turn the volume down or up! The water pressure can be adjusted depending on how messy you are. There’s also a deodorizer button that you can push to mask whatever kind of gas came out. Did I mention the the seats are heated?! And you can also adjust the heat temp?! I WANT THIS INSTALLED IN MY BATHROOMs!
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Taxis in Tokyo.
We got held up a little while at custom, because we lack paperwork. Fortunately there was this extremely helpful lady helping us fill out the necessary forms. You can already noticed the hospitality with the bows. Treyton was liking the bows. “It’s like in Kung Fu movies.” He said.
We also noticed a lot of people walking around with masks on.
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posing at the back of the bus heading for Crowne Plaza
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The security dudes leaving after checking out our passports. We’re Legal!
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On our way to our hotel, I noticed that there aren’t too many billboards. The streets were extremely narrow. The buildings were lacking windows and colors, mostly unpainted cement.
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Since there are three of us, of course you need three beds. Duh!
The beds were harder than the normal beds in US hotels. But the funny thing, we woke up refresh! Well the 3 hours of on and off sleep we got. The TV shows here are SUPER animated, very entertaining, it almost looks rather cheesy but entertaining. A lot of jumping icons.
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I have the feeling the Japanese absolutely treasure bath time. What you don’t see here is, there was an exclusive instructions on how to prepare your bath water. It told me to turn the faucet to a certain number of temperature which was displayed on the faucet. Unlike the faucet I’ve seen with two indications, hot or cold, this one had numbers! Once you filled enough water, it said to soak your feet first for a few minutes before completely submerging yourself in the really deep tub. It’s refreshing to see that the soaps were presented in bottles, less waste that way.
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BREAKFAST! Check out the buffet table! I was in heaven!
We had an awesome breakfast before catching our shuttle to the airport for our final destination to Jakarta.
Lotsa salted fish, tofu in all kinds of forms, porridge, white rice, miso soup with all kinds of toppings like dried seaweed, black sesame, bonito flakes, daikons, etc.
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no wonder Japanese girls are skinny, healthy with glowing skin.

Indonesia – Day 1 – Plane Ride

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I had about 2 hours of sleep and it’s mostly due to my poor planning in packing, organizing and etc., so I was still scrambling. It was also because I was waiting for my sister Putri and and my niece Ivory to arrive from Iowa. They arrive around Midnight or so, unloaded their bagages from the car and went to bed in Treyton’s bedroom. Jeff and I woke up at 3 am and began preparing to leave. We woke Treyton up about 3:30 am, woke Ivory up about 3:50 am. The Super Shuttle van arrived about 4 am and made two stops for additional passengers before our final destination to Mpls/St. Paul airport.

We had a little difficulties at checking in because the Dolly Parton look-a-like gal thought our final destination was Tokyo, thus we would need a Visa. After explaining to them that we were just transiting, we finally made our way through security, had what we thought would be the last American meals, McDonalds and rushing to board the plane. The flight to Chicago was about 67 minutes watching re-run TV shows of 30 Rock and some others that I really don’t give a damn about. Jeff was pretty nervous at this point.
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Treyton got a kick out of the overhead light display
We finally arrived at O’Hare. During the 4 hours of layover, Putri separated from us to make sure her bagages were checked while we examined the skeleton at the terminal and shopping for some snacks and reading materials. The kids, Treyton and Ivory, finally got to open their trip bag. A trip bag is a bag filled with new toys to keep the kid occupied, something that Treyton looks forward to every time we’re about to go on long trips, especially new places. We got Ivory a pink DS so that she didn’t have to watch over Treyton’s shoulder during the long ass flight. Both kids got some coloring books with markers, new games for the DS and legos for Treyton. We met up with John and had some Chicago dogs, well we thought, when in Rome…and turns out this WAS our last American meal, not the Mickey D’s we had in Minneapolis.
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Posing with a dinosaur skeleton. He was in that “winking” phase
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Ivory’s Trip Bag
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Treyton’s Trip Bag
Finally seated for our flight to Narita. 14 hours of flight, here we come. We flew via ANA (All Nippon Airways), seems like a newer plane with super fancy gadgets. The seats were comfortable, even for Jeff. Jeff was drooling over the beautiful Japanese flight attendants and I drooling over their Japanese conversation. I couldn’t help but smiling watching them conversing in Japanese. I could just sit there and watch the Japanese talk. It was beautiful.
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Yeap, Jeff knows exactly what movie he’s going to watch first.
The Not-Free snacks that can be purchased looked mighty delicious but boy were they expensive!
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Tons of games and movies during flight. We all were plugged in.
Jeff didn’t discover 3/4 of the way that the remote was removable. He thought it was forever tucked in under the arm rest. Experienced one day elapsed on the flight with no sunset as we flew over Canada, Alaska, Aleutians, the Pacific before our final destination, Tokyo. We kept the windows down to allow people the opportunity to sleep. Jeff and I are not a sleeper during flights. John politely warned me that he will sleep practically during our 14 hour flights except during meals and snack times.
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Our first Japanese meals, two choices, all accompany with some Japanese made beer. On the right, scallops with veggies and rice, cold potato salad topped with salmon roe (it was already gone before I took the picture), cold chicken. On the left (recommended at that time by our flight attendant) chicken teriyaki with veggies, white rice, miso soup, fruit , potato salad, seaweed and pickled daikon.
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I had two dinners (the chicken and the scallops) since Treyton was asleep and I ate THE WHOLE THING.

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Rice crackers and Japanese Parfait, shooter size, ice cream with green tea shortbread for 700 yen (9 bucks)
Jeff watched Harry Potter twice and I watched a bunch of movies and most of them I hadn’t seen. When you take 12 credits in one semester, while working full-time and keeping the house and the boys clean, one just cannot afford the time to watch a movie. So I thought it was a treat for me. Some of the movies I saw that were playing at that time, Burlesque with Christina Aguilera, The Nanny Diary with Scarlett Johanson (AWFUL), Never Let Me Go with Carrey Mulligan (VERY good movie), Hereafter with Matt Damon (NOT BAD), Life As We Know It with Katherine Heigl (eh? not too bad considering the circumstances) and a couple of other Japanese and Korean movies that were pretty entertaining as well. We also played a ton of games. The games can be played with other players far away from your seat. You can also text other passengers back and forth.

Cottony Storm Clouds

I am such a sucker for clouds, especially storm clouds. They’re so fluffy like those cotton balls, those yellow cotton candy. These sorts of sights are rarely seen and when you catch the sight of it, it’s absolutely breathtaking! Here they are taken just a few minutes ago today using Jeff’s HTC phone. I didn’t want to change my DSLR to get water in it.

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