Time with the Sundas

It's my mother's birthday today. There will be many of these, "not there" moments. Happy Birthday Mom.
Doug and Vivian were to spend several days in Jakarta. That did not happen due to the flooding of the city and airport. Instead, they picked me up and we went to the golf course and slapped at 5 buckets of balls. Rather, I slapped, they hit. The driving range has ponds on the left, bamboo stalks lining the right side and a bunching of banana trees at about the 250 m mark. Agus, our driver, slept in the car. With that out of the way, we headed for a Costco type store to look for a shoping bag-come back next week. Next stop was the grocery for food products. I did see some apples from the US but mainly they appear to be from China. The fishing countries like Japan and China are not allowed within the 12 mi. limit of Indonesia so they hire locals to fish for them and bring the catches to their vessels outside the limit. Quickly, these waters are being overfished. Then, to the Sunda house for talk, food, playing with a small helicopter I brought for us to crash. The Sunda residence is a three bedroom house secured by high walls on three sides and a shorter fence along the front. A large steel gate, with padlock, secures the outer gate. The house is the usual tropical look of high ceilings. Dinner is simple and flavorful-Vivian learned to cook from her grandmother in China. Beers wash down the meal, with a shot of scotch to finish the evening. Good folk! 9:00-Agus takes me home. I sleep all night. The second such night. My body has arrived!