Little trips round Yogya -- 7 -- Kauman again
by prudence on 26-May-2013
Today's New Thing was a bit of a rerun of last week's. BUT -- we followed a different route, we ate at a different breakfast venue, and this time, thanks to the excellent instructions provided here, we actually found the key site we'd missed last week, namely, the Langgar Kidul KH Ahmad Dahlan.
So -- still new then, right?
Anyway, the route took us down yet more of Yogya's infinite store of quiet, pretty back-roads, past trilling songbirds, venerable wooden buildings, and frangipani-shaded cemeteries.
Breakfast was Java coffee and banana pancake at Gading, back in Jl Prawirotaman.
At the Langgar, it turned out one of the ladies present knows a colleague of mine, and has written a monograph on Ahmad Dahlan. So we were lucky enough to be shown upstairs (where etched on the floor is the corrected direction of the qiblat that Ahmad Dahlan struggled to establish), and then into the little exhibition room where some of the history of the building is charted. And we met a granddaughter of Ahmad Dahlan... She is 75 years old, but has the bearing and manner of one much younger.
Last week we probably walked past the memorial to those citizens of Kauman who were killed in the independence struggle, but this week we actually noticed it. And of course, we enjoyed doing some more strolling along Kauman's inimitably pretty lanes.
Even the cats in Kauman are even more effortlessly picturesque than elsewhere, and that's really saying something...
Postscript:
There's a really embarrassing addendum to this one. I emailed a photo of us all to my colleague's friend, adding in Indonesian a little note to say how pleased I was to have met the granddaughter of Ahmad Dahlan. Except I mixed up "cucu" (grandchild) and "cuci" (wash). So what I actually wrote approximated to being pleased to have met Ahmad Dahlan's washing... Great...
So -- still new then, right?
Anyway, the route took us down yet more of Yogya's infinite store of quiet, pretty back-roads, past trilling songbirds, venerable wooden buildings, and frangipani-shaded cemeteries.
Breakfast was Java coffee and banana pancake at Gading, back in Jl Prawirotaman.
At the Langgar, it turned out one of the ladies present knows a colleague of mine, and has written a monograph on Ahmad Dahlan. So we were lucky enough to be shown upstairs (where etched on the floor is the corrected direction of the qiblat that Ahmad Dahlan struggled to establish), and then into the little exhibition room where some of the history of the building is charted. And we met a granddaughter of Ahmad Dahlan... She is 75 years old, but has the bearing and manner of one much younger.
Last week we probably walked past the memorial to those citizens of Kauman who were killed in the independence struggle, but this week we actually noticed it. And of course, we enjoyed doing some more strolling along Kauman's inimitably pretty lanes.
Even the cats in Kauman are even more effortlessly picturesque than elsewhere, and that's really saying something...
Postscript:
There's a really embarrassing addendum to this one. I emailed a photo of us all to my colleague's friend, adding in Indonesian a little note to say how pleased I was to have met the granddaughter of Ahmad Dahlan. Except I mixed up "cucu" (grandchild) and "cuci" (wash). So what I actually wrote approximated to being pleased to have met Ahmad Dahlan's washing... Great...