Thursday, May 17, 2007

Pekalongan Indonesia




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I have never been there.
But my late grandparents on both sides were from Pekalongan, well my grandmothers were from there, that is certain, but I am not so certain about my late grandfathers.

That woman wearing batik skirt, kebaya and carrying baby in a sling made of batik sarong, does remind me of my village.

My village in Tanjong Karang is not much different than this...coconut palm plantations and rice fields.

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