Saturday night in Yogyakarta for xx times–I barely remember exactly how many times I’ve spent my Saturday night in Yogya, but I guess it’s 3-4 times.
As I’ve been written on my previous post slightly about Yogyakarta–or you can simply click this link, I met a friend. Meike, that’s the way she used to be called. I have no idea, but, I’d like to have a long conversation with this girl all night long. I’ve learned many things from her point of view. She knows things comprehensively. She such a smart girl.
First meeting point was in Benteng Vredeburg which located next to Malioboro street. My brother took me to the place by motorcycle. The sun was shinning very bright that day, or it’s just typical Yogya’s weather, I’m not sure. We arrived around 1 PM. While waiting for Meike, we took some pictures of ourselves–oh I miss to spend my time with this no-longer little dude, like so much. Apparently there is a vintage cafe inside the museum. The cafe itself names Indishe Cafe. I have always excited when it comes to vintage because it’s authentic, artistic and classy. Let me show you a few snapshot I’ve taken by phone.
By the time I entered the cafe, I fall in love with the ambience whose the owner has created, the vintage furnitures that the owner put on the right place make every corner look completely like the time before the independence day, I guess. I chose the table next to a big window, near to some frames with old pictures stick to the wall.
I’ve ordered Java fried rice and lemon tea and Meike has ordered the same thing. Meike and I started exploring the cafe while for the menus and go back to our table when the food is served. We talk about when she was in Berlin. I was excited to hear about her story. She went to Berlin for academic stuff. She managed to meet a lot of people and experienced a few things. Honestly, I envy her. She met some random p*nk dudes when she waiting for the train with her friend, she said they were shouting at them out loud but they didn’t understand what they have shouted about. They were frightened. However she is lucky. I mean, she went to Germany, a country that I’ve always dreamt of and all I hope is her dreams will be come true.
Actually, we didn’t have any plans where we will be headed after we finished our meals. Meike suggested to go to a famous knitted bag shop names Dowa which located near to the famous Tugu. But before that, we stop by to the famous shopping centre names Mirota Batik.
Mirota Batik has become the most visited place by tourists either domestic visitors or even locals to find Javanese typical souvenirs for our loved ones. The shopping centre sells many things with affordable price e.g. clothes–from casual to formal, accessories (unisex), statues, traditional games, bags with various material, footwears, aroma therapies, paintings, cutleries, stationaries, and so on. I have found some postcards for myself as usual, but unfortunately I’m not going to send any of these to whom who ask for it because these ones are hard to find–photos to be continued.
After Mirota Batik, we headed to Honje restaurant which have the same location with Dowa shopping bag. Meike offers me two options to reach the place, by walking through the street or using local transportation e.g. Becak or Delman. But I’d like walking because I wanted to enjoy the atmosphere along Malioboro street while having some chit-chat.
We finally managed to reach at Dowa safe and sound by walking approximately for 45 minutes. We were just checking the stuff around and buy nothing. Then we continued to go upstairs which Honje restaurant is located. This cafe has modern style, not so many furniture but the colorful tiles have completely attract me. We have chosen the table next to a big window, so the wind blow up inside through it. There were few things happened at the moment; I saw a group of girls were taking pictures with some different angles, a couple took some we-selfies, then about a few minutes later there were a few old whites came and sat on the reserved table–I guess it was semi-formal occasion, and I saw two locals following them.
A few minutes before raindrops, a familiar famous female blogger came with her colleagues, I guess, and they sat right next to us. I whispered to Meike that the familiar lady is Trinity. She’s the author of “The Naked Traveler” novel. Meike barely recognized her and apparently she was a slightly surprised when she saw Trinity with her new-modern-like most of Jakartans female style. Indeed, she looks different, more stylish than before when I met her back in 2010, but we didn’t take picture with her because I already had one.
After the rain stop, we continued our cafe-tour at Prawirotaman street. We reached the place by using a non-fare cab and took around 15 minutes. Meike considers that this place is similar to Legian street in Bali because there are some stores and homestays spread in two sides of the road. Unfortunately, I didn’t take pictures while we were there, but I will put some photos I’ve gotten from the internet.
We were walking along the road, stopping by from a store to another, but we found nothing, hehehe–typicall girls who get satisfied only by window shopping. I’ve found some stores that sell things with affordable price than stores in Bali. The next stop is a western cafe names Aglioo. The cafe using dim lights, so it was impossible to take some snapshots of the place.
This is how Aglioo cafe looks like.
Meike wants to show me some famous places which were filmed by AADC2 the movie crews–I haven’t watched it anyway, but it was impossible due to the number of people visiting that cafe, so we passed it and continued to Greenhost. Greenhost is a hotel which its hall were managed by AADC2 the movie crews as a painting exhibition hall where Rangga and Cinta meet again for the first time after ten years. So, Meike and I only took some wefie as the farewell while I was waiting for my brother to pick me up and go back to the lodging.
That was my Saturday night story when I was in Yogyakarta. It was endearly fun. I hope someday, I will coming back to this memorable city again and bring different memories with different person.