This is my kos again. Lisa's room is right behind where the people are sitting. That sitting area is the only place male visitors are allowed to go (i.e. the Indo girls boyfriends). And needless to say, it the main social area- where most of my vocab development will take place! Click the photo stream link for more pics of everything!
Saturday, February 04, 2006
My Kos at Dusk
This is the part of the property where most of the Indo girls live. I am going in to the end room in 2 days time until my other room is ready.
Tidak Ada Peraturan Jalan (Therearenoroadrules)
So, with a little bit of time on my hands I have decided to fill you in on some of my incisive (or not so) cultural observations.
Firstly, SMS slang.Oh dear - right now it is the bane of my existence. I don't know why all my Indo friends think that if I can't undertand Indoesian generally, I will be more likely to undertand it condensed and minus most vowels! For example - the following was received2 days ago - "hey adelle. kmlagi mknmlm dngn claire y? kmmau keeurocafegak,kalau mau nanti brngkt bareng." for a start,in proper form that sentence would be double the length. secondly,they use words we don't know. so we just write back in english.its a vicious circle. ;-)
Secondly, motorbikes and the general lack of order on the roads. I think it really must be witnessed to be believed. People cut corners, run red lights,drive full speed in the opposite direction to traffic flow, fit entire families on motorbikes (the most i have seen is 5)and I am yet to see an accident. It is psychopathic to say nothing else. What's more, the way to cross the road is to walk out into the traffic with your arm out (this signal means slow down) and just trundle across without running, cos that puts them off. BTW mum- I have been on a bike twice, and while having a bike or vespa would be mighty convenient, don't worry I am not yet brave enough to contemplate buying one. He he he.
Toilets, well- the sewerage system here is what you would expect in a developing country. Pretty av. Generally you have to sluice (or as I say "sluiceroo") the dunny, unless you are somewhere with decent water pressure. Also the bak mandi phenomenon is something most foreigners freak out about and end up liking. In place of a shower, you have a bricked in tub of water in your bathroom with a bucket (see pics), and you just throw the water over yourself to wash. Lisa and I are still not able to overcome the first 2 buckets without squealing.I am sure the girls in the kos think we are mental. Anyway, bak mandi is great. Its a good thing to cool down at night with.
Another thing that for some idiotic reason I hadn't anticipated was the "muazzin" - the Muslim call to prayer- ringing out several tims a day. There is a mosque two lanes away from my kos, where the Bapak Kos and the 2 penjaga (male servants) go to pray. About 3 times a day (maybe more) a male voice rings out in Arabic across Yogya- saying something along the lines of "come on people, its time to pray. come hang at the mosque". That's a loose translation. My arabic is not very good. He he.
Anyway,when it is muazzin time, Bapak Kos and the Jaga's chuck the traditional prayer clothes on over their Adidas shorts and "I've been to Bali" t-shirts and go and berdoa "pray" for 15 minutes or something. Then they come back ad resume cleaning the fish tank or whatever they were doing before they left. Religion just seems to form an unremarkable part of their daily routines. Its pretty cool.
And food- Keith- since u were so keen to know is stupidly cheap and really good.A lot of Indo's just go out to a warung on the side of the road for dinner. Along the sides of Jalan Kaliurang ("Jakal") near where I live, every day at about 5pm loads of temporary warungs are set up cooking everything from baked catfish to fried chicken, bakso(meatball soup) and sate. You can either sit at a bench, or eat lesahan (sit on the gound). Usually, eating with your right hand is de rigeuer, but they keep spoons for scared bule.(Not me) I had fried tofu, tempeh, vegetable and rice last night for 3500 rupiah- 50 cents. I have not had any squidgebelly yet.My philospohy has been so far to test my limits by eating at warungs but eating veggo. Some of the guys ate what they dubbed "salmonella" on the first night, had the trots for 3 days and now claim to have toughened up enough to eat anything. I don't believe them....
If you don't want to eat at a warung there are plenty of rumah makan (restarants) that are a bit more mahal/expensive. Lisa and I ate masakan padang the other night, which is a style of food from Padang in Sumatra (i think)- the way they do it is you sit down, then a waiter brings about 20 bowls to your table- you eat what looks good and they take the rest back at the end. At the one we went to, we paid 49000 rupiah between us, walked out going, gee that was expensive, then did the sums and realised it was about $4. We are becoming Indo faster than we realise!!!
Speaking of becoming Indonesian - today some girls in my kos asked why I was eating rice for breakfast cos usually bule don't like it, and I just explained that I got used to rice in Japan and love the way it is cooked in Asia. And also, last night I was wearing a long sleeved jumper when it was about 26 degrees. Cipi- the other Aussie at my kos was like "why are u wearing that" and I realised it was because I was a little cold. Weird huh! The temp today feels about 25 (it has rained heaps today) and walking down here to the warnet in a skirt and t-shirt I actually shivered. I think u just get used to a constant temp of 30 degrees. Oh, and on the back of a motorbike, especially at night, it is cold!
