… but I’d like to.
The Betawi (indigenous Jakarta people) family opposite are holding a very special party today. Their son, Arifin aged 9, had his foreskin lopped off in October and the party is to celebrate his becoming a fully fledged Muslim.
This is not the cause of my mutterings though; my displeasure, which I can only air here as we’ve known Abbas and his family for the 17 years we’ve lived here, is that Betawi parties inevitably involve a dangdut band performing all day long. The PA is beamed straight into our house.
Don’t sweat it
We may have to make an appearance to prove we’re good neighbours, but I wouldn’t want to stay long; only soft drinks will be served, and I will have a mental blockage if Pocari Sweat is one of them. This can only be of interest to its fans – I love Pocari Sweat it is by far the best drink I have ever had. I had 6 liters in 1 day once – and western collectors of soda pop cans.