July 6 Day 142
We got up, had breakfast,
got a few things done in the room and then headed out on the commuter train to
the third largest mosque in the world.
Ronny had told us how Sukharno had courted the Soviets and gotten all sorts
of things built in Indonesia by them, including this place.
As
we entered the grounds all of these women tried to sell us black plastic bags
to put our shoes in. Actually, they
handed them to us and then demanded
money. One chatted nicely with
Meg and then said "you don't want to support me?" when we still
refused the bags. Supporting the local
economy is one thing but adding to black plastic accumulation is quite another.
At
the door we were met by a greeter who showed us the shelf to store our shoes
and gave Meg a robe to wear - headcovering was just for Muslims. I didn't have to wear anything extra. We walked up the steps past the washing area
and saw the huge chamber - it can accommodate 200,000 worshipers. During our visit, a few people were praying
but several were sleeping or catching up on their phones in the mainly empty
chamber. There were shiny stations that
I thought were drinking fountains but turned out to be bookshelves, presumably
with copies of the Koran. The upper
levels were fenced off, it had 5 levels to mesh with the pillars of Islam, so
we walked around the balcony of the 2nd.
The size was impressive, but it was real Soviet realism with almost none
of the ornamentation that you can examine for hours in a Turkish mosque. A 15 minute look around and you're ready to
move on.
On
the way out one of the bag ladies (sarcastically?) thanked Meg for her
help. Our greeter told us about a free
bus to the museum when we asked how to walk there so we went with the bus
option. This was a tourist bus that did a
long loop of the city, mainly the huge park and lush shopping areas, before
dropping us at the museum an hour later.
There
seemed to be lunch at the museum but it was for participants in a women's
cookoff being held there. We found a
coffee shop and had coffee and brownies to fill the gap until we could get
somewhere else.
The
new wing of the museum had 4 floors of historical items. We saw juice machines, old bikes, models of
ancient ruin sites, furniture, weapons and burial procedures from the many
areas of Indonesia. There was lots of
English explanation and a few groups of kids more interested in running around
than seeing the displays. The tops floor
had the most gold we'd seen since King Tut's tomb with some amazingly ornate
work. The curation focused first on
Buddhist traditions and then the Dutch conquest and some of the treasures taken
by the Dutch. This floor on its own was
worth a long visit as there were many world-class pieces.
We
entered the old wing and saw rooms full of Hindu statues surrounding a garden
of statues, similar to what we've seen in Greece and Turkey. At the end of the space was a room showing
videos of sites around Indonesia and he best of them had archival footage of
indigenous rituals. The statues were
fine but we were tired and so we headed out.
We
managed to hail a Bluebird taxi and took a slow ride through traffic to the
mall that was playing our movie. It was
a huge, posh mall and we had to walk a long way to get to the theatre. We grabbed tickets and were looking at
overpriced, fancy restaurants until we found an actual food hall. There was lots of selection and I went for
the hand-cut noodles, which were being made in front of us and were delicious. They didn't have a veggie item on the menu,
so Meg went to an Indian place that had a veggie curry that was mainly
potato. Tough being a veggie.
We
were looking to pick up some travel food so we went to a department store that
referred us to their food hall, which is what the Indonesians call a
supermarket. We got some bread, fruit
and snacks as well as some anti-perspirant, finally! We bagged our booty and headed up to the
movie theatre.
Our
film was the comedy Yesterday which we were interested in because it was
directed by Danny Boyle and all of the other movies playing were not good. We were surprised by how popular it was, as we
only had about a dozen seats left to choose from and ended up sitting apart in
the second row. The Indonesians seemed familiar with the music as they laughed in the right places to song
references. Overall it was overlong and
underwritten but an okay distraction for an evening.
We
wet back to the hostel with takeout from the food court, Meg having learned to
ask for chicken dishes without the chicken and vegetables substituted,
although she got raw salad vegetables on her her cooked noodles.
The
taxi back to the hostel was slow but we had time and were starting to recognize
landmarks. We first chatted with a
Belgian couple who were on our train and so planned to share a taxi in the
morning. We also chatted with an
Egyptian guy with his young son who expanded our knowledge of modern Egyptian
politics. Packing had to be done for an
early morning so we threw our stuff together and went to bed.
The world's third largest mosque. The prostrate people are sleeping, not praying. |
Big, scary stone head in the statue garden of the museum. |
Big, cool sculpture at the museum entrance. |
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