Gerakan Bawah Tanah - Mr. GBT

Just got back from Singapore. We flew from Singapore to Jakarta and went back to Bandung using train. The Argo Parahyangan train was okay. Lots of tourists were on the train. Arrived in Bandung, we decided to take taxi to our home. It has been a while since I took taxi from this train station. I didn't know what to do. So, when we were just off the gate, we were swarmed by unofficial taxi drivers. I knew I shouldn't say something and just straight to metered taxi, which I remembered there were plenty of them on the street outside the train station. But, I responded. Boy, I was so wrong. The taxi drivers offered me their service. I asked them how much. They asked where to and I said the area where we live. They offered Rp. 150,000,- (one hundred fifty thousands rupiah). I knew this is too much. I remembered taking taxi from Bandung airport to our home is just Rp. 70,000. So I told them that. They grunted and started to walk away, except for one guy. He relented that we shoul...

This blog has been distracted for a while. At one point I have not touched this blog for quite a while because I have another blog to maintain. But, then I remember the purpuse of this blog; to share my knowledge about Indonesia (for those who are far away from Indonesia). I was away from Indonesia for quite a while. At that time, late 80s early 90s, there was no World Wide Web. Email was also limited. It was difficult for me to find information about Indonesia. Nowadays, internet is everywhere. But, in my opinion, it is still difficult to find information (about Indonesia) through the eyes of Western culture. Thus, this purpose of this blog. Raison d'ê·tre . The thing that reminded me of this is that my family just got back from Singapore and had to go to Jakarta before going back to Bandung. So,  we had to search for information about hotels in Singapore and Jakarta. Apparently, the number of good information out there is still limited. Perhaps it's because ordinary peopl...

One of the problem being a leader is that you have to be perfect. At least, that's what the public want to precieve you. The result is that everybody is looking at you, trying to find mistake(s) you made. Once they found it, they blow it up like crazy. They won't let you give explanation. They just won't listen. You can only say ... "Yes, I am (always) wrong."