Today’s itinerary was to Bandung. It started with Fenny’s mother bringing us oatmeal breaksfast. We then went to Fenny’s aunt’s place as she was also going to bring her Lebanese friend there and we tongpang-ed her chauffeured car.
We stopped at this place at Setera something where there was an art gallery called Nuart with a café within. The artist, Nyoman Nuart, worked with cooper and brass, and his pieces were either all fluid showing sense of movement or majestic and big as we were greeted by a sculpture of a 10m hand with a woman in the centre of the palm at the roundabout just as we turned into the Nuart gallery. The café was in the midst of a small clearing, with a small waterfall and rapids neaby, and we did some exploring while waiting for the food to come.
We stopped at this place at Setera something where there was an art gallery called Nuart with a café within. The artist, Nyoman Nuart, worked with cooper and brass, and his pieces were either all fluid showing sense of movement or majestic and big as we were greeted by a sculpture of a 10m hand with a woman in the centre of the palm at the roundabout just as we turned into the Nuart gallery. The café was in the midst of a small clearing, with a small waterfall and rapids neaby, and we did some exploring while waiting for the food to come.
This was just next to the rapids
This was a work in progress piece. See the shed next to the head? That was how tall the head was. With something so big, it's amazing that the facial expression was still so engaging. And yes, it's made of metal as well cos we saw the frames and metal sheets at the back of the head.Lunch was bebek goreng (fried duck) and some gingered chicken accompanied with the sound of rushing waters in the background. The food was fantastic! I cant describe how nice the duck was..and the taste was probably enhanced by eating with hands :p
After lunch, we continued with our journey to the volcano. Known as Mt. Tangkuban Perahu, we did a short trek of about 1.2 km to the first site, which was the remnants of the last eruption, led by the smell of sulphuric acid. From there, the view was fantastic and you could see really far – the rice fields, Bandung town, the mountains， 顿时，心胸开阔。 After that, we headed for the crater at the top in the car. It was freezing cold as the wind were blasting from different directions and I regretted not wearing something warmer. ok, I dont have the photos cos remember my cam died? so all the photos with Fenny.
As we left the volcano, Fenny’s aunt brought us to this café called Kampung Daun. It’s still within the valleys, and Fenny’s aunt said that she had never been there before cos everytime she was there the queue would be so long that they would have to go other places. And I could see understandably why. Walking to our seats along a path lit with soft candlelight in paper bags (the effect was amazing though it sounded cheapo) with occasional pits burning with real logs, the tables were actually individual huts, illuminated with soft lights, with traditional seats (meaning on the ground) with plush cushions and curtains. The food too was very good – the nasi lewit solo was coconut rice cooked with lemongrass, pandan and red chilli is a must to try! The beef rib soup was so yummylicious and the fish tender and crispy (I am salivating now just remembering them...) The price was also reasonable by Singapore standard, which rounds up to about 50 SGD for 4 persons with a table load of food. And it was really a table load!
Fed and satisfied, it was a long way back and as usual I slept in the car (there is something about cars that I realised that they were quite hypnotic and make you sleepy all the time). I think I am going to grow fat :s
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