Hold 'em off at the Pass, Buck...
I was reminded twice last week, on the same day, why
We stayed, as we usually do in Jogja, at the Hyatt, a five star hotel set in beautiful and vast grounds, with the biggest pool I’ve seen anywhere: it wraps around a fake temple (which is also a hydroslide) on four levels. All for $60 a night for the both of us, including one of the best breakfasts you’ve ever seen.
So I turn on the telly in the morning, before brekky, for the Bahasa Ingris news on the local news channel, Metro, and today, to my dismay as I’m flying out in 24 hours, it carries a strong warning about impending wild tropical storms and potential Tsunamis (which tend to catch your attention somewhat these days here in the Indonesian archipelago) closing in on Bali. It warns that Denpasar airport is likely to be closed the next day as a result of these maelstroms. Not really what I needed to hear. Travelling by air in
I really wasn’t that keen on flying through a tsunami inducing hurricane to land at Denpasar the next day and the thought haunted me a little throughout the day as we trekked around Jogja all day with our wonderful friend, Bram, a local furniture designer and the great grandson of the seventh Sultan of Yogyakarta, in his Peugeot with the passenger’s door (i.e. the one beside me) which came open somewhat randomly (which is a bit disconcerting) but I was consoled by the thought that whatever it was it couldn’t be worse than one of those regular sideways slips into Wellington’s airport.
After Bram dropped us at a large mall, we passed on the reasonably appealing Thai Express Restaurant and after having an iced coffee at the local espresso bar (sitting next to the two Buddhist monks having their short blacks…this is not Ponsonby Road), decided to head back to the five star hotel for a meal, as the best bet for a quiet, quality meal after a fairly exhausting day.
It was ok, I guess. For Mexican cuisine that is. The Hyatt, in
The Buddhist monks had made it to the Mexican buffet too and the sight of Manolito’s Indonesian cousin serving Burritos to these guys was too surreal for me, especially after the Mexican band struck up a samba version of Billy Joel’s Piano Man on massed acoustic guitars. There was also the extended wedding party in full local dress wending their way through collapsing enchiladas dripping all over their pristine outfits. I retired to prepare for the airborne turmoil…that is, if we flew at all.
I checked on Yahoo Weather, Weather.com, The Jakarta Post, did a Google, and watched the weather on CNN and The BBC. Nothing…nothing at all. No hurricane or even a storm, No tsunami and I watched the local fishing boats putting out the next morning in the knowledge that these guys are the most reliable weather forecasters on the planet.
I came to the conclusion that it was bullshit. It didn’t exist and never had and had been inserted by some producer in