Well, guess I made you waited for a while for my journey to be continued. Sorry about that, I was busy with other writing jobs. Apologizes, and to thank for your continuous support, I would continue pamper you with few more blogs coming from another country. Stay tuned still!
So day 3, guess I had to wake up earlier to take the taxi a further place, from:
Dharmawangsa Hotel to Cawang train station (stuck in an hour traffic jam);
Cawang train station to Bogor (an hour train journey)
When we reached Bogor, I and the ladies took Angkot, a minivan number 3 to travel from Bubulak to Baranang Siang, the fare is between 2.000 till 4.000 Rupiah, and so the fare is reasonable. A 20 mins distance, we reached Jalan Ciheuliat, and we found something interesting…
So, the first thing when you see this picture, what do you think what are we waiting for?
Guess? Come on, guess!
This missing in action uncle came back to his old location to sell Lumpia Basah, means wet popiah. The ingredients: bean sprouts, soft yam, and egg. A price of 4.000 Rupiah, yummy, I still can recall how delicious it was till now!
Uncle said: "Film me! Film me!" Just joking...
So the landmark to find this uncle Lumpia (if he didn’t relocated to another place again), he will be exactly by the roadside, opposite Puskesmas Bogor Timur (a medical centre), Jalan Pakuan, 6, Bogor. Good luck.
Till we meet him again, shall we?we took Angkot, and this time, some locals will pop into the minivan, and start to play their guitar and sing songs. Well, you may give them a token if you love what they are doing, or else, just say thank you and smiled back, it is not a necessity to give money to them.
We reached Jalan Bangka, Bogor. Bogor is named as Angkor/ rain city, simply because it always rain, and the flood flows into Jakarta city, guess the government still cracking their head how to solve the flood problem which hits the city. Tarra told me it was happened that we were at Bogor, where the incident of Sukhoi SuperJet-100 at Salak Mountain occurred. Sad, I feel sad, as the plane crash caused fatal accident.
Well, move on. Tarra and I reached Botanical garden at Bogor.
|Interesting facts, visit them!|
One that I like was nycticebus coucang, which it’s teeth have been used for men’s medicine, but this is a pretty bad usage though. Slow lorises have their teeth cut or pulled out for the pet trade, and often die from infection, blood loss, poor handling, or poor nutrition. Fellas, save animals please, they breathe too, don’t do it for the sake of money, find another way.
Next, I am sure everyone heard of Asian palm civet, the animal which we get civet coffee/Kopi Luwak from its digestive tract. Civet coffee is one of the world’s most expensive and low-production varieties of coffee.
Here are some beauties:
|The President house in the garden, nice...|
|Dutch graveyards, we crawled from the walls behind,not knowing this is a graveyard area!|
One of the highlights was the lover trees, two tall trees had the legend of if you go there with your admirer; she/he will fall in love with you. Haha, you see, after a while, there will be a big red bridge named as break up bridge. (What the?) One is lover trees, one is break up bridge…so you fall in love, and then you walk further, you break up? Hilarious. The oldest tree in the garden is almost 189 years old, shall we blow candle as its birthday celebration?
|Happy 189 year old, my oldest tree! (right side)|
|This view, tells me words, check out the lorry|
|Poor horse, need to work!|
2 hours passed. We walked to the food street, and ate the famous Soto Betawi and Gado-gado finally.
|Soto betawi, gado-gado|
|Iced tea and Pukis|
Tarra asked: “We go for apple pie now.” What! Food, okay, might as well this end up be a food trip, my belly is growing and growing. I remembered we took Angkot and reached Tugu Kujang, stopped at Badan Pertanahan Nasional Republik,Jalan Salak,2, Bogor. we walked inside to another version of the village. Oh ya, go for chicken porridge Kabitha which can be found near the train station, ask people ya. De-koffie-pot is famous for its coffee drinking session, and Warung Taman at Taman Kencana park will seduce you with their famous fried rice. If you like pizza, go for Kedai Kita, wood oven pizza.
So many foods to recommend! Life is about enjoying food still. We reached PTA apple pie area, finally!
|Environment and menu|
Video of the surrounding:
I won’t miss their famous Bajigur and Bandrek; to be chilled along with their apple pie.
|(1) Apple pie (2) Bajigur (3) Bandrek|
530pm it is, to avoid to get stuck with the massive jam, we walked back to our previous exit and took Angkot till Taman Topi (near police station), opposite Taman Topi Square, there is a small lane going back to the train station, and we headed back Cawang station. Well, this time, I took the bus by myself (previously Tarra guided me but as it was too late, I have to survive on my own) from Cawang station heading to Plaza Semanggi. I had to walk opposite (thanks to Tarra who drew a mini cute map to guide me for the direction) and took a taxi back Dharmawangsa hotel. Guess how long I spent on the easiest smartest transportation way? It took me 1 hour and 40 minutes from the Cawang station to Dharmawangsa! Good or bad? I don’t know. Well, lucky I still managed to taste a bit of sup buntut at Kemang.