There were no signs that pointed to this place, and the nearest main road was,,, well no-one would be “just passing by”. I’ve noticed this a few times- Indonesians will drive far out of their way for what they consider ‘a good spot’.
Funny, because half the things we ordered, they were out of… no chicken, no Teh Botol, no Nasi goreng (fried rice)… nope. There was no getting around fish for me today. Fish,, fish,, some shrimp, and more fish! Very well! I’ll have mine charbroiled over an open fire please!
Admittedly I’m not a huge fan of fish, and seeing Maj Franky have a 2” fish bone professionally removed from his throat with 6” specialty pliers a few months ago didn’t help my aversion to fish bones. Staring at the little face as you rip chunks of his fish body off with your spoon & fork are not my favorite parts of eating fish either. I did my duty.
It was more fun walking around the lake & taking the semi-water worthy paddle boat out for a romantic leg work-out. The dimensions of that boat were proportioned for a 12 year old.
It was a pleasant drive coming home. Dina’s boyfriend is coming to Cepu for his first time tomorrow. Ah hah! I won’t be the newest boy in Cepu,,, finally!! I can’t wait to meet this guy (= ha ha.
They’ve been dating for about a year. No one bugs them about marriage. Maybe someday in the future, when they’re ready.
Huh? (I saw it coming,,, I’m over my frustration with Indonesian inconsistencies and contradictions. They’re emerging all over the place. There’s nothing to do but make peace with it)
The funny story of their first meeting was an unappreciative adventure in miscommunication over a rafting trip going awry. He (a Palembang native) had a talent for expressing himself in his direct (say what you mean, mean what you say) Sumatran style,,, and thus offending her (Javanese) sensitivities to flavor everything with politeness first. Ah,, the famous tale of the rough speaking “jerk” who turns out later to be prince charming! Ha ha.
Making the most of limited options here at home, Play Station started looking pretty good. The girls started in, displacing 10 year-old Tenty (younger sis) with some Street Fighter-esque version of fighters with mystical powers to change into alter animal egos with expanded powers to inflict damage on their opponents. The rabbit, mole and chameleon were unlikely characters… perhaps a touch less manly than, say the lion, tiger & wolf… but that just made it more embarrassing to lose against them really. A little smack talk has been brilliantly incorporated into the end of each match.
“is that all you got?” “don’t waste my time.” “better luck in the kiddy leages, sport!”
Gotta love playstation.
Funny, because half the things we ordered, they were out of… no chicken, no Teh Botol, no Nasi goreng (fried rice)… nope. There was no getting around fish for me today. Fish,, fish,, some shrimp, and more fish! Very well! I’ll have mine charbroiled over an open fire please!
Admittedly I’m not a huge fan of fish, and seeing Maj Franky have a 2” fish bone professionally removed from his throat with 6” specialty pliers a few months ago didn’t help my aversion to fish bones. Staring at the little face as you rip chunks of his fish body off with your spoon & fork are not my favorite parts of eating fish either. I did my duty.
It was more fun walking around the lake & taking the semi-water worthy paddle boat out for a romantic leg work-out. The dimensions of that boat were proportioned for a 12 year old.
It was a pleasant drive coming home. Dina’s boyfriend is coming to Cepu for his first time tomorrow. Ah hah! I won’t be the newest boy in Cepu,,, finally!! I can’t wait to meet this guy (= ha ha.
They’ve been dating for about a year. No one bugs them about marriage. Maybe someday in the future, when they’re ready.
Huh? (I saw it coming,,, I’m over my frustration with Indonesian inconsistencies and contradictions. They’re emerging all over the place. There’s nothing to do but make peace with it)
The funny story of their first meeting was an unappreciative adventure in miscommunication over a rafting trip going awry. He (a Palembang native) had a talent for expressing himself in his direct (say what you mean, mean what you say) Sumatran style,,, and thus offending her (Javanese) sensitivities to flavor everything with politeness first. Ah,, the famous tale of the rough speaking “jerk” who turns out later to be prince charming! Ha ha.
Making the most of limited options here at home, Play Station started looking pretty good. The girls started in, displacing 10 year-old Tenty (younger sis) with some Street Fighter-esque version of fighters with mystical powers to change into alter animal egos with expanded powers to inflict damage on their opponents. The rabbit, mole and chameleon were unlikely characters… perhaps a touch less manly than, say the lion, tiger & wolf… but that just made it more embarrassing to lose against them really. A little smack talk has been brilliantly incorporated into the end of each match.
“is that all you got?” “don’t waste my time.” “better luck in the kiddy leages, sport!”
Gotta love playstation.
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