It seem to me that no matter where in the world we find ourselves, it is human instinct to start carving out a little niche, a little routine, and a little zone of predictability. After just over a week here my little niche is well and truly carved, and the pace at which it has happened has given me an insight into what my life here would be like, if for arguments sake, this internship became a job.
I was pretty stressed and anxious before moving up to Jakarta, just because it was a big change from the happy little life I was living in Yogya. However, the instant I moved into my kos, the anxiety dissolved and I realized that I had been worrying subconciously about the fact I had nowhere to live. As such, surprisingly, I was not that nervous on my first day when I took the lift up to the 21st floor to start work.
The office is I imagine, fairly typical of top-tier legal offices the world over. Because the Indonesian firm I am with is linked with the international firm who authorized my placement in the first place, they are forced to work to international time keeping standards and meet monthly billable hour targets set in the States, but as consolation they receive their wages in $US. I have absolutely no doubt that they are working far harder than lawyers in the vast majority of other law firms in this country.
I have been assigned to a Partner who is American but has lived in Indonesia for over 20 years. He is a nice guy, even if he has loaded me up heavily with work, but has given me quite a bit of responsibility for a memo that that has been a long time in the making. My task has been to plough through an enormous folder of law (about 30% not yet translated into English i.e. in Indonesian) and check that it reconciles with what has been written in the memo and then make sure that all the various parts of the big fat thing don’t conflict. That was a nice baptism of fire for me.
The cool thing is that I am actually lumped in with the Indonesian interns who have all recently started in the firm (however their terms are for 3 months plus) and so I kind of had an instant support network of fellow travelers in the office. It has been very interesting to get to know some of them over the past week (and last night), and has reaffirmed my suspicion about this country about the way money flows to money. All the interns are from very wealthy families have grown up in the best districts of Jakarta and I am sure have never had to cope with the day to day struggle to make ends meet that most other Indonesians endure. That said, they are all good people and they have been very welcoming of the random white girl who showed up to their office. They also find me hilarious because I go to work at the Stock Exchange on the back of a motorbike (I pay the guy about $10 a week to pick me up from my kos and take me) whereas as they all come in their own cars, or with their drivers.
On Friday it was Jakarta’s 471st birthday (or something) and also the firms 17th birthday, and so there was a bit of a function put on at lunchtime (we get lunch free every day but this was a “special” lunch which was kinda gross) which entailed each of us new kids putting on traditional Betawi (original Jkt people) dress and being interviewed as part of a “Miss Jakarta” contest in front of all the employees of the firm. We each also had to dance in the Betawi style with one of the Partners, which was very embarrassing as I had never seen the Betawi style until I entered the room where the party was happening. The whole thing was conducted in Indonesian and although I can usually understand everything that is being said, the Jakarta dialect is very different from the Central Java dialect and combined with the fact that they were speaking at a million miles an hour, I had very little idea what was going on. So that was a good way to impress my colleagues. Wearing strange clothes and a blank expression.
A couple of things about the firm- the owners are both women (which I think is unusual even in an Australian context…….) and the business of the firm is conducted predominantly in English. This does not however, mean that I can get away with speaking only English. Because people know that I speak Indonesian and it is a novelty for them to hear an expat using Indo in the office, they insist on speaking to me in Bahasa. Which is good really and means that even if I don’t improve much this month, at least I won’t be going backwards.
Some other observations- there is a secretary in the office called “Candy Baby Joy Christie Wawaruntu”, Indonesia has a “Department of Manpower” and there is no such thing as a professional ring tone in the office- I have to laugh every time I hear the house music ring tone of one of the particularly serious partners.
Anyway, that’s the first week- it was pretty full-on- I can’t believe I forgot to mention the working hours- I start at 8pm and finish between 7pm and 10pm. A lot of the new kids brag about pulling 2am finishes, but I have seen their productivity levels after 6pm and the way they drop dramatically, so I am not going to be busting my *something* just to look like I am staying late. I would rather get my work done and leave, than hang around trying to look busy! This rule will especially apply on Monday night, as I refuse to sit and watch the Socceroo’s in the staff kitchen or while sitting in my kos, so I am going straight from work to seek out some compatriots to share the love with.
Ok. I am going shopping. Sampai ketemu lagi.
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Gotta Kos, Seentha Office, dAH bANkrup!
Ok so am 15 hours, a world cup game and a nervous tummy away from starting work. My first few days in JTown have been interesting and expensive (mum- please bear in mind when you see my credit card statement that I have been buying work related clothing! except for the one drink at the four seasons where i was caught embarrassingly short on cash!!! :-) !!)
anyways, flew in to Jkt with Sam and Lauren (yes Heights people- Lauren Carter) and that was good cos it took my mind of feeling sad about Yogya and being nervous as I was around people excited about having a debaucherous Jtown weekend.
