Dua Misteri Jakarta – FoodMarket Semanggi, Jembatan Polda…


I had to meet up with various people in two different, but not distant, locations yesterday.

First stop, Plaza Semanggi.

After a chat and a coffee in JCO, we went our separate ways, but before leaving that mall, I wanted to see if the new supermarket, advertised as being open ‘soon’ when Giant closed…

Misteri Gunung Semanggi – Kemana Raksasanya? A Giant Vanishes! 

plaza_semanggi

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…had indeed opened, because that sign was erected last September, and ‘soon,’ to me, and to most people, surely, means a matter of weeks or maybe a month or so. 

But not in PS, as I learned back in January, for, after almost five months, back I went, and lo… 

Plaza Semanggi Gives New Meaning to The Word ‘Soon!’ 

…no sign of any new place to shop for discounts! So I haven’t hung out much at Semanggi since then.

It’s now almost the end of April, so THIS TIME I fully expected to find brisk business being done.

Ha!

STILL no store. But another sign was up…it would be open in APRIL, which, if I’m not wrong  (“thirty days hath September, April, June…etc.”)> ends tomorrow!

Will they get the shelves up and stocked and lots of cute cashiers ready to take my shopping money within the next 24 hours?


I’m thinking of submitting this to the new store’s management as an ideal uniform for their front-line staff

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Who knows?

But my disappointments were not over.

I next had to get to the Hotel Sultan, which is also at Semanggi, but diagonally opposite PS, which, if you don’t dwell in our fair city, you might think makes it easy to get from one to the other….

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Hotel Sultan                                                                                                                     Plaza Semanggi

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…yeah, right!

So I figured the best way was to get on the Busway and go down one stop, to Polda, where I could easily alight and use the Busway bridge to reach the far side of Sudirman,  where the hotel is located.

Yeah, right!

I duly alighted, exited the Halte Busway and reached the bridge.


Polda Busway Bridge in happier (pre-amputation) days.

Half of which was missing. Yes, the wrong half.

I stood there, peering southwards to see if there was another one any nearer than the NEXT bus-stop.

There isn’t.

So down to the pavement, where I hovered till a bold band of locals assembled in sufficient numbers to challenge the menacing traffic flowing in both directions.

ZOOM!

Much waving of ‘the magic hand’ – that custom among Jakartans by which they wave gently, palm downwards ( I am told they don’t hold their hands palm outward as that would be deemed ‘impolite!’) to indicate to motorists that they are determined to get across a busy street.

It works!

But I hope the authorities will soon return the missing half of that bridge.