Friday, 29Dec06
Highlights: morning badminton, cousins, cars, countryside lunch, play-station II, karaoke party at neighbor’s house & Zatoichi
Still creaking a bit from last night’s excursions on the badminton court,,, I have to admit it was fun. The last time I remember playing was 18 years ago in my back-yard,,, talia & I teamed-up against Uncle T, using the clothes line as a net. (= the results were wholly unimportant, except on a point-by-point basis to get one over on the always entertaining Uncle T.
Nostalgia aside, I saw an opportunity to play against the neighbors & charged out the front door around 7am. 2 hours later, and a few buckets of sweat humbler,, it was time to retreat to the showers. Let’s just say their skills are a touch sharper than mine. I gave them a run for their money though. (=
Nina was awake & chatting away with mbah ibu (granny) by the time I emerged a new man, fresh from dunking myself with soap & cold water. (=
And we were off to cousins house. Dina (22) just got home from school in Surabaya & was up for lunch out in the countryside outskirts.
Mom & dad were off to work with the scooters, so that left the car. Yep,,, the steering wheel on the right, stick shift on the left car. The one with the turning signal on the right side of the steering column,,, to be operated on the left side of the road… that car.
After 7 months of getting used to traffic being topsy-turvey here, I wasn’t as concerned about that as I was about the 7 point Austin Powers action to wiggle the car out of the ultra slim garage. Narrow garages, with fence gates at a jaunty angle, were not designed with ease of vehicle access in mind. The last thing I wanted was dad to come home with the front bumper all scratched up, streaks of evidence trailed across garage walls, or a dent in the front fence. If 7 back & forths is what it took,,, so be it!
Success! I dutifully pryed the car from the garage, took Nina off to her cousins house, picked up Dina, and the three of us were off to a little fish restaurant in the middle of no-where, 40 minutes out of town over some roads that had Volkswagon size pot-holes. Road repair apparently has yet to reach this far into the Java countryside.
Highlights: morning badminton, cousins, cars, countryside lunch, play-station II, karaoke party at neighbor’s house & Zatoichi
Still creaking a bit from last night’s excursions on the badminton court,,, I have to admit it was fun. The last time I remember playing was 18 years ago in my back-yard,,, talia & I teamed-up against Uncle T, using the clothes line as a net. (= the results were wholly unimportant, except on a point-by-point basis to get one over on the always entertaining Uncle T.
Nostalgia aside, I saw an opportunity to play against the neighbors & charged out the front door around 7am. 2 hours later, and a few buckets of sweat humbler,, it was time to retreat to the showers. Let’s just say their skills are a touch sharper than mine. I gave them a run for their money though. (=
Nina was awake & chatting away with mbah ibu (granny) by the time I emerged a new man, fresh from dunking myself with soap & cold water. (=
And we were off to cousins house. Dina (22) just got home from school in Surabaya & was up for lunch out in the countryside outskirts.
Mom & dad were off to work with the scooters, so that left the car. Yep,,, the steering wheel on the right, stick shift on the left car. The one with the turning signal on the right side of the steering column,,, to be operated on the left side of the road… that car.
After 7 months of getting used to traffic being topsy-turvey here, I wasn’t as concerned about that as I was about the 7 point Austin Powers action to wiggle the car out of the ultra slim garage. Narrow garages, with fence gates at a jaunty angle, were not designed with ease of vehicle access in mind. The last thing I wanted was dad to come home with the front bumper all scratched up, streaks of evidence trailed across garage walls, or a dent in the front fence. If 7 back & forths is what it took,,, so be it!
Success! I dutifully pryed the car from the garage, took Nina off to her cousins house, picked up Dina, and the three of us were off to a little fish restaurant in the middle of no-where, 40 minutes out of town over some roads that had Volkswagon size pot-holes. Road repair apparently has yet to reach this far into the Java countryside.
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