On Thursday we traipsed around in a million cabs looking for a hotel for the first night which was a pain in the proverbial. Something hilarious happened- we went to one hotel in Chikini and were rejected because they have a rule about unmarried opposite sex people staying in the same room. It was pretty hilarious. We ended up falling back on the Lonely PLanet option which was mediocre but was run by a very nice man who taught us how not to get ripped off by taxi drivers.
Anyways that night we went out to Plaza Senayan- a playground for the rich and ridiculous (one of many in this city) and all got haircuts. I needed a business-y style cut and wasn't prepared to risk my locks at Johnny Andrean- Indonesian wide chain cutter- so paid for a haircut that worked out to be about $A35. My Ibu Kos will hopefully never find out- she freaked when I paid $8 in Yogya- most Indonesians pay $1 or less. Anyway, we did that, then went out to the wine bar Vin+ and drank some Aussie red then watched England play in the bar Second Floor.
The next day I had to look for a kos, and made the mistake of waiting ages to start doing it. I fortunately came across the nicest taxi driver, certainly in Jkt and possibly the world, who then drove me around for 4 hours. All the places recommended by work unfortunately were full, although all proximate to the office- it's a shame, one of them was next door to the Iranian Ambassador's Residence.
Anyway roamed hi and lo, and after a lot of stress found the perfect place. However they couldn't give it to me straight away cos someone had put down a deposit. So I waited and then they called me back and said no it was definitely taken and I couldn't have it. I was very annoyed and stressed a) because it was perfect and I could have fitted half of yogya in my airconditioned hot water shower room and b) cos I had nowhere to sleep that night. Ended up going for option 2 which was at the time my distant 2nd choice. About $300 for the month, air con, tiny room, washing included and warm water. Turns out it was a good choice, I have cable tv in my room, free drinking water and a very helpful guy in the kos who is going to drive me on a motorbike to work and pick me up for $3 a day. He also set up my tv so that I can watch world cup! Woo hoo! So this is the reason when my first choice kos called me the next day and said "actually we do have a room we got it wrong" i said "no i am quite happy here thanks". oh and the other cool thing was, they reduced the rent for me in my kos to only $200 for the month because I am only staying 4 weeks. they were initially going to make me pay for the whole of july then took pity on me! for those of you who know about my dire financial situation and the fact I am NOT GETTING PAID while I am here will appreciate just how important that is!!!
anyhoo, thats the kos. it has worked out better, but the kos vibe here is way different to yogya, i have only seen 2 other people who live there- it's definitely a business type kos. oh and its mixed so there are boys and girls, and i can actually have my male friends come in my room without having to ask permission like in yogya- so thats nice cos my only 2 friends here are riskhy and ryan- who obviously are both boys.
so i have done a practice run up to the office, and it looks pretty plush. i went up on the saturday thinking i could get the elevator up, see the office and then leave stealthily and undetected. but my plan was foiled by the fact that two lawyers saw me gawking in the door! i went in and said hello, all in Indonesian, and said see u Monday and then left feeling stupid. Oh well, would have been stupider if I hadn't said hello.
Right, so this is already long enough, have to go home and read my Indo law book and try not to be too nervous about tomorrow and also think about watchin the world cup. am gonna be watching it solo in my kos.... bit lonely, but I would be an idiot to go out and watch it the night before starting work...... Come on Aussie! Post me some comments people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyways, flew in to Jkt with Sam and Lauren (yes Heights people- Lauren Carter) and that was good cos it took my mind of feeling sad about Yogya and being nervous as I was around people excited about having a debaucherous Jtown weekend.
On Thursday we traipsed around in a million cabs looking for a hotel for the first night which was a pain in the proverbial. Something hilarious happened- we went to one hotel in Chikini and were rejected because they have a rule about unmarried opposite sex people staying in the same room. It was pretty hilarious. We ended up falling back on the Lonely PLanet option which was mediocre but was run by a very nice man who taught us how not to get ripped off by taxi drivers.
Anyways that night we went out to Plaza Senayan- a playground for the rich and ridiculous (one of many in this city) and all got haircuts. I needed a business-y style cut and wasn't prepared to risk my locks at Johnny Andrean- Indonesian wide chain cutter- so paid for a haircut that worked out to be about $A35. My Ibu Kos will hopefully never find out- she freaked when I paid $8 in Yogya- most Indonesians pay $1 or less. Anyway, we did that, then went out to the wine bar Vin+ and drank some Aussie red then watched England play in the bar Second Floor.
The next day I had to look for a kos, and made the mistake of waiting ages to start doing it. I fortunately came across the nicest taxi driver, certainly in Jkt and possibly the world, who then drove me around for 4 hours. All the places recommended by work unfortunately were full, although all proximate to the office- it's a shame, one of them was next door to the Iranian Ambassador's Residence.
