At the weekend I attended a celebration of Indonesia, with music, food, dancing and a quiz. It was intended to improve relations between India and Indonesia, encourage tourism and to showcase Indonesian culture. I wandered through Nehru Gardens looking for the event, but couldn’t find it. I had just about given up and was on my way home when I heard tinkling pop music from a corner of the park, behind a high fence.
I was glad that I had stumbled across the event because I was very thirsty. Indonesia is famous for coffee, especially for beans which have passed through the intestines of a civet before being roasted. Instead, I just had a damn fine cup of coffee.
There was a good selection of Indonesian dishes to choose from. Nasi goreng with a fried egg on top seemed to be the most popular although it was way past breakfast time. There were cakes and sweets on offer, too.
A large band of performers started up on stage and people got up to do an Indonesian version of the macarena. I have no co-ordination for this kind of dance, so I avoided embarrassment by not joining in. The next act was a fan dance, which didn’t inspire the audience, who drifted back to their seats in the shade.
I was able to get a great view of the next show. Two beautiful ladies in traditional dress wearing golden crowns , doing synchronised dancing. The hand movements were Ehlers- Danlosian in their flexibility, but I was more impressed with their eye movements.
Next up resembled synchronised swimming in a seated position. For someone with a noticeable lack of co-ordination skills, this was beguiling.
When the concert was over, I wandered through the flower gardens on my way back to the Metro and took these photographs.