Patra Jasa Anyer Beach Resort
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... red lights!). There was even a point at the end of the night (when we were in a hurry to get back to the ferry for our return to Singapore) when Kamal passed a police car . . . a police car with its lights flashing! The police actually followed us for a while and then we're not sure if they gave up or we lost them or what--but we made it to the ferry station just in time, and without Kamal being arrested, so we were grateful. Kamal, we heart you. :) ...
... was not in play for the ceremony. May first being a national holiday in Indonesia, the course was very busy with twosomes and foursomes playing back to back. With a quick and decisive sidestep, I moved the ceremony from the green of the 15th to the tee box of the 16th hole. This would necessitate the golfers playing around us, but would put us out of danger of flying projectiles.
Our friend Melanie Hill led the gallery in humming “Here Comes ...
Selamat Tinggal, Rumbai
Six years is a lifetime in the Jungle
Early morning walks in the dark
to the tune of the Night Jar – chonk, chonk, chonk
Sparkling stars – charting the path of the moon
The thrill of sighting a Civit Cat
An eight foot Python stretched across the road
The startling snort of Wild Pigs as they race to safety in the jungle
One bold boar ...
... to no avail. She just stood there patiently waiting, with no intention of spending any more time on the golf course. She was saying, "You got your bogie. Why would you want to finish with two more triples? Let's go home." Nasril read this and said, "I think we better go with Chandini." Of course he was right. Smartest dog in the world, Chandini calls into question, "Who is the master, here?" I am just lucky that Chandi and I rarely disagree about what we want out of ...
I had two objectives in pekanbaru.
One, to find a kris manufacturer and to pick his brains. After at least a dozen enquiries I conclude there; is very little english spoken in town; kris now means any sort of knife; and there is no craftsman in town. And not any local interest either. Even the blacksmith I found uses oxy acetalyn to ...