Anyway roamed hi and lo, and after a lot of stress found the perfect place. However they couldn't give it to me straight away cos someone had put down a deposit. So I waited and then they called me back and said no it was definitely taken and I couldn't have it. I was very annoyed and stressed a) because it was perfect and I could have fitted half of yogya in my airconditioned hot water shower room and b) cos I had nowhere to sleep that night. Ended up going for option 2 which was at the time my distant 2nd choice. About $300 for the month, air con, tiny room, washing included and warm water. Turns out it was a good choice, I have cable tv in my room, free drinking water and a very helpful guy in the kos who is going to drive me on a motorbike to work and pick me up for $3 a day. He also set up my tv so that I can watch world cup! Woo hoo! So this is the reason when my first choice kos called me the next day and said "actually we do have a room we got it wrong" i said "no i am quite happy here thanks". oh and the other cool thing was, they reduced the rent for me in my kos to only $200 for the month because I am only staying 4 weeks. they were initially going to make me pay for the whole of july then took pity on me! for those of you who know about my dire financial situation and the fact I am NOT GETTING PAID while I am here will appreciate just how important that is!!!
anyhoo, thats the kos. it has worked out better, but the kos vibe here is way different to yogya, i have only seen 2 other people who live there- it's definitely a business type kos. oh and its mixed so there are boys and girls, and i can actually have my male friends come in my room without having to ask permission like in yogya- so thats nice cos my only 2 friends here are riskhy and ryan- who obviously are both boys.
so i have done a practice run up to the office, and it looks pretty plush. i went up on the saturday thinking i could get the elevator up, see the office and then leave stealthily and undetected. but my plan was foiled by the fact that two lawyers saw me gawking in the door! i went in and said hello, all in Indonesian, and said see u Monday and then left feeling stupid. Oh well, would have been stupider if I hadn't said hello.
Right, so this is already long enough, have to go home and read my Indo law book and try not to be too nervous about tomorrow and also think about watchin the world cup. am gonna be watching it solo in my kos.... bit lonely, but I would be an idiot to go out and watch it the night before starting work...... Come on Aussie! Post me some comments people!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Some Kind of Ending
Well it's my last morning in Yogya. In about 90 minutes I will be leaving my kos for a flight to Jakarta and in 4 days I start work.
12 Hours Ago I finished a party with my kos family and the girls and they gave me a bunch of presents and all wrote really beautiful messages for me in a book. I had to give a speech which no doubt made absolutely no sense, but they all nodded and smiled so i guess they got the gist.
9 Hours ago I got home from final drinks at Bar Bintang with the crew who are still in Yogya (a lot of people have gone to Bali). Because the staff there know my name (shame on me) and I often joke about with them, they put on my favourite Bintang music namely Abbey Road by The Beatles and then my other favourite Bintang music 311! None of the heathens (!) I was with understood the magic of The Beatles so I pondered the longevity of that album while stirring sugar into my Lemon Tea. Yes that's right no beer for me. I start working on Monday gituloh!
15 Hours Ago I got home from the airport to say goodbye to Ben, who, in the next chapter of his ongoing story of impossible bad luck, broke his hand on Tuesday and was told by one of the Aussie doctors to "just go home mate" because of the seriousness of the break (on his right & writing hand) and the high risk of infection here.
36 Hours ago I had a hot shower at the Hyatt in one of the rooms of the AusAID staff- a theatre nurse whom I had never before met and who gave me use of her room for one hour while she had her final briefing-we then got taken out to dinner to thank us for our work. We are also getting some kind of letter acknowledging our contribution to the relief work, which will be on Federal Government letterhead and will no doubt be quite useful in the future.
So thats my last day and a half in Yogya. Too many goodbyes. And although I suppose it should get easier as I get older to say goodbye to people, I find terrifying the thought that some of the most interesting, intelligent and kind-hearted people that I now call my friends, by virtue of the situation in which we met, I will probably rarely see again.
Yogya has changed in the last 2 weeks btw. Which isn't surprising I suppose. But where before I could walk the length of Jalan Kaliurang and not see another single foreigner except maybe the odd Australian, now I see one every 50 metres. There are also so many SUV's on the road now it is staggering, each with a little white sign in the window identifying it as the vehicle of a particular NGO. There are 65 NGO's in Yogya, all working hard, all distributing aid and providing medical care and logistical assistance, many creating dependencies and tensions within local communities which will be very hard to dissolve when the NGO's pack up and go home.
The dilemma for all time- how to do it all properly. And from 2 conversations I have had with different people since Sunday, the United Nations really has no idea either.
