Today is Indonesian Independence Day. The country is 69. That's about all I know on that subject since we spent the day at a mall (the sales!) and - randomly - a Suzuki car expo.
Also, we ate salad for the first time in two weeks.
The expo - or Pesta Otomotif Mobil Suzuki - was held in a giant air-conditioned tent in the park across the street from our hotel. The park is actually a sports complex comprising Jakarta's main sports arena, a baseball diamond, and a driving range. And next to all this, a tent full of cars. We checked it out because we were on a walking mission to get our baby to finally take a nap.
It was quite a scene. Hired models in outrageous stilettos and aggressive fake eye lashes mingled with the more modest crowd in head scarves. The big draw was a raffle for various smart phones and, of course, suzukis. We sorta pretended to shop for a car. Really, the only thing we learned on this outing was that Miles really likes loud techno trance for sleeping, the one sound not available on his baby sound machine. Our bad.
No better way to celebrate independence than with consumerism. With a baby fresh off his nap, we set out on mission number two: buy some sheets. We barely managed to learn the word for "bolster pillow" when the power of our incredibly adorable, blue-eyed baby took over. Within a matter of minutes every employee in the department store was cooing over him on one of the bed displays. Here we learned a valuable lesson. The best way to handle aggressive sales people is to just hand over your baby. Just hand him over. It turns out he is irresistible and then you can browse in peace.
I really hope the salad wasn't a mistake.
Selamat Ulang Tahun, Indonesia!
Also, we ate salad for the first time in two weeks.
The expo - or Pesta Otomotif Mobil Suzuki - was held in a giant air-conditioned tent in the park across the street from our hotel. The park is actually a sports complex comprising Jakarta's main sports arena, a baseball diamond, and a driving range. And next to all this, a tent full of cars. We checked it out because we were on a walking mission to get our baby to finally take a nap.
It was quite a scene. Hired models in outrageous stilettos and aggressive fake eye lashes mingled with the more modest crowd in head scarves. The big draw was a raffle for various smart phones and, of course, suzukis. We sorta pretended to shop for a car. Really, the only thing we learned on this outing was that Miles really likes loud techno trance for sleeping, the one sound not available on his baby sound machine. Our bad.
No better way to celebrate independence than with consumerism. With a baby fresh off his nap, we set out on mission number two: buy some sheets. We barely managed to learn the word for "bolster pillow" when the power of our incredibly adorable, blue-eyed baby took over. Within a matter of minutes every employee in the department store was cooing over him on one of the bed displays. Here we learned a valuable lesson. The best way to handle aggressive sales people is to just hand over your baby. Just hand him over. It turns out he is irresistible and then you can browse in peace.
I really hope the salad wasn't a mistake.
Selamat Ulang Tahun, Indonesia!
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