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The Jakarta Post , Jakarta | Thu, 05/22/2008 4:33 PM | Dalton Tanonaka

My very first visit to
I remember
my newsroom travel colleagues, most of whom were native Japanese, saying we
should try “exotic
“Let’s do
it,” I said. “And since we have to transit in
Following that fun and memorable
holiday, I wrote my impressions in a newspaper column that is an interesting
snapshot of the times then. And how things didn’t quite turn out as many
expected 15 years later.
The most
glaring paragraph matter-of-factly states “… the World Bank projects
Huh?
“If you
look at it, there was a lot of self-interest, meaning leaders were more
interested in personal gain,” says Ron Mullers, the Sumatra-born entrepreneur
who founded the Papa Ron’s Pizza and Amigos restaurant chains. We were high school classmates in the
“A lot of bad decisions were made after that, and that meant
projects were delayed or went to the wrong people,” says Ron, a tireless
promoter of the country who would make a perfect tourism minister in anyone’s
administration. “Because of that,
“And, of course, there was the Asian financial crisis in ’97
and the fall of Soeharto a year later,” he says.
I wrote
about the endless number of construction projects I noticed underway, from
“high-rise hotels … terraced office complexes … and heavy-density shopping
plazas.”
Today, the
boom appears to be restarting, but no one’s predicting “developed nation”
status anytime soon.
“You can still feel the effects. It’s difficult to do
business here, but
Besides the
business commentary, I wrote about the social aspects of the city that started
at Ron’s flagship restaurant at the time. His Green Pub was a hugely popular
hangout for fun-loving locals and homesick expatriates, situated in the Sarinah
retail development.
Fifteen
years later, a coffee shop occupies Green Pub’s space, with the trend-setting
nightspot having relocated and transformed into the Amigos brand that’s soon to
open its first outlet in
“I’ve
always felt blessed,” says Ron.
After
listening to Andre, the “pony-tailed leader of the Alamo Riders”, sing Kenny
Rogers at the Green Pub, I then wrote that we wanted to get musical ourselves.
Ron suggested
we go “Downtown,” a karaoke establishment in the heart of
I wrote
that we were definitely pleased by one of
“I glided
my way to the disco (side) while the boys absorbed more native (karaoke)
culture,” I wrote. “The evening ended much too soon. And it cost 10 times less than a comparable
evening in
“That was
great,” sighed (colleague) Toshi.
“Enjoyable to sit with beautiful women, plus karaoke and too much beer.”
Some
things, thankfully, don’t change.
My column
back then had begun with a long-distance warning from my mother, whom I noted
probably wasn’t sure what she meant.
“Watch out
for Bali-Bali girls,” said Elsie.
I kept that
in mind as my travel gang descended upon the resort island that soon would be
winning every resort destination award in sight.
“We
scorched the upper layers of our epidermis in the super boogie-boarding waves
at
“And the
vacation was capped by an unbelievable 17-course feast served by a human buffet
line,” which referred to the formal Balinese tradition of an army of food
servers.
I find that
Bali 2008 remains more true to itself and destiny than
But unlike
then, when my “worry-wart” mother raised the red flag over “Bali-Bali girls,”
I’m looking to meet one soon. She’d be
close to a tropical island product that would suit my Hawaiian roots and taste.
And I’ve come to truly appreciate the inherent sweetness of most Indonesian
women.
And I’d
settle for a two-course meal.