There is a good reason one should blog immediately when inspiration strikes....

I can't remember the details of my past trips anymore! Guh....in the next few weeks (yes, weeks not days), have fun watching Mave struggle to describe her previous travels.

Hello Jakarta I

For example, I cannot remember the names of these delicious dishes I had with my friend at a restaurant called Dabu-Dabu.

*************The Food***************

I can't remember what constitutes each dish anymore but they were good. One dish stood up though because it was jackfruit cooked in a savory context. Fancy that!

More importantly, I had the chance to meet up my rotten brother (yes, we have such endearing nicknames for each other. I'm his expired sister. Don't ask.). His sister and mum tagged along and we had a pretty good meal together.

*************The Fugitive***************

I noticed something, which I did not get to capture on camera. Security was HIGH at Hotel Mulia. I noticed it the moment I entered through the gates in the taxi limousine. There were poker-faced armed guards in dark blue uniforms who solemnly marched up to the vehicle and opened the doors. They looked into the backseat and used some gadget to scan for (heaven forbid) things that blow up under the vehicle.

Upon arriving at the hotel lobby, my bags and myself were scanned once again through that doorframe arch thingy that you thought you'll only see in the airport.

I was totally blown away (pun intended) when the similar security check was at the shopping mall. We had to open our handbags/bags for the security guard to look through before we were allowed to shop away.

That was an interesting eye-opener. Welcome to Indonesia, folks. XD

*************The Fancy***************

I didn't know that Hotel Mulia was one of the hotels with the highest number of bomb threats. I suppose that would explain the number of rich folks, diplomats...well, important-looking ppl in that hotel. Lucky me.

Here are some quick shots of the hotel inside.

To be cont'd......