Yet another mall...

Jakarta has an obsession with shopping malls, as we have mentioned before. The newest mall to open, FX, not to be confused with EX which is about 15 minutes down the road and owned by the same people, claims not to be just another mall, so Howie and I went to check it out.

There are two attractions that make this a mall worth flocking to: a toboggan that slides you from the 7th floor to the ground floor in 12 seconds and has a long line of Indonesian families eagerly waiting their turn and the Bali Deli which has long lines of white people waiting to ring up their very overpriced Western goods.

The toboggan is a giant twisting clear pipe the curls and dips and makes its way thru the center of the mall. They make you get all suited up (helmet included) and ride in this little cloth toboggan for the ride. Howie was lame and not in the mood to fight the long line so we just watched, but it looked like fun.

The Bali Deli is like a little slice of heaven. It is sort of like a Whole Foods where the produce is beautifully displayed, the meats and fish all look of the highest quality and the price tags add extra shock value. It is hard to appreciate how nice this is if you have not been here, but I still had to share my happiness with you.

FX also tricked us into thinking it has a Cosi, but sadly this is just a name knock off. It turned out to be Hong Kong style restaurant. What is worth looking at near the Cosi are these little meeting pods, each designed by a different interior designer. Meant for "a new kind of meeting experience." We were not clear on how much business gets done with the huge flatscreen showing VH1 and the karaoke that was blasting from the floor below. Oh well, we have been to a lot of meetings and not much gets done anyway...

More Batik for the Collection

This weekend we headed to Central Java for the wedding of one of our colleagues. A dozen of us from the office left on the night train on Thursday after work. (We would have gone on Friday but it's school vacation week and tickets were sold out.) After a nine hour train ride we got in to Solo around 2AM and went to our hotel.

On Friday, Haviva and I wandered the city, which is famous for its batik, looking for an outfit for the Saturday night wedding. Surprisingly, Haviva had more luck than I did, finding a modern-style batik top. My big problem is finding a shirt that has sleeves that are long enough but which wasn't made for someone 300 pounds heavier than me. Eventually I gave in and bought a rather tent-like shirt with plenty long sleeves.

Friday night we had dinner at the same fish restaurant that we went to in January - the one with the owner who took us to the market the next day. We had a great dinner and a nice time catching up with the owner. Saturday we had big plans to visit some nearby ruins but found it difficult to get up in time for an early bus due to the lack of windows in our hotel room. Instead we slept in and did some more wandering.

The wedding was scheduled for 7PM but we were clued in that there would be a family-only ceremony beforehand that we could watch. The actual wedding had taken place in a private church ceremony (it was a Christian couple) on Friday morning, so the rest was just for show. And quite a show it was.

The families were each decked out in their respective batik motifs and the bride and groom were dressed in traditional Javanese garb. We weren't quite sure what was going on, but it was all very cool.

The wedding as a whole was quite different from anything we'd been too before. For one, the bride and groom never left the stage area, well away from the reception. Guests would arrive, sign the guest book, drop an envelope in the lockbox and walk down a long reception line of family members until they reached the bride and groom to pay their respects. After that you proceeded out to the reception area, where you stuck around for anything between ten minutes and a couple of hours.

Our coworkers were there for litearally 15 minutes. They didn't even bother to eat, which was just silly. The food was excellent - especially the desserts. There were about a dozen food stations set up under a giant tent and there must have been well over 500 guests. The entertainment was traditional dancing, which was done by two women who arrived on the backs of men dressed as chickens.

Another fantastic tradition - at least we assume its a tradition - was that guests left with virtually anything that wasn't tied down. We're not talking flowers and centerpieces. People left with all the decorations, including melons, beans, eggplants, gourds, potatoes and our favorite, a bird cage with two birds in it.

Sunday we took the train back to Jakarta - a really impressive ride through rice fields and volcanoes.

Happy Canada Day!

Being members of the press AND having friends in high places at the Canadian embassy meant we got to work and play at the Canada Day gala at the Four Seasons. First Haviva and I wandered around looking for important-looking people to have our staff photographer take pictures of, then we sent him home and feasted on poutin and salmon. It was a lot of fun and a good excuse to wear our batik.

We're both in the market for another batik outfit as this weekend we're off to Central Java for the traditional wedding of one of our co-workers. We're taking the overnight there with a bunch of people from the office. Should be a good time.