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On my 5th day in Jakarta, while I was coming out of my hotel room, the concierge asked me if I’ve visited outside the state. Truth to tell, I wanted to go somewhere out of Jakarta (which isn’t exactly a city but a province, thus Jakarta’s head of government is a governor). Though a little wary of the random horror stories I've heard about Gambir (the main train station), I was willing to find out.
Ummi, an Indonesian friend, gave the impression that most Jakartans
would rather avoid the trains, “especially
the ekonomi, commuter train”. She said, “I only ride train for long distance. It's the coal train (KA)one, not
KRL. You might want to travel in executive class (with AC) because the business
class doesn't have AC. Do not - ever - ride the economy class. Best choice
would be the rapid train (the train name starts with Argo)."
Before going back to the train station, I passed by the Ramayana Mall, a medium-sized shopping center that’s more upscale than Plaza Bogor’s
tiangge commercialism. I bought scarves at Rp17,500 each
(down from the original selling price of Rp30,000). I got my mother a blouse (Rp75,000)
as well as several shirts for my brothers. By 2 PM, I got hungry so I went to Moka Hoka Bento and ordered a delectable meal at Rp32,000.
Once I got recharged, I decided to walk along Jalan Juanda.
I found a stall
selling handicrafts and got interested with a tribal mask that set back by Rp50,000 – but I was pleased with
myself. At the Soeharto Hatta Airport,
the same mask was worth Rp150,000.
I was told that there’s a Robinson’s nearby, but I had to catch my train. I headed towards the Post Office to drop my postcard (Rp5,500 for stamps). Thereafter, I hopped onto an angkot again, not quite sure if this was going to the train station. Then I met a serious-looking guy named Fadil who took the time to accompany me to the train station; bought the express (economy) ticket for me, and even offered me a bottled water. He has been a texting friend ever since. (Fadil works at a chicken poultry whose boss is Filipino.) Once back in Jakarta, I got a text message from him asking if I found my way back; and that he was sorry he couldn’t help me further. How nice is that?
I was told that there’s a Robinson’s nearby, but I had to catch my train. I headed towards the Post Office to drop my postcard (Rp5,500 for stamps). Thereafter, I hopped onto an angkot again, not quite sure if this was going to the train station. Then I met a serious-looking guy named Fadil who took the time to accompany me to the train station; bought the express (economy) ticket for me, and even offered me a bottled water. He has been a texting friend ever since. (Fadil works at a chicken poultry whose boss is Filipino.) Once back in Jakarta, I got a text message from him asking if I found my way back; and that he was sorry he couldn’t help me further. How nice is that?
This is the Eye in the Sky!
The Little Mermaid fronting the Istana |
Istana Bogor |
Solitary walks |
As an update:
Tourists can now head
straight to Bogor from the airport via a DAMRI Bus, which are airconditioned and very comfortable buses. The trip takes 3 hours.
This cuts the several connections when you're heading to Jakarta’s Gambir and taking
the train to Bogor. Consequently, the business class train service has been
scrapped altogether so people taking the train would have to make do with the
economy train which isn't so bad. The ride is short and it’s fun rubbing
elbows with the more hospitable locals.
Gigantic trees with roots I could hide behind. |
Water hyacinths flourish at the lake of Bogor Gardens. |
Bogor Market |
At the Moka Hoka Bento in Ramayana Mall. |
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