Jakarta is a pretty confusing city. All our research (ahem, the 5 minutes we spent on the LP forums) points out that Jakarta has no city center, that it’s horribly dirty and to get out immediately. Â One person even advised tourists to stay inside and escape the heat in the extensive malls. Â It appears that all asians love their malls.
While we didn’t find Jakarta to be that awful, it wasn’t very clear what we should check out. Â And it was HOT. So we followed the random internet dude’s advice and after wandering around the humid, rainy city jungle for a few hours, we hit up the mall.
I shouldn’t say mall, the vegas-stlye shopping mecca didn’t resemble any mall that I have ever seen. It stretched miles in each direction: floor upon floor, block after block, acre after acre ofÂ theaters, food courts, upscale clothing boutiques and kids mini golf amusement parks. Â It put our vaunted Mall of America to shame.
We even found a fish pedicure salon. Ever since reading about this ‘beauty treatment’ in some travel magazine, I have been searching for these famous foot eating fish. In my quest for a pedicure-by-poission I forgot that I freaking HATE fish. They have no legs. They don’t blink. I hate their creepy metallic scales, their bulgy dead-looking eye balls, and I really hate their gaping mouths. Â Why would I ever want them to eat my feet?
I convinced Vinnie to endure the pedicure with me, and this is what it looked like:
After seeing all of those fish, I just couldn’t manage to put my foot in the water:
It turns out that I don’t just hate fish, I am also scared of them. It’s good to know these things about yourself.