A fierce wind blows from the east and all the warung vendors are wearing
three jumpers and coughing and spluttering. Indonesians are very
susceptible to chills( masuk anngin) — even the bubonic plague was
blamed on " lagi ganti musim". Everyone says that, as a sort of
universal black sheep for all ills -- " the wind has changed". The other
thing yoU can bet on is an sms from a freshly minted amorante( lover)
asking if you have eaten yet. This is called perhatian. I call it
intrusive -- leave my eating habits out of the equation i say . Ha!
OMG
mas Heru has arrived in a new hip hop outfit to jolt me out of my
melancholy . He is retrieving the warung furniture he hides in the
graveyard of retired sampans every night. His wife has pranged the
warung bike and is getting a serving as he lugs furniture
AND THEN
THE CHUBS ARRIVED -- a gang of saucy tarts in extreme hot pants ,
escorted by a young pimp on a pink bike. Heaven and bliss. The thing is,
if youwait long enough at the beach warung, the world comes to you