Ok, so I am off to J-Town to find if the streets are paved with gold and see whether people actually do wear 3 piece suits in 32 degree 97 percent humidity. And Dad, I don't really know anyone in Jakarta so I am going to have to find a bar or something to watch the game in, either that or watch it in my new kos........... Iii-aaa.
12 Hours Ago I finished a party with my kos family and the girls and they gave me a bunch of presents and all wrote really beautiful messages for me in a book. I had to give a speech which no doubt made absolutely no sense, but they all nodded and smiled so i guess they got the gist.
9 Hours ago I got home from final drinks at Bar Bintang with the crew who are still in Yogya (a lot of people have gone to Bali). Because the staff there know my name (shame on me) and I often joke about with them, they put on my favourite Bintang music namely Abbey Road by The Beatles and then my other favourite Bintang music 311! None of the heathens (!) I was with understood the magic of The Beatles so I pondered the longevity of that album while stirring sugar into my Lemon Tea. Yes that's right no beer for me. I start working on Monday gituloh!
15 Hours Ago I got home from the airport to say goodbye to Ben, who, in the next chapter of his ongoing story of impossible bad luck, broke his hand on Tuesday and was told by one of the Aussie doctors to "just go home mate" because of the seriousness of the break (on his right & writing hand) and the high risk of infection here.
36 Hours ago I had a hot shower at the Hyatt in one of the rooms of the AusAID staff- a theatre nurse whom I had never before met and who gave me use of her room for one hour while she had her final briefing-we then got taken out to dinner to thank us for our work. We are also getting some kind of letter acknowledging our contribution to the relief work, which will be on Federal Government letterhead and will no doubt be quite useful in the future.
So thats my last day and a half in Yogya. Too many goodbyes. And although I suppose it should get easier as I get older to say goodbye to people, I find terrifying the thought that some of the most interesting, intelligent and kind-hearted people that I now call my friends, by virtue of the situation in which we met, I will probably rarely see again.
Yogya has changed in the last 2 weeks btw. Which isn't surprising I suppose. But where before I could walk the length of Jalan Kaliurang and not see another single foreigner except maybe the odd Australian, now I see one every 50 metres. There are also so many SUV's on the road now it is staggering, each with a little white sign in the window identifying it as the vehicle of a particular NGO. There are 65 NGO's in Yogya, all working hard, all distributing aid and providing medical care and logistical assistance, many creating dependencies and tensions within local communities which will be very hard to dissolve when the NGO's pack up and go home.
The dilemma for all time- how to do it all properly. And from 2 conversations I have had with different people since Sunday, the United Nations really has no idea either.
Ok, so I am off to J-Town to find if the streets are paved with gold and see whether people actually do wear 3 piece suits in 32 degree 97 percent humidity. And Dad, I don't really know anyone in Jakarta so I am going to have to find a bar or something to watch the game in, either that or watch it in my new kos........... Iii-aaa.
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Ole Ole Ole Ole auss-ie auss-ie!
What a win!
My third to last night in Yogya and what a way to celebrate it. After the game we proceeded to terrify half of Yogya by driving all the way to Bintang on the bikes with flags waving, engines revving in third gear and horns beeping. You bloody beauty!
We watched the game in a big outside bar with all our Japanese friends. They were understandably vocal for the first half and a bit of the match, but sat there in dismay as we proceeded to tap three into the net! Good sports however, and we all shook hands at the end!
Anyways, am leaving for Jakarta on Thursday morning and start work on Monday which is very inconvenient timing given the Australian match on Sunday night. Still having mixed emotions about leaving Yogya and I am feeling quite nervous at the prospect of J-Town minus the safety net that all us Aussies take for granted here, but it will work out fine.
And I apologise to anyone who sat listening to ABC this morning-turns out the interview I did was on Radio Adelaide. I was so damned tired however I have no idea how it was........aduh! Selamat world cup!
My third to last night in Yogya and what a way to celebrate it. After the game we proceeded to terrify half of Yogya by driving all the way to Bintang on the bikes with flags waving, engines revving in third gear and horns beeping. You bloody beauty!
We watched the game in a big outside bar with all our Japanese friends. They were understandably vocal for the first half and a bit of the match, but sat there in dismay as we proceeded to tap three into the net! Good sports however, and we all shook hands at the end!
Anyways, am leaving for Jakarta on Thursday morning and start work on Monday which is very inconvenient timing given the Australian match on Sunday night. Still having mixed emotions about leaving Yogya and I am feeling quite nervous at the prospect of J-Town minus the safety net that all us Aussies take for granted here, but it will work out fine.
And I apologise to anyone who sat listening to ABC this morning-turns out the interview I did was on Radio Adelaide. I was so damned tired however I have no idea how it was........aduh! Selamat world cup!
