Pepaya Kalimantan

I'm sorry, it was gone before I knew it. Couldn't help myself.

In Balikpapan, East Kalimantan, I came across this pepaya, or papaya as you may know, brought by my dear friend Rina Ahdalina. They call it Pepaya Hawaii. But I don't think it was the same as Pepaya Hawaii I once found being sold at Total Buah. This pepaya was smaller, way smaller, and way sweeter.

In between baking cookies for the next day seminar, we enjoyed spooning these babies and gulping its succulent burning orange meat like monkeys :D

I brought back some of them --so did Nadrah --, and yeah, you can see they're gone very fast.

Indonesian fruits are amazing. I always prefer our local grown fruits from the fake-fresh imported ones. Unfortunately not many of them make it to Jakarta. In many cases they are directly sent overseas to importer countries, usually the best variants in the bunch. And the locals were left with limited stock, only enough for them to eat, not enough crops to be sold to other parts of Indonesia --and Indonesia is indeed a big country.

The Pride of Dieng

Aha.

I know it doesn't feel brand new here with me retaining the old design. What can I say, I'm either an old fashioned blogger or just too lazy to whip up a new design. In which the latter seems to be more likely. Nevertheless, it feels home, doesn't it? Although I'm not quite sure if I'm still into blogging. Despite the time constraint, if I'm still into this, I should've always been able to find time to blog, shouldn't I? To take pictures and write. When I keep coming up with the same old reason not to blog, doesn't it say something? So why bother then?

Gee, you know what? I don't know. Maybe I just miss it. Or being too nostalgic. Maybe I just don't wanna let go yet. Or maybe, by keeping up blogging I'm hoping to be able to go back to those good old times. When everything seemed to be simpler and time was abundant.

Oh, screw.

I wanna tell you a story about the pride of Dieng Plateau. Carica and Dieng potatoes.