Gambir Station, Like July, Fading Away…
When I arrived in Jakarta, not quite a quarter century ago, I’d done my swotting with a ‘Rough Guide to Indonesia,’ so I knew there were buses from Soekarno Hatta Airport….
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The big statue at the airport
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…into the heart of the capital.
My research also told me that Gambir Station was their destination.
It was very late that January night, but, having a fine familiarity with UK railways, I was confident that, as with every major British city station, there’d be an hotel built in, or on, thereto.
Not at Gambir.
So it’s fair to say that the first emotion Gambir caused me to experience was disappointment.
Yet even that first night, the view of Monas was more than impressive.
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Monas after dark
…though I knew almost nothing of its history.
After almost 24 hours OTW ( a long delay at Brunei) I was exhausted but sharp enough to use my book again, the ‘cheap hotels’ part of which suggested a street named Jalan Jaksa…
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….and the map to help me get there.
Boldly ( foolishly, some might say!) I set out to walk there, using the map location of Monas and Gambir to guide me vaguely southwards.
A long and weird night ensued, but I woke up the next day seriously contemplating an immediate return to the airport!
But I didn’t, and by my second night in Indonesia, was lodged in the Hotel Tator…
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…which had no TV, nor AC, but did have a bed, and a shower, two vast improvements on the previous night’s abode.
The Tator was okay!
And it’s still there.
And I’m still here in Indonesia.
I have often been back to Gambir, at times on my own, at other times with pleasant company, catching trains to Bandung, Semarang and Jogja…
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….but probably not again, if it’s now only serving local trains.
Yet thanks to that first night, I’ll not forget it.
I was moved to write the above after reading this little memoir.
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