I've just come in from my terrace because the recordings being played from the umpteen masjids (big mosques) and mushollas (small neighbourhood street corner mosques) are much louder than usual.
The evening ambient music wafting across the nearby River Ciliwung has reached an unprecedented crescendo. This could be because of an increase in the places of worship or heavier duty amplification.
Added to this are the Hell's Cherubs roaring by on their souped up unbaffled Chinese 80cc velocipedes which set off car alarms in the neighbourhood. And continuing sporadically are the fireworks. Officially illegal, on this particular evening one has to turn a blind eye. Of course, as most were set off before the breaking of the final fast of this Ramadhan, you could only hear rather than see them.
In the back of the house, there is all kind of food sizzling away because that's what 'Er Indoors does on this day. Visitors over the next two days can expect to stuff themselves stupid on the famed Jakartass Towers rendang.
Which I suppose is a good way to express the following:
