Looking at the map, the area around the railroad station in Cirebon was not the center of the city. So I decided to walk to the center. I started to walk south along the main street called Jalan Siliwangi.
I didn't know if it was because it was a weekday afternoon, or if it was just a regular thing, but there were hardly any people walking along the street. Cars and Becak (bicycle cabs) rode past me, but I rarely passed a pedestrian. I went on my way in silence.
As was the case in Jakarta, the Becak drivers here in Cirebon did not try to make a sales call to me. Even when I walked around with my camera slung over my shoulder, looking like a tourist, no one talked to me, "Where are you going?", "I will show you the entire city." I wonder if they think it's too much trouble to give a ride to a foreigner who doesn't understand their language.
Even when I passed by a Becak parked on the side of the road waiting for customers, the driver did not call out to me. However, when I pointed my camera at him, he gave me a firm thumbs up. It was the same as in Jakarta, where the driver was not interested in letting me ride as a guest but was cheerful when I pointed my camera at him.
December 30, 2020
SONY ALPHA 7R II
ZEISS BATIS 2/40 CF