Sunday, June 11, 2006
Flutterbies
I might be going out in the field with AusAID tomorrow so am posting this now in case I can't later- but sometime Tuesday morning I am doing an interview on ABC Adelaide. It is 6am my time (rather inconveniently early given that Australia play Monday night). That's all I know.
And btw- am well aware that "rationalisation" is incorrectly spelled on my previous entry. Serves me right for trying to use 6 syllable words with a hangover and an enormous sleep deficit. Salam!
And btw- am well aware that "rationalisation" is incorrectly spelled on my previous entry. Serves me right for trying to use 6 syllable words with a hangover and an enormous sleep deficit. Salam!
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Stars Align
It occurred to myself and my friends last night that it is only by a rare and rather fortunate twist of fate that one can sit, in a bar, in an earthquake zone, with an erupting volcano in the distance, with friends from all corners of the globe, drink beer, listen to Indonesian reggae and watch the World Cup. Some might call it an incarnation of their worst nightmare (hi mum!), I call it bloody cool.
Last night was a good night. Sad because it will be one of the last times I do that in Yogya, with that particular group of people (Turkey, Irelandia - you hear me?!) but also not sad, because if you have to leave a place behind, then this is the way you want to do it. Well, that is, excluding the thumping headache that I woke up with. Doing it all again tonight, but on lemon tea instead of Carlsberg. Eng-er-land!
Today I turned my bedroom into a little cinema for the kids in the kos. I had promised them before I left that I would take them to the cinema, but the earthquake sorted that one out, so the trade off was that I bought them a bunch of lollies chocolate and softdrink and we rented some films from the video shop and watched them on my laptop. Resa, Kotzar and Vikri- gorgeous little children who I am going to miss very much, at least for the next month while I am in Jakarta.
I am putting off going across the road to the supermarket to get a box to pack up my room because it is something I would rather not have to do. Alas, being overseas and living in Yogya is not the end in itself, it is the means, and now I its time pursue different means to move a little closer to the end. Does that even make sense? I am tired, and my brain understands it anyway......... it's my rationlisation of my situation to try and dull the blow of leaving behind good friends.
As for the chance to stay on here and work.... I have had a somewhat nebulous offer of work from a contact I have here. In Indonesia I feel that "somewhat nebulous" can be equated with what you and I know as "in-principle agreement"........ so will wait and see with that one.
Ok peeps, time to sleep sebelum piala dunia mulai lagi. That is before the world cup starts again.
Last night was a good night. Sad because it will be one of the last times I do that in Yogya, with that particular group of people (Turkey, Irelandia - you hear me?!) but also not sad, because if you have to leave a place behind, then this is the way you want to do it. Well, that is, excluding the thumping headache that I woke up with. Doing it all again tonight, but on lemon tea instead of Carlsberg. Eng-er-land!
Today I turned my bedroom into a little cinema for the kids in the kos. I had promised them before I left that I would take them to the cinema, but the earthquake sorted that one out, so the trade off was that I bought them a bunch of lollies chocolate and softdrink and we rented some films from the video shop and watched them on my laptop. Resa, Kotzar and Vikri- gorgeous little children who I am going to miss very much, at least for the next month while I am in Jakarta.
I am putting off going across the road to the supermarket to get a box to pack up my room because it is something I would rather not have to do. Alas, being overseas and living in Yogya is not the end in itself, it is the means, and now I its time pursue different means to move a little closer to the end. Does that even make sense? I am tired, and my brain understands it anyway......... it's my rationlisation of my situation to try and dull the blow of leaving behind good friends.
As for the chance to stay on here and work.... I have had a somewhat nebulous offer of work from a contact I have here. In Indonesia I feel that "somewhat nebulous" can be equated with what you and I know as "in-principle agreement"........ so will wait and see with that one.
Ok peeps, time to sleep sebelum piala dunia mulai lagi. That is before the world cup starts again.
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
Updatelah
Hmmm, just completed all my exams in a big chunk. Have one more big assignment to write in Indonesian now and then I am done.... 10 days till Jakarta and I am so disorganised it isn't funny.
On Sunday and Monday I made my interpreting debut with AusAID- don't get excited I was doing simple logistical stuff, unlike some of my compatriots who were in surgeries (i don't have enough faith in my abilities to do that). Anyway it was interesting, and the guys in the team (mainly men) are really top Aussies, hell ocker, and interesting to talk to. They also bribed us with Australian chocolate and paying for our lunch he he he.
Anyway my interpreting highlights have been as follows:
1) Having to explain to the naval commander running the field hospital (which is a half-finished basketball stadium) that he needs to do something about the people who are washing their clothes in the toilet out the back.
2)That he needs to do something about the raw sewerage emanating from a toilet in close proximity to the hospital, while I was pointing at said sewerage.
