{"id":214,"date":"2007-11-26T19:02:47","date_gmt":"2007-11-26T11:02:47","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/?p=214"},"modified":"2007-11-27T00:04:24","modified_gmt":"2007-11-26T16:04:24","slug":"fortress","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/fortress\/","title":{"rendered":"fortress."},"content":{"rendered":"<table>\n<tr>\n<td>There is a certain wave in Jogja that tells motorbike riders when a traffic light is about to turn green. This wave is very practical when it&#8217;s sunny and very hot, especially around the gates of the old walls surrounding the palace area. <\/p>\n<p>It is a unique experience of sound (and obviously sight) to pass through these gates. When you close your eyes while passing through <i>Plengkung Gading<\/i> (a.k.a. <i>Plengkung Nirbaya<\/i> &#8211; the closest gate to this studio), for example, it would sound a little bit like this:<\/p>\n<p><i>&#8230; ee &#8211; oo &#8211; ee &#8230;<\/i><\/p>\n<p>And when the traffic light turns red, the whole experience of passing through the gate would sound somewhat like this:<\/p>\n<p><i>&#8230; ee, k, oo &#8211; oo &#8211; oo &#8211; oo &#8211; oo &#8211; oo. oooo, wheeeeee &#8230;<\/i><\/p>\n<p>This is as close as possible to what I think it sounds like. But written language is limited. Pictures speak more:<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><img src='http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/plengkunggading4.jpg' alt='plengkunggading4.jpg' \/>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><img src='http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/plengkunggading1.jpg' alt='plengkunggading1.jpg' \/>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><img src='http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/plengkunggading5.jpg' alt='plengkunggading5.jpg' \/>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><img src='http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/plengkunggading6.jpg' alt='plengkunggading6.jpg' \/>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>I wonder how the <i>Bajaj<\/i>, Jakarta&#8217;s most noisy vehicle, would sound when passing through these gates. Perhaps we would hear a lot of swearing, or perhaps no one would even want to be around. A standard <i>Bajaj<\/i> heard from the inside would really hurt your eardrums. A standard <i>Bajaj<\/i> going through a standard gate, that might help you reach deafness faster.\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><img src='http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/plengkunggading3.jpg' alt='plengkunggading3.jpg' \/>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>\n<p>No, this is not the noisiest view. I went up to the roof of <i>Plengkung Gading<\/i>, and found that the ditch between the wall and the outer buildings were all covered with concrete already. <\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><img src='http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/plengkunggading2.jpg' alt='plengkunggading2.jpg' \/>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><img src='http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/plengkunggading8.jpg' alt='plengkunggading8.jpg' \/>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>\n<p>What I found there was quite a long and hot pathway (especially at high noon) with quite interesting views. Mostly of garbage. <\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><img src='http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/plengkunggading11.jpg' alt='plengkunggading11.jpg' \/>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>\n<p>Forever uncollected, uncollectable garbage. <\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><img src='http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/plengkunggading9.jpg' alt='plengkunggading9.jpg' \/>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>\n<p>And others.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><img src='http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/plengkunggading10.jpg' alt='plengkunggading10.jpg' \/>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>\n<p>Last night, when I biked back to the studio after Mas Landung&#8217;s birthday dinner, I passed by this famous <i>Plengkung Gading<\/i> again. I was very tempted to go up and see whether youthful couples would have ritually converted the space into something more suitable for nomadic romance.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td><img src='http:\/\/tintinwulia.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2007\/11\/plengkunggading7.jpg' alt='plengkunggading7.jpg' \/>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<tr>\n<td>\n<p>But well, it was too dark, I was too coward, the wind was too cold, the bike too expensive, and the bed too comfortable.<\/p>\n<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/table>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There is a certain wave in Jogja that tells motorbike riders when a traffic light is about to turn green. 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