First stop was again the university, dropping off I and M for their morning meeting. As Pak Kadam then hunted down the off-the-beaten-track address of the batik showroom and workshop, we passed the following scenes:
Used tires with a bit of life left in them on sale.
Batik Komar's wisata (tour) branch on Jalan Cigadung Raya Timur I, where one can belajar dan belanja (study and buy).
The amazing workshop — which I highly recommend to anyone with time to spare in Bandung. The order of photos reflects our path through the batik-making area, not the steps of the process.
Reconstruction of a Javanese home.
Silk screening -- not a traditional part of batik creation, but this "factory" experiments with contemporary ideas. While the owners began in 1998 with Cirebon motifs, they've now evolved their own style.
Applying wax with a cap.
My personal guide, an ITB design graduate, standing in front of a selection of caps. This is only a small sampling of those available.
Working on batik tulis (written = hand-drawn).
Exiting past the silk-screen area.
Batik motif on denim, drying on a clothesline.
Tree I can't identify (like most) in courtyard.
Bandung street scenes after Pak Kadam and I pick up Iswani and Michael at the university.
We liked the Warung Pasta sign. A warung is usually a dimly lit stall offering traditional Indonesian dishes.
First stop on way to volcano: lunch. Another delicious meal, this time at d'Seuhah Da Lada. Seuhah, we learned, means "panting after" and lada is pepper: the restaurant is known for its spicy food.
Order being taken.
Bamboo ceiling beams.
Views from our raised gazebo.
Iswani and Pak Kadam.
We didn't leave the table hungry.
Beef ribs (I think) on left; tahu and tempe on right.
Can't identify these vegetables.
Sate kelinci. We had seen lots of rabbits for sale as we exited the immediate Bandung area, but only Michael and I, trained by our stays in France, were willing to eat the meat.
The fish when we had finished. Iswani commented ruefully, "kuncing akan menangis": the cat will cry.
The grill on which fish was barbecued.
. . . and garden
A while later, a strong stench of hydrogen sulfide announced that we were approaching the national park dominated by the volcano Tangkuban Parahu (overturned boat). It last erupted in 1959 — for more details, see Michael's blog: http://throughthesandglass.typepad.com/through_the_sandglass/2011/07/crater-delta-tephra-sand.html.
Tea plantations and other scenes as we made our way back to Jakarta.
Tea leaves and pickers.
Design and color of mosque you don't see very often here.
To conclude, more proof that the Monty Python sketch on How To Recognize Different Types Of Tree From Quite A Long Way Away is not standing me in good stead. Anyone out there willing to hazard a guess? These snaps don't really do justice to the brilliant scarlet/coral blossom.
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