Monday, 10 November 2008

MW on the Road: Solo and Bali

7 - 8 November, 2008


(7/11) At
Panembahan Hardjonagoro's grave
(he designed his funerary umbrella 20 years ago)



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(8/11) Roemahkoe, Solo: My favorite home stay

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(8/11) On the way to Candi Ceto







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(8/11) Candi Ceto

MW's SMS from Candi Ceto (November 8, 2008):

How beautiful is this high valley in the hour of sharp morning light before the mists descend. How magic is the recently "recharged" temple Kudus Agung (see story in SIP September 2007) and how extraordinary the statues and plazascapes still. A kondlu juru kunci took me to the top of the many terraces explaining how both Gus Dur, Akbar Tanjung and the Soeharto children are still regulars--the former spending the jum'at legi night in the meditation hut (gedong) at the top terrace. "Kembali ke Tanah Jawa," explained my guide. The 'odalan' is on an during Medangsia (there is a wayang kulit held in the temple). The Balinese hold an odalan here on Hari Raya Saraswati .
















Candi Ceto Carpark attendant
(All the villagers are Hindu Javanese)


My Driver, Yun



Meru on the hillside above the Candi Seto temple


Statue of Brawijaya Pamungkas, the last king of Majapahit Kingdom
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(8/11) Lunch in Solo at Warung Letokan



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(8/11) On the way to Jogja Airport

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(8/11) Later the same day in Bali,
at the Neka Gallery for Maya's water colour show




Maya's new boyfriend and his mother


MAYA = HOT


PKI??
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(8/11) In Ubud, at Rio Helmi's "Kerala" Show



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(8/11) Pura Dalem Tanjung, Kepaon, 10 pm:
MW's SMS:

The most moving sight of these past two heart-wrenching and heart-warming days was the vision tonight of the temple gamelan (average age: nine) playing beautifully to wake up a drenched temple court for the evenings kedatengan trance ritual. One six-year old cymbal crasher was conducting the sub juniors with a verve to equal yo yo ma! Oh how wonderfully the Balinese fold the new guard into ancient ceremonies.