3) That he needs to stop helicopters from landing so close to the AusAID installment because it might cause severance of electrical cords (true) or cause dirt to enter the medical equipment (lie- but more effective in achieving desired outcome)
Anyways, this guy wearing navy uniform and loads of badges just stared at me like I was an upstart of a 23 year old Australian girl with average Indonesian and no uniform and what the hell was I telling him for. Which wasn't far from the mark. But the helicopters started landing further away.....
Anyway, my head feels distinctly fluish. Not surprising really.
My immediate problems in life are as follows- where am I going to find a shop selling suits in my size now that all the big malls in town have fallen down, where am I going to find shoes, and where am I going to find the one book in existence written in English on the Indonesian legal system which was impossible to find before the earthquake and it seems, will be more impossible to find now.
Aduh. Sampai nanti.
On Sunday and Monday I made my interpreting debut with AusAID- don't get excited I was doing simple logistical stuff, unlike some of my compatriots who were in surgeries (i don't have enough faith in my abilities to do that). Anyway it was interesting, and the guys in the team (mainly men) are really top Aussies, hell ocker, and interesting to talk to. They also bribed us with Australian chocolate and paying for our lunch he he he.
Anyway my interpreting highlights have been as follows:
1) Having to explain to the naval commander running the field hospital (which is a half-finished basketball stadium) that he needs to do something about the people who are washing their clothes in the toilet out the back.
2)That he needs to do something about the raw sewerage emanating from a toilet in close proximity to the hospital, while I was pointing at said sewerage.
3) That he needs to stop helicopters from landing so close to the AusAID installment because it might cause severance of electrical cords (true) or cause dirt to enter the medical equipment (lie- but more effective in achieving desired outcome)
Anyways, this guy wearing navy uniform and loads of badges just stared at me like I was an upstart of a 23 year old Australian girl with average Indonesian and no uniform and what the hell was I telling him for. Which wasn't far from the mark. But the helicopters started landing further away.....
Anyway, my head feels distinctly fluish. Not surprising really.
My immediate problems in life are as follows- where am I going to find a shop selling suits in my size now that all the big malls in town have fallen down, where am I going to find shoes, and where am I going to find the one book in existence written in English on the Indonesian legal system which was impossible to find before the earthquake and it seems, will be more impossible to find now.
Aduh. Sampai nanti.
Saturday, June 03, 2006
A Few Moments for Reflection
It has been to say the very least, the most challenging, emotionally testing and rewarding week of my life. The earthquake happened a week ago, and it feels like no time and all time have passed. The weirdest feeling.
ACICIS, through the donations we received, I estimate spent about 100million rupiah last week on sending aid to some of the most remote areas of Bantul and other areas of the province of Yogya. Which is approaching 15 thousand dollars. However because of exams, that unfortunately still must be completed, we have to stop work until Thursday at which point we are going to reassess what would best be done with the residual money, of which there is still a lot. The reason I know so much about the money is because I was put in charge of finance during the week, which was hilarious to me as I loathe accounting, but gave me a good focus and something that I could do properly and well.
So until next Thursday, no ACICIS related activities, but there are a few organisations that need interpreters including AusAID, so I might do a couple of shifts with them starting tomorrow.
We had our ACICIS final dinner last night at Parsley, and it was a good chance to unwind and relax with a beer and our close friends together. Somewhere in all the chaos, Lauren, Sam with Lestari (ACICIS employee) managed to find time to come up with awards for all of us. Alana won the Tequila award (for drinking the most free tequila at Hugo’s) Ben won the Bad Luck Award (for having Typhoid, losing wallets, having hundreds of dollars a watch and a ring stolen, and other miscellaneous bad luck) and I won the Turkchaser Award. If you don’t know what that means don’t ask. ;-)
To end the evening, Katrina (ex pat Aussie married to an East Timorese guy & living in Yogya) and I sang the Yogyakarta Blues that we composed on Thursday night. When I get the lyrics from Kat I will post them, although they are full of in-jokes and token Indonesian words, so y’all might not find em that funny……. We then commandeered the band and proceeded to sing for another half an hour. No-one paid any attention to us, but it was a good stress release.
Anyway, it has occurred to me coming to the end of my time in Yogya and given all that has happened that I really don’t want to leave. I am settled in well, my Indonesian would benefit from another 6 months here, and it is an easy place to live. If my internship in Jakarta doesn’t bear the kind of fruit I am looking for then I am going to look for work with an Aid Organisation here in Yogya, they have already started advertising so I am sure that there are going to be a lot of opportunities. Don’t worry mum, I will come home first. Anyway, nothing may eventuate, but I am going to try anyway and see what fate throws up out of the cracks in the road that weren’t there a week ago…………..
