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I woke up to the sound of drums, loudspeaker announcements and music. It faded and then came back. After gathering my strength with a healthy breakfast of pancakes and coffee in bed, I decided to venture out.
It turned out there was a fair going on in the little park on our street, with various stands and a stage where there was some pretty awful singing going on. The rest of the city turned out to be pretty much as on any other holiday except for the huge numbers of Red/White flags and colours everywhere - being the colours of the Indonesian Republic. The history to it is that the Dutch rules for several hundred years and basically exploited and brutally controlled the locals to make a buck out of the spice trade. Spices used to be more expensive than gold, so growing them here and shipping them was a clever move. When the Japanese invaded in the second world war, they allowed Indonesia more self-determination, and when they were beaten and retreated, Indonesia decleared itself an Independent Republic.
Anyway, at the fair I wandered around a little, took some photos (attached to this entry) and bought:
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