I arrived in the Jakarta airport early Saturday afternoon and by 3pm I was with a good friend from Jakarta (my flatmate at uni), her brother, his wife and another friend from uni at a cozy black and white tiled cafe ordering coffees in the center of the old city (Kota Tua). On the menu was the infamous Kopi Luwak coffee (the beans being first digested by a civet) and an avocado concoction, but I decided to stick with a simple iced black coffee.
We set off to wander around that neighborhood. We moved across the central square hosting a music festival and loads of people dress up in mascot and cartoon costumes, through sidewalk markets with plush toys and selfie sticks and then onto a crowed alley with all sorts of deep-fried snacks. We didn’t try anything here, because we were saving our appetites for dinner at a west Sumatran Padang restaurant. However, loads of these greasy, but delicious treats called gorengan, would refuel us on hikes along volcanos and through city streets in the following days. When the sun started to set we stopped into the Wayang puppet museum with displays of Indonesia’s famous puppets.