ACICIS, through the donations we received, I estimate spent about 100million rupiah last week on sending aid to some of the most remote areas of Bantul and other areas of the province of Yogya. Which is approaching 15 thousand dollars. However because of exams, that unfortunately still must be completed, we have to stop work until Thursday at which point we are going to reassess what would best be done with the residual money, of which there is still a lot. The reason I know so much about the money is because I was put in charge of finance during the week, which was hilarious to me as I loathe accounting, but gave me a good focus and something that I could do properly and well.
So until next Thursday, no ACICIS related activities, but there are a few organisations that need interpreters including AusAID, so I might do a couple of shifts with them starting tomorrow.
We had our ACICIS final dinner last night at Parsley, and it was a good chance to unwind and relax with a beer and our close friends together. Somewhere in all the chaos, Lauren, Sam with Lestari (ACICIS employee) managed to find time to come up with awards for all of us. Alana won the Tequila award (for drinking the most free tequila at Hugo’s) Ben won the Bad Luck Award (for having Typhoid, losing wallets, having hundreds of dollars a watch and a ring stolen, and other miscellaneous bad luck) and I won the Turkchaser Award. If you don’t know what that means don’t ask. ;-)
To end the evening, Katrina (ex pat Aussie married to an East Timorese guy & living in Yogya) and I sang the Yogyakarta Blues that we composed on Thursday night. When I get the lyrics from Kat I will post them, although they are full of in-jokes and token Indonesian words, so y’all might not find em that funny……. We then commandeered the band and proceeded to sing for another half an hour. No-one paid any attention to us, but it was a good stress release.
Anyway, it has occurred to me coming to the end of my time in Yogya and given all that has happened that I really don’t want to leave. I am settled in well, my Indonesian would benefit from another 6 months here, and it is an easy place to live. If my internship in Jakarta doesn’t bear the kind of fruit I am looking for then I am going to look for work with an Aid Organisation here in Yogya, they have already started advertising so I am sure that there are going to be a lot of opportunities. Don’t worry mum, I will come home first. Anyway, nothing may eventuate, but I am going to try anyway and see what fate throws up out of the cracks in the road that weren’t there a week ago…………..
Thursday, June 01, 2006
Update
Hey ppl,
Stuff we have been doing summarised below.
Dear ACICIS supporters, family and friends,
This is an update from the ACICIS office in Yogyakarta as of Thursday, June 1.
Firstly, on behalf of all the ACICIS students working on post-earthquake relief efforts in Yogyakarta, we sincerely thank you all for your wonderful support.
We would like to update you on what we have done so far, and what we intend to do.
Firstly, we wish to acknowledge that we are not an aid organisation. Your donations are not tax deductible, firstly because we are not working as an organisation but as a group of individuals associated with ACICIS. We understand and appreciate that you have donated because you know us as individuals, or you have been passed on information from other people you trust. We thank you for your confidence and wish to keep you informed as to where your money is going.
Secondly, because we are not set up organisationally to do this work, we are currently gathering information about several organisations we think are already best placed to carry out effective medium-term relief efforts. Obviously we will need to stop at some point and pass on any remaining money. So, today we met and made a plan for the next week all ACICIS students currently in Jogja were invited to attend. We will keep working until tomorrow (Friday) night to carry out activities already in process. We will break from Saturday to Wednesday to study and complete exams. On Thursday we will meet again with fresh energy and new information to decide how to proceed.
In summary, relief efforts so far have been:
Days 1-2 (Saturday and Sunday) Individual efforts by ACICIS students.
Day 3 (Monday) Gathered at ACICIS, those who were there pooled information about what was needed, pooled all available cash, bought medical supplies, divided up and delivered to medical posts same day. Bulk food bought along with toiletries, fuel and water and divided into 50 household packs (one big box each). Used motorbikes to deliver medical packs and rice. One night delivery of other supplies by truck to a village at Terbah.
Day 4 (Tuesday) Record keeping system developed. Start using money donated to Phil s account. Two early morning deliveries of remainder of packs made up the day before. Information feedback from deliveries about more appropriate supplies. Made new bulk food and equipment orders (tents, fuel...). Received bulk medical supplies order made the day before. Delivered back out to medical posts and villages.
Day 5 (Wednesday) Refining record keeping and organisation. Decided to combine efforts with a relief post in the south of the city who are very well organised. Two deliveries to them to distribute. Several bulk supply loads bought and picked up by others to deliver, or delivered ourselves to villages we knew were in need. Another truckload of bulk food bought. Cross checking with other organisations information re needs line up. Students also working with the university on translation tasks.
