Bandung, Java, Indonesia

Trip Start Dec 25, 2008
Trip End Dec 25, 2009

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Flag of Indonesia  , West Java,
Saturday, October 10, 2009

I started the day by visiting the tourist office.  I really didn't get much information other than there is a tour that I can take for 500,000 and once I decide if I am going to take it, the fellow (the only one at the office)  will write out the itinerary!!!  It basically sounds like a rented car and driver and am told that the driver does not speak much english!!!  I guess I don't need the tourist office to do that, I can just get a taxi myself!!!  Being that the mosque is just beside I decide to visit it.  It is quite impressive in size and has some nice stain glass.  Quite interesting to see the life and day to day activity going on just under the arches of the mosque. Looks like a whole little community just at the doors of the Mosque.

I dropped in at My Moritz Hotel to check out what tours they are offering and then I continued on to Cupu Manik puppet factory where of course they manufacture the puppets.  All puppets here are handmade and handpainted. Quite interesting to observe the work in progress.

Bandung is also known for its cultural performances and there was one at 3:30 today at Saung Angklung about 8 km from the hotel.  This place is very well known for its classes, workshop and performances which all seem to incorporate  the bamboo instruments which are part of the Sundanese culture. The performance was excellent. (Unfortunately the lighting was so low that my photos did not turn out) Everyone  had a chance to try out the bamboo instrument and the audience became musiciens directed by the founder's son as the Maestro. It was quite interesting and fun. At 5:30  I left and could not find a taxi and as it gets dark at 6 pm I was a little concerned. Also, I could not find anyone that could speak english but I finally got on a angkot  and hoped that the driver understood where I wanted to go.  The only word that seemed to be understood by both was "station" (pronounced in french).  It is now dark, and I am slightly worried. We stop and the driver just says "station" and I know it is not where I want to be!!! but I finally notice that the angkot behind us has the word "stesion" on it so again I go to the driver and ask if he is going to  the train station. Again, I think we have understood each other and I get on. I have no idea where I am going but I do end up at the train station which is only a street from my hotel!!!!! Amazing!!! I breath a sigh of relief and briskly walk to the hotel while thinking that it was indeed quite a lovely day.
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