I am a lucky girl. But ssshhh don’t tell anyone I admitted it.
You see, when we were in Malang, Indonesia we
stayed in this beautiful hotel, the Tugu Malang Hotel. It was part museum, part resort. In the Lonely Planet guide for Indonesia it
is actually listed as one of the sights in Malang. A truly beautiful hotel, each
of the rooms is decked out in antiques that are from the owner’s
collection. It’s rich, elegant and decadent. Opulent is a fitting adjective in this
instance. It groans beneath the weight
of its treasures, about to burst at the seams.
At the main road entrance to
the restaurant is a lovely little store.
Glass cabinets flank an antique cash register; little gems of prettiness
nestle on red velvet, twinkling invitingly at you. And then, as I ran my finger over the keys of
the cash register, they caught my eye.
Jet black, bold, symmetrical, unique.
I longed for them. But we were on
holidays, surviving on a budget and I realised – sometimes you don’t get what
you want.
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| The antique cash register |






