Highlights: Muslim calls to prayer, hot by 6am!, breakfast at Warteg, working on trip reports, birthday shopping spree at Blok M for Vita
I was awake to hear how loud Muslim calls to prayer (adzan) can be. I forgot all about that,,, and probably had myself conditioned to block it out at 4:30 in the morning before. There was no rolling over enough times, or stuffing pillows over my head to block out the megaphone sound blasting in from the mosque behind my house though,, a mere 30 meters away. Whew! that guy has some pipes! Welcome back to Muslim country ;) ahh,, tis but another spice sprinkled upon the taste of life here.
Hungry by 7, I walked down the street to a Warteg (Warung Tegal, or specialty food from the north coast of Central Java). It was entertaining getting through the surprised looks on their faces to see an American breeze into their restaurant, order & eat a plate of rice with fried potatoe balls, eggplant cubes, greasy greenbeans and fried tofu, served up with a glass of sweet tea (ice cubes hacked off a chunk of ice deliverd by bicycle this morning,, and a solid layer of sugar sitting at the bottom of my glass) (= Breakfast of champs (= ha ha. This is how Indonesians do breakfast. Ahh,, it’s fun being here again.
(insert pics of WarTeg) [3]
If I didn’t mention it yet,, it’s hot here. I don’t have a thermometer, but I’m guessing it was in the 90s before 6am. The humidity is what’s kicking my butt at the moment though. whew.
I was awake to hear how loud Muslim calls to prayer (adzan) can be. I forgot all about that,,, and probably had myself conditioned to block it out at 4:30 in the morning before. There was no rolling over enough times, or stuffing pillows over my head to block out the megaphone sound blasting in from the mosque behind my house though,, a mere 30 meters away. Whew! that guy has some pipes! Welcome back to Muslim country ;) ahh,, tis but another spice sprinkled upon the taste of life here.
Hungry by 7, I walked down the street to a Warteg (Warung Tegal, or specialty food from the north coast of Central Java). It was entertaining getting through the surprised looks on their faces to see an American breeze into their restaurant, order & eat a plate of rice with fried potatoe balls, eggplant cubes, greasy greenbeans and fried tofu, served up with a glass of sweet tea (ice cubes hacked off a chunk of ice deliverd by bicycle this morning,, and a solid layer of sugar sitting at the bottom of my glass) (= Breakfast of champs (= ha ha. This is how Indonesians do breakfast. Ahh,, it’s fun being here again.
(insert pics of WarTeg) [3]
If I didn’t mention it yet,, it’s hot here. I don’t have a thermometer, but I’m guessing it was in the 90s before 6am. The humidity is what’s kicking my butt at the moment though. whew.
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