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Visiting a friend in Jakarta - that was my one and only purpose in going to Jakarta. I happen to have a friend who teaches English there and she invited me to visit her and her school. Not really my first time in Jakarta, I spent few hours there before just in transit from Jogjakarta back to Singapore. On my first visit, I felt very alienated, it was a very warm day and I guess, the heat got the better of me. Instead of exploring Jakarta then, I went straight back to the airport and waited for a couple of hours just waiting for our check in time. I think, it was not the most fondest of my memories to any city.
So for my second visit, it was a different case. I have someone there to show me what Jakarta has to offer. And it's time to overwrite my previous memories of this city.
Upon arrival in the International Airport, I waited for more than 30 minutes to get through the immigration. What was the reason of such delay? Everyone - Indonesian national or tourist was compelled to have their fingerprints taken, and for every person, it would take 4 to 5 minutes and we were talking about hundreds queuing. My friend who was waiting for me outside has sent me several SMS already. Well, regardless of the long queue, I had a very interesting conversation with another pinoy. She is also a teacher in Jakarta. I reckon, a lot of my compatriots are in Jakarta serving as English teachers.
Then the reunion with a friend, and that time, she was accompanied by her two pinoy colleagues who I would say - "mukha indo". But my pinoy radar was up, even before they started talking, I right away asked them if they are pinoys. And to their surprise, they were supposed to play trick on me by acting as locals. haha. That was a priceless moment. They thought they could con me.
Then we travelled for less than an hour to Besaki, a city on the outskirt of Jakarta. This is where my friend resides. And good think, she got car milage so we got free transportation and a driver. We had a dinner to this nice diner where all other places where already close as I think 10:00 PM in Bekasi is already late.
Well, I think, everything feels good when I travel anyway.
Then time to hit the sack and go with the dark gods. I sleep well that night.
Then the following day was scheduled for the city tour. We had a list of places to see, the national museum, the monas, the sunda kelapa and few other museums including the wayang museum.
Here is what my friend wrote about our city tour. (http://rgarcellano.wordpress.com/2010/04/page/2/)
Pardon me but she writes better than me. :)
Step into the Indonesia’s past at Museum Nasional
JAKARTA: A long weekend holiday is frustratingly short because you’re just about to leave when you’ve just arrived.
That was the idea of my friend Apo who flew in the holy weekend of April 2 onboard Tiger Airways, having planned it way back in January. Admittedly, I thought he’d be bored out of his wits but, as he mentioned in his e-mail after returning to Singapore, “I just had one of my best weekends! Terima kasih for the warm welcome in Bekasi (not Besakih).”
So what does one do in Jakarta? Fortunately, Apo has a penchant for exploring the museums so museum hopping was the order of the day dovetailed with trips to the country’s national monuments and old harbor.
GETTING TO KNOW INDONESIA
The Museum Nasional (National Museum) was the first stop, which was fitting as it’s the oldest and biggest museum in the country. It was established in 1778 and houses more than 141,000 items from the various Indonesian islands and its neighboring countries. It is divided into two parts. The first part is the open museum with artifacts depicting mostly the various mythological figures from Ramayana mostly towering over the visitors. It’s a pity that the displays, being out in the open, are dusty and the description plates hard to read.
The second part is air-conditioned and features the pre-historic era of Indonesia on the first floor highlighted by mammoth tusks, human skeletons and various artifacts while miniature version of the houses of the Indonesian ethnic tribes and other cultural items are displayed on the second floor.
The good thing about museum hopping in Jakarta is that the rest are located within the same area namely Fine Arts Museum, Wayang Museum and Jakarta History Museum. The three are triangulated within Fatahillah Square, which was once the center of the Dutch colonial administration in the 18th century.
Balinese Dancer by Don Antonio Blanco
Fine Arts Museum could do a bit of proper curatorship because the paintings and some sculptures were displayed helter-skelter. One can’t contextualize the painters and their works although an assiduous art lover would probably take down the artists’ name and do research later.
Most of the visitors turned into a theme park where they shot endless pictures of themselves besides paintings and the sculptures. Nevertheless, despite the dismal organization, one gets a glimpse of the artistic heritage of the Indonesians who are currently enjoying the spotlight in auction houses and the international art scene.
Wayang Museum was slightly better in terms of curatorship although, after 20 or so minutes, in the words of Apo, it was “wayang overload”.
The puppets await their puppeteers
Of the three, the Jakarta History Museum, which seemed to promise an afternoon of edification, was a huge disappointment considering that the country has a rich history. The pseudo museum opened to a huge painting that depicted a war �" perhaps between the colonized and the imperialists we couldn’t tell �" and a staircase that led to the upper floors that resembled a warehouse holding an antique sale.
Interesting to note was the behavior of the visitors whom Apo and I took to be not from the city. The teenagers had fun photographing with two tall blonde women who didn’t disappoint them on the first floor while some posed with a tall red-haired man on the second floor.
AT GOD’S HOUSE
The various homes of God
From the museums, it was off to pay homage to one of the biggest homes of Allah in Southeast Asia. Called Masjid Istiqlal (Independence Mosque), it is the largest mosque because it can welcome more than 120,000 of the faithful at one time.
Construction of the mosque officially began with the laying of the foundation stone by President Sukarno on August 24, 1961, and was finished 17 years later showcasing the theme Ketuhanan (Divinity) by architect Frederich Silaban. Construction cost was said to have amounted to Rp7 billion.
Within the area was another house of God, Gereja Santa Maria Pelindung Diangkat Ke Surga (Church of Our Lady of Assumption), which is commonly referred to as Gereja Katedral Jakarta or Jakarta Cathedral. Wikipedia says it was built in neo-gothic style, the popular architectural style of the times, and that church business was first officiated in 1901.
Photo op for Apo at Monas
It would be a shame to miss the national emblems of Indonesia. The first one is a symbol of the country’s fight for independence that inspired one fast food chain to name its soft serve ice cream in honor of it. Monumen Nasional, or Monas, is a tower over Central Jakarta measuring at 128.7 meters and topped with a golden flame. Under architects Frederich Silaban and RM Soedarsono, construction began on August 17, 1961 and finished 14 years later.
The queue to the viewing platform always snakes around, and it seems it’s a matter of luck and patience to get to the top, which, at that time, Apo and I sorely lacked. A friend said that you see the whole of Jakarta and the monument’s manicured gardens. Apo and I contented ourselves with seeing it from the ground. Besides, the sun was beating down our backs pushing us to make a speedy retreat to our van.
The pinisi stays afloat in the sea of modernity
A much cooler monument was Sunda Kelapa, the old harbor of Jakarta on the north, which was originally called Sunda Kalapa (Coconut of Kelapa) and was the main port of Sunda Kingdom of Pajajaran. The interesting aspect of this port is it only berths the pinisi, traditional two-mast wooden sailing ship, which keeps the inter-island freight service of the entire island alive.
The day was drawing to an end and we barely covered one-fourth of it. Most people I know would pass on the idea of visiting Jakarta because they think there’s nothing to see. On the contrary, there are a lot of things to see and do in Jakarta, which a real traveler Apo didn’t fail to see but didn’t have luxury of time. After all, a country’s splendor is not found in posh malls and fancy tourist traps.