Picnic To The Tea Plantation In Puncak
Need hire no chairs, no tables, fork, spoons, plates, cups
in the open hall, and you were served, fresh from the frying pan, the mountain
air, the breeze so cool and the scenery so beautiful .
and you could sit there for hours and you haven’t to pay for it except your order. I would gladly pay a hundred Jut. (million) Rp, despite having to face an uncomfortable traffic jam. That’s Indonesian am I proud of, though ranking almost lowest according to international standards.
These are the lovely
clouds, which, praise to my i Pad, who made me see it but I can’t make you feel
the delightful coolness of the breeze and the mountain air.
“Is it open?” asked my son to the woman sweeping the floor
in the still empty open hall on arriving.
“Yes” she said.
“Is there fried tofu”
“Yes”
“Pisang goreng?” or fried banana.
“Yes”
“Ada ‘orang’?”
“Yes. Would you like it fried, boiled, cooked, roasted, spitted, done or underdone,
...?”
But she didn’t say so to my regret, to tease her male
customer, as‘orang’ in Indonesian means, a man, you know?
And on top of it am I happy as I now am able to edit the
pictures in my i Pad and blog it. So said Opa Johan to me.
May 2014
This is my book. You can read it.
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