“Careless love” - A$MVTIC

wassup vanilla face me and my homie asmat just parked our slab outside we’re looking for somewhere to post our black asses here tonight so bang bang skeet skeet nigga we just a couple of pimps no hoes #c

Day 26 - Living it up in the big city

Wild time. I am having a wild time. I absolutely lived it up today with a trip to the museum, a ride on the tourist bus, a walk around a market and a spot of antiquing. Crazy. Crazy times.

The national museum is a short walk from my hotel and a kinda huge place to explore. They have so much beautiful and interesting stuff from all over the archipelago. Ancient pottery, SE Asian ceramics, a courtyard full of Hindu and Buddhist statues, a room showing traditional housing from different ethnic groups, a textiles display, clothing, woven goods, weapons, cultural items…. It was kind of mind boggling. After a bit you realise that you’ve just got to let some of this stuff just wash over you, because there’s no way to remember everything.

I actually arrived on a day when a group of kids were performing a musical theatre style thing about a creation fable of the Asmat people of Papua. So cute to see the kids dressed up as birds and dancing on stage.

I saw the first half of the museum afterwards, then stopped for a restorative coffee and got into a lovely long chat with a local woman. These chats are wonderful as soon as we get off the topic of my singleness and onto something a bit more interesting. Like politics.

Then, off to the second half of the museum. This part was a little less of a melange of everything and a bit more spacious. And airconned. Bless. I saw a skull of homo floresensis, and more metal work and household goods and also examples of ancient writings.

All in all a thoroughly delightful museum and well worth the time spent in there.

Stepped outside and bang on cue the free tourist bus arrived. So I rode it to Pasar Baru - one of Jakarta’s oldest markets. Fabric and clothing. Lots of fabric and clothing. I wandered there for a bit, bought a late lunch and headed back to the tourist bus.

This time I rode it all the way along until the terminal, and from there I took a long peaceful walk along a quiet road full of embassies and the houses of very important people.

I was aiming to get to Pasar Surabaya, which is an antiques market. Or maybe ‘antiques’. I don’t really have the knowledge to tell the difference. I was mostly just looking for something pretty that appealed to me.

But it had the sort of sellers I hate. The ones who keep on wanting to show you stuff and more stuff and pull out objects and want to know where you’re from and what you’re looking for. Ack! I don’t know what I’m looking for until I see it.