Today I want to buy clothes that suit a wedding. I am not used to go to weddings so I do not yet have clothes that fit to such an event. I got an e-mail that told me that I could find clothes at the Mala Dua.

I ask at the hotel how to get there and here too, they want to send me by bus cab but I am not the type. I want to walk so I let them tell me how te get there by foot. It is much nearer than I thought. It is hot, so I buy myself water on the street and am happy that the water is cold.

At the Mala Dua I find 3 pieces of coton that have a nice pattern on them and I buy enough to be able to wear them as a sarong. Would be nice to wear a sarong and see how that feels. I am curious about the feeling being dressed as a woman.

The Mala Dua is a enormous complex where there are too much shops for people like me. I was happy to be albe to get out again and do not take the same way back.

I want some adventure so I turn into a little street and come into the slums. They start about 20 meters from the Mala Dua and from the busy and noisy world Mala Dua I come into the quite and peaceful world of the slums. The streets are narrow but clean and there are small shops that sell drinks or other things.

As I am thirsty again, I buy myself a cold drink and the woman that sells it to me calls her daughter so we can talk a litt. I leave the bottle at their place so I do not have to carry it around. At the end of the slums I discover a tailor.

It is an open shop, the sewing machine shows that it is a tailor that works there. No big shop, just the sewing machine and a chair. No person with it. I am glad to find this tailor. I can have him sew my sarongs.

I wonder where the tailor is. No sign of him. A man is sitting on the stairs opposite of the little shop and smoking a cigaret. I stand before the little shop and wait. I just wait and look around. Until I wonder if some tailor will come again today.

He comes. It is the man that was sitting on the stairs and smoking the cigaret. I tell him my desire and he wants to do it. His price is OK for me and I assume too much for the local people. But if I am rich, I can pay him so he can share my richness.

It takes him some hours to do the job and I sit on the place he was sitting before. A mosk is there too. Men go in there and one man talks to me in perfect english. I am glad to hear something about Jakarta and be able to communicate. I also see a woman that collects money and wonder what money that is.

She writes something in a little booklet after the women paid. Is it the rent or are that regular savings? I do not dare asking. A bunch of kids come home from school. Some of them in unifors and they stay to look what I am doing there. Some small ones, ca. 9 years old start asking me in english who I am and where I come from.

I am glad that these kids learn english so they will be able to communicate with the tourists that come. It is time for the grown up to come home too and a lot come with their motor cycle through the narrow streets.

I wonder where they will put their motor cycles. The streets are very narrow and the places to live do not seem big either.

On my way back to the hotel I pass lots of people that repair machinery. I do not bring them my camera that fell on the stone floor in Medan and is not to be used any more since. This camera I bought so I did not have to take my heave one. For in case I took an old light one too but I have not found a photo film in Indoneia. It seems they do not make normal pictures there any longer.

And I wonder where they get all the electricity for all these modern stuff like handy, digital camera and computer. I found a Hotspot near the hotel and a lot of nice young people that made my compu hotspot-internet fit. And I was happy to get in contact with an Indonesian young man through that.

The Hotspot became to me a daily visit to get in contact with the world I know. I wrote that I bought myself sarongs and got the answer that was not the right dress to wear. I have been disappointed but I want to confirm to the dressing rules so tomorrow I will have to go there ones more to find a wedding trousers.

At my hotspot the boys are no longer interested in me. They know enough and prefer their own compagny. A man comes to me and we talk a litt. I am happy to be able to talk with someone.

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