Of Food, Buildings and Blood…..
I have these confused feelings about
What I love about this bit of reconstituted swamp with four million inhabitants, clashes with the distaste I have for the above. I love the food…everywhere, on street corners, in markets, in food halls, in Little India, in Chinatown, every cuisine you can imagine at any price level you want (I crave the claypot Chicken Curries you find out in the suburban food markets, and the crunchy baby squid and water chestnut from the big Hawker’s Market just south of the Fullerton); I love the technology, which puts most of the rest of the world to shame, and the personal access to technology (although can I find a decent Bluetooth mobile printer anywhere? ..big big gap in the market as the guys in Funan kept telling me…)..in
But I doubt I could ever live there again
I’ve been to
So I’m sitting on a lounger beside a pool at a private villa in Sanur,
But the music outlets here are sad. On the other hand, I love MTV Asia, in small doses. Its not that much of the local pop is that good..much of it is hard going..its more that its so well made..so slick and sharp and the presentation puts much of the stuff that we produce to shame. Its so well crafted and edgy…the industry side of me appreciates that. There is always one song though..every time I come to this part of the world, and this time there is this poppy guitar based punk funk thing out of
What I do want is another shot at that West Sumatran Padangnese food they serve at the warung up the jalan. The first time we went, they bought out about 25 plates of food and we, so as not to appear rude, despite the fact that there were several plates that were decidedly suspect, and that I’d eaten far too much of the amazing rendang and various curries already, felt obliged to try them all, or at least make them look like we had by moving them around a bit. To our surprise it was quite pricey, by Indonesian standards. The taxi driver then told us you only pay for what you eat and you push the rest away untouched… …
I want to go back and do it properly….
And I’ve had the best pizza I’ve had anywhere on the planet in a restaurant called The Village, which used to be across the road from where it is now but has recently moved into more upmarket premises…unbelievable…..nothing, anywhere on planet earth touches this place for the quality, variety, presentation and depth of flavour in the food. I guess if paradise had to be defined then
On the surface at least.
The dark side is well explored in John Hughes superb “The End of Sukarno” written in the late sixties. It’s excellent until the last chapter, which betrays its