Anyhoo, believe it or not, Earth Wind and Fire are playing in Yogya tonightand I am going. The tix are about $13 bucks. Hilarious! My Indo friend was saying it was a jazz band, but when i realised I was like 'no, no, no-its disko!" So should be good.
Have to try upload some pics now.
Firstly, SMS slang.Oh dear - right now it is the bane of my existence. I don't know why all my Indo friends think that if I can't undertand Indoesian generally, I will be more likely to undertand it condensed and minus most vowels! For example - the following was received2 days ago - "hey adelle. kmlagi mknmlm dngn claire y? kmmau keeurocafegak,kalau mau nanti brngkt bareng." for a start,in proper form that sentence would be double the length. secondly,they use words we don't know. so we just write back in english.its a vicious circle. ;-)
Secondly, motorbikes and the general lack of order on the roads. I think it really must be witnessed to be believed. People cut corners, run red lights,drive full speed in the opposite direction to traffic flow, fit entire families on motorbikes (the most i have seen is 5)and I am yet to see an accident. It is psychopathic to say nothing else. What's more, the way to cross the road is to walk out into the traffic with your arm out (this signal means slow down) and just trundle across without running, cos that puts them off. BTW mum- I have been on a bike twice, and while having a bike or vespa would be mighty convenient, don't worry I am not yet brave enough to contemplate buying one. He he he.
Toilets, well- the sewerage system here is what you would expect in a developing country. Pretty av. Generally you have to sluice (or as I say "sluiceroo") the dunny, unless you are somewhere with decent water pressure. Also the bak mandi phenomenon is something most foreigners freak out about and end up liking. In place of a shower, you have a bricked in tub of water in your bathroom with a bucket (see pics), and you just throw the water over yourself to wash. Lisa and I are still not able to overcome the first 2 buckets without squealing.I am sure the girls in the kos think we are mental. Anyway, bak mandi is great. Its a good thing to cool down at night with.
Another thing that for some idiotic reason I hadn't anticipated was the "muazzin" - the Muslim call to prayer- ringing out several tims a day. There is a mosque two lanes away from my kos, where the Bapak Kos and the 2 penjaga (male servants) go to pray. About 3 times a day (maybe more) a male voice rings out in Arabic across Yogya- saying something along the lines of "come on people, its time to pray. come hang at the mosque". That's a loose translation. My arabic is not very good. He he.
Anyway,when it is muazzin time, Bapak Kos and the Jaga's chuck the traditional prayer clothes on over their Adidas shorts and "I've been to Bali" t-shirts and go and berdoa "pray" for 15 minutes or something. Then they come back ad resume cleaning the fish tank or whatever they were doing before they left. Religion just seems to form an unremarkable part of their daily routines. Its pretty cool.
And food- Keith- since u were so keen to know is stupidly cheap and really good.A lot of Indo's just go out to a warung on the side of the road for dinner. Along the sides of Jalan Kaliurang ("Jakal") near where I live, every day at about 5pm loads of temporary warungs are set up cooking everything from baked catfish to fried chicken, bakso(meatball soup) and sate. You can either sit at a bench, or eat lesahan (sit on the gound). Usually, eating with your right hand is de rigeuer, but they keep spoons for scared bule.(Not me) I had fried tofu, tempeh, vegetable and rice last night for 3500 rupiah- 50 cents. I have not had any squidgebelly yet.My philospohy has been so far to test my limits by eating at warungs but eating veggo. Some of the guys ate what they dubbed "salmonella" on the first night, had the trots for 3 days and now claim to have toughened up enough to eat anything. I don't believe them....
If you don't want to eat at a warung there are plenty of rumah makan (restarants) that are a bit more mahal/expensive. Lisa and I ate masakan padang the other night, which is a style of food from Padang in Sumatra (i think)- the way they do it is you sit down, then a waiter brings about 20 bowls to your table- you eat what looks good and they take the rest back at the end. At the one we went to, we paid 49000 rupiah between us, walked out going, gee that was expensive, then did the sums and realised it was about $4. We are becoming Indo faster than we realise!!!
Speaking of becoming Indonesian - today some girls in my kos asked why I was eating rice for breakfast cos usually bule don't like it, and I just explained that I got used to rice in Japan and love the way it is cooked in Asia. And also, last night I was wearing a long sleeved jumper when it was about 26 degrees. Cipi- the other Aussie at my kos was like "why are u wearing that" and I realised it was because I was a little cold. Weird huh! The temp today feels about 25 (it has rained heaps today) and walking down here to the warnet in a skirt and t-shirt I actually shivered. I think u just get used to a constant temp of 30 degrees. Oh, and on the back of a motorbike, especially at night, it is cold!
Anyhoo, believe it or not, Earth Wind and Fire are playing in Yogya tonightand I am going. The tix are about $13 bucks. Hilarious! My Indo friend was saying it was a jazz band, but when i realised I was like 'no, no, no-its disko!" So should be good.
Have to try upload some pics now.
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