Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Millions of rupiah to spend...
Who will emerge as the winner?
This... is... the Amazing Race, Shopaholic Edition!
Recap of the last episode: The racers completed several very wet tasks at the tropical island of Pulau Seribu, 45 minutes away from Anchol, Jakarta. As it was a non-elimination round, all racers are now off to the next location - the hilly town of Bandung - via boat and bus. What task awaits them now?
After a three-hour mandatory rest at Holiday Inn Bandung upon arrival, the racers were presented with a choice of two tasks:
Spend only two hours shopping along Jalan Dago. While this may sound easy, there are more than ten outlets along this road, so racers have to be brilliant in dividing their time,
Spend the equivalent amount of time at Jeans Street (I think they went to Cihampelas). While racers have the luxury of spending longer time at just one place, the lack of variety of goods may mean that some racers will come out with nothing.
(Director's note: no pictures taken from Jalan Dago, because the camera-man also too busy shoppingggggg!! She had been subsequently fired.)
An hour in the morning was spend for more local oriented task - i.e shopping at the more traditional Pasar Baru. This building is a makcik-makcik shopping haven - floors and floors of telekung, fabrics, batik, etc. The biggest challenge? Racers were only given sixty minutes to complete their task (perghhh, mana cukup!). One of the racers, Cik A, failed to buy one of the required item on the list, a modern embroided baju kurung with slanted cutting. The other racer advised her on the strategy see-and-grab ("tak yah pikir2 dah") and compare prices only between two adjacent shops ("x yah aa round satu floor nak compare and tawar. Banding dua kedai je cukup!"). Miss F (yang bunyi awal2 tu konon-konon x nak shopping) accidently bought another bombastic lace fabric. She bought one last year from the same place, and it is still wrapped in the plastic at home. Now she got two bombastic fabrics, with no bombastic functions where she can wear them.
Afterwards the racers stopped by a few other outlets and also the Prima Rasa Bakery. Everyone was then transported to Jakarta after a Nasi Padang dinner.
The challenge continues in Jakarta. The main task was to buy several batik pieces for friends back home. Five racers decided to team up and against their better reason, listened to the advice of other competing racers who directed them to Mangga Dua instead of Tanah Abang.
After an hour fruitlessly searching for a fabric store in Mangga Dua, and useless direction from the shopkeeper there when asked on the stores' location, the team decided to abandon Mangga Dua and left for Tanah Abang. Time was a big concern, as all racers need to be back at the hotel by 2 pm to check out and leave for the airport. They did not accomplish anything in Mangga Dua except for Miss F who managed to score two cute tops there. She longingly stared at the handbags but as everyone else was pressed for time, she decided to forgo those babies and went with them to Tanah Abang.
The five racers reached Tanah Abang and voila, all that they want was there. More fabrics, more batiks, more telekung... They barely had two hours there but marvelouslly, learning from yesterday's experience, all task was completed successfully.
The winner was determined at the airport, based on the person who has the heaviest luggage when checking in at the airport counter. The name not to be disclosed here for privacy reason, hohoho. A clue: the winner was not Miss F (who felt sad that she was dethroned as the Shopaholic Queen), and the winner was actually a 'he'!
Monday, June 8, 2009
I wonder who first conjured the brilliant idea of sphere-ing or zorbing? Maybe that person was having coffee on one fine day, reflecting on his many life achievements, when suddenly it struck him that his life would be incomplete until he found a way to put people inside a giant, clear rubber ball and rolled them down the hill.
Or maybe, just maybe, the evil genius behind the idea is actually a hamster, taking revenge on behalf of his kind on us human who have subjected his furry families and friends to run in spinwheel and plastic balls.
One beautiful Saturday morning I found myself at Taman Tasik Titiwangsa with my KOMA cohorts. Two giant plastic balls were waiting for us.
Act One – Dry ball
Left leg in, right leg in.
Hand went through the first handle, holding the second handle.
A smile to my golek partner, Ash, safely secured across me and…
I screamed like a mad woman, but in my heart I was furiously praying, “God, why am I doing this! Selamatkan hamba mu. Tak kahwin lagi. Mamaaaaaa!!”. It lasted only for a few seconds, but it felt like forever.
Up, down, up, down. Round and round.
This must be how it feels being trapped in a giant washing machine.
My left leg slipped out, and now it dangled dangerously as we continued to roll. I tried to slip it back in, but the sheer force of the motion and gravity drained the strength off me. Nasib baik aku ini katik orangnya, if not Ash would have been kicked mercilessly during the ride.
We rolled to a stop 70 meter later, and only then I realized my headscarf was completely off. Tercabut habis. All the bump, hump and jump had caused a friction between my head and the plastic wall that my scarf slid off. No wonder Ash’s scream got louder towards the end of the roll – the sweet girl across him had transformed into a crazy-haired banshee!
There were about twenty of us, and eventhough each ride only lasted for a few seconds, we had to wait for everybody’s turn before continuing with the more challenging wet ball. We followed the same sequence, so I got to witness a few friends going through the wet ball.
It did not looked and sound as fun. I approached Jai, the first one in.
“Eh, ok ke? Air tak masuk hidung?”
“Semua masuk, beb. Tak leh tahan, nak buat macam mana”
“Hohoho (laughing nervously). Sure, that bad?”
