Feb. 24. What a day. It began normally enough. I got up at 6, skyped with my friend Marilyn at 7, then my colleague, Ambar, came at 8:30 to collect me for our visit to a radio talk show. She wanted to see our apartment so she came up and met Tom, who was working from home for the day.
The talk show was about the American Education system and was partly in English and partly in Indonesian.
Tom and I had been anticipating a special French themed evening at the Sheraton. About two in the afternoon at our apartment complex we began to hear very loud music. We looked down from our balcony and saw the staff setting up for an event around the pool. We figured the band was just testing the equipment. But, no, the loud music continued unabated, even though there were no guests. We were quite annoyed and remarked that we were glad that we were going to be out that evening. We are on the 20th floor and the two buildings (with the pool area in between) are arranged such that they funnel the music up between the buildings like a megaphone.
[Due to technical difficulties, I have to continue this in a different posting. Read on.]
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