“Macam HUET la jugak. Kalau orang yang tak leh HUET tu, yang ni memang susah lah”
I hate, hate, hate HUET to the core of my bones, to the lowest dermis in my body, to the last drop of blood pumped into my heart. HUET (or Helicopter Underwater Escape Training) is a compulsory course for oil and gas personnel working offshore. It trained us how to escape in case the helicopter crashed into the sea. The training is conducted in a huge pool – we are strapped on seats inside a box - the ‘helicopter’- submerged into the water, then they turned the box upside down so that we are now dangling the wrong way up, after which we are supposed to release ourselves from the harness, kick open the window and swim out of the submerged box. I passed all the tests I’ve taken so far, but it took so much courage and practice to put a brave face in front of the instructor and friends, and just to get it over. Dalam hati tuhan je yang tahu…uwaaaa
Act Two – wet ball
“Ash, aku tak nak buat kot wet run nih”
“Ah, tak de, tak de. Kena buat jugak”
”Ko buat la ngan orang lain. Sure ada budak lain nak buat dua kali nyeh”
”No, no.. partner tak leh tukar eh”
We walked to the starting point.
“Eh, serious ni, aku tak nak buat”
We arrived at the ball. Ash got in first.
“Tak mau buat ahh”
I gathered my courage – how bad it can be? It only takes a few seconds. You survived HUET, girl! – and entered the ball. Ash was strapped in. The interior was slippery from previous usage, and I slipped trying to stand up, putting the harness on. Suddenly, my stomach turned, I felt so dreadful, as if I just crashed into Anuar Zain’s BMW and he hurt so bad he could no longer sing and I was solely responsible for depriving the world from his nightingale voice. Oh God, what am I doing?
“Tak mau!!! Nak keluar!!! Nak keluar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
Yes, my friends. I screamed without shame. I try to run to the opening, but the staff – hantu betul diaorg ni! – put their bodies against the hole, preventing me from going out. I tried the other hole, and someone was fast enough to cover that escape route as well.
I resigned myself to fate. I stalled so much getting the harness on – suddenly, the harness shrink and I can’t put my legs in. Then I can’t put through my arms. Then the carabineer pulak tak nak lock. Macam-macam lah alasan.
The staff poured in two buckets of water inside the ball.
Nothing else can be done, except to pray.
Ya tuhan, ampunkan dosa hambaMu ini.
I covered my nose with the side of my arm.
First round, the water got in my nose….. pedihhhhhhhhhhh
Second round, more water got in….. argghhhhhh
Third round, fourth round…. Oh, this is how it feels to really be trapped in a huge washing machine!
Unlike the dry run I did not opened my eyes at all. All I could hear was Ash screaming like mad – saje bikin havoc la tu – and I just kept quiet until the ball stopped. A few friends were waiting at the end to subject us to some torture – they rolled and shook the ball a couple of times just to make us suffer – and only then, I opened my eyes and mouth and scream… happily! It’s over!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yes, I would recommend this to everyone, no matter how harrowing I make it sound. I would even recommend you to try the zorbing in Gemas, which has a longer route and it may take close to one minute to reach the end (hohohoh, please don’t eat breakfast before you try this). Or if you are lucky enough, try the one in New Zealand, which is even more challenging than the one we have here.
To all KOMA friends, it is a pleasure, as always… hahaha
For more info, check out the website http://www.firstinmalaysia.com/.
The dry ball is RM 15 per ride. The wet ball is RM 20.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Ok guys, since I’ve been here and I visited Tangkuban Perahu before, let me tell you the story behind the volcano. Very interesting lah this story. Way, way back then, there were these king and queen… (pause). Eh, jap… Aaah, that’s right, there were this king and queen, they had a son. Then something happen, the son was cast away. I don’t know what happened la, but he had to leave the country. Then years later he came back, but he did not recognize the place was his country before. (Eh, how come he did not remember? He was an adult when he went away kan?). Anywayyyy, something happen, and he came back to the country that he no longer recognize as his country but the most important thing is he met his mother who he did not know was his mother and they fall in love. (Eh, where was the king at this time? And how he did not know his mother? She must be so old too!). Ok, I think his father was dead. Maybe he killed him? That’s why he was thrown away? Anyhoo, the mom and the son fall in love, then he asked her to marry her, then somehow she discovered he was her son, so of course she wanted to say no. So she asked him to do an impossible task, that to marry her, he had to build a giant boat before sunrise the next day. Wahh, apparently this boy got magical power, so he get helped from all those magic creatures so of course his boat was almost done by dawn. Her mom got worried but she also got power, so she did something la, I don’t remember what she did, but what she did caused either the sun to rise early or the rooster to think that the sun was rising that it made that koo,koo sound so the boy pretty much lose. He got angry of course, so he kicked the boat and it overturned, and that’s how you get the mountain called Tangkuban Perahu, my friend. (Oooooo).
I am such a terrible story-teller.
It was over a meal of pisang salai keju that I told this story to my friends, as we were supposed to visit the volcano the next day. Oh, pisang salai keju, another must-have while in Bandung. The dessert was my treat - I took that it was my responsibility to introduce this yummy dessert to my friends who are new to Bandung, as it was my friend responsibility to introduce it to me when I first came here. Kan Farina? :)
For the uninitiated, pisang salai keju is grilled banana, drizzled with a combination (or all!) of either condensate milk, cheese, chocolate and peanuts. Yummy! My friends finished off everything on the plate, so hopefully they do like it.
Anyway, there are several version on the legend of Sangkuriang (he was the son who falls in love with his own mother - oh, Oedipal conflict!) Tangkuban Perahu, one of them can be found here.
We ended up not going to Tangkuban Perahu the next day at all for we have a more important mission to accomplish...hoho, so here are some pics I snapped at the volcano from a previous trip to Bandung with Farina.