Day 6 (Thursday) Reassessment of situation. Meeting reviewed all previous efforts. Assessed financial situation and medium term plans. At least $5,000 spent so far, and it appears that at least that amount will be spent today and again tomorrow. Hundreds of different kinds of packs and other supplies delivered to at least 15 different villages to be distributed to scores of families, and scores more delivered directly to families wherever possible. Other supplies delivered to about 25 other places over the course of the week as supplementary efforts and via other contacts. Hard to evaluate numbers of people we have reached. Decided now to focus on the 3 villages we have good contacts in, that we know have not yet received other assistance. Today to be spent on delivering and organising pick up of bulk food that is here. More bulk supplies of rice, tarps, cooking oil and kerosene being bought now. Supplies like tarps are no longer available in Jogja and we are sending trucks elsewhere.
Plan for Day 7 (Friday) Focus on shopping - buy more bulk supplies with the money we have.
Saturday to Wednesday We are taking an official break, studying for and sitting exams. In the meantime, low key efforts over the 5 days will deliver existing supplies, and other contacts will pick up and deliver. We will also do some more information gathering to identify several options for use of any remaining funds.
Thursday 8 June Meeting to regather and reassess.
**
Once again, thank you all so much for your support. As you can understand, the situation is potentially quite stressful. The devastation to be seen is shocking, but the people affected are showing amazing resiliance and patience. We are only one small group amongst many thousands of people - from larger international aid organisations to local NGOs and temporary networks - who are all working to the best of their abilities. Whilst the need is still huge and will be for some time, the urgency is abating. Your help has made a difference up until now there were villages who had still received no government or official aid assistance. This accords with information from other groups.
With regard to further donations, we advise that whilst the work we have done to date has been useful, we cannot sustain these efforts and there are other groups that are better organised and in a position to continue to be effective. We are currently seeking alternative options for donations, and will provide you with a list you can choose from as soon as possible. Donations still being received into Phil s account will be used to fulfil requests as long as we have the energy and people. Remaining funds will be channelled into other organisations to be determined next week.
We will continue to keep you informed of our activities and decisions.
Yours sincerely
ACICIS Students in Jogja
Stuff we have been doing summarised below.
Dear ACICIS supporters, family and friends,
This is an update from the ACICIS office in Yogyakarta as of Thursday, June 1.
Firstly, on behalf of all the ACICIS students working on post-earthquake relief efforts in Yogyakarta, we sincerely thank you all for your wonderful support.
We would like to update you on what we have done so far, and what we intend to do.
Firstly, we wish to acknowledge that we are not an aid organisation. Your donations are not tax deductible, firstly because we are not working as an organisation but as a group of individuals associated with ACICIS. We understand and appreciate that you have donated because you know us as individuals, or you have been passed on information from other people you trust. We thank you for your confidence and wish to keep you informed as to where your money is going.
Secondly, because we are not set up organisationally to do this work, we are currently gathering information about several organisations we think are already best placed to carry out effective medium-term relief efforts. Obviously we will need to stop at some point and pass on any remaining money. So, today we met and made a plan for the next week all ACICIS students currently in Jogja were invited to attend. We will keep working until tomorrow (Friday) night to carry out activities already in process. We will break from Saturday to Wednesday to study and complete exams. On Thursday we will meet again with fresh energy and new information to decide how to proceed.
In summary, relief efforts so far have been:
Days 1-2 (Saturday and Sunday) Individual efforts by ACICIS students.
Day 3 (Monday) Gathered at ACICIS, those who were there pooled information about what was needed, pooled all available cash, bought medical supplies, divided up and delivered to medical posts same day. Bulk food bought along with toiletries, fuel and water and divided into 50 household packs (one big box each). Used motorbikes to deliver medical packs and rice. One night delivery of other supplies by truck to a village at Terbah.
Day 4 (Tuesday) Record keeping system developed. Start using money donated to Phil s account. Two early morning deliveries of remainder of packs made up the day before. Information feedback from deliveries about more appropriate supplies. Made new bulk food and equipment orders (tents, fuel...). Received bulk medical supplies order made the day before. Delivered back out to medical posts and villages.
Day 5 (Wednesday) Refining record keeping and organisation. Decided to combine efforts with a relief post in the south of the city who are very well organised. Two deliveries to them to distribute. Several bulk supply loads bought and picked up by others to deliver, or delivered ourselves to villages we knew were in need. Another truckload of bulk food bought. Cross checking with other organisations information re needs line up. Students also working with the university on translation tasks.
Day 6 (Thursday) Reassessment of situation. Meeting reviewed all previous efforts. Assessed financial situation and medium term plans. At least $5,000 spent so far, and it appears that at least that amount will be spent today and again tomorrow. Hundreds of different kinds of packs and other supplies delivered to at least 15 different villages to be distributed to scores of families, and scores more delivered directly to families wherever possible. Other supplies delivered to about 25 other places over the course of the week as supplementary efforts and via other contacts. Hard to evaluate numbers of people we have reached. Decided now to focus on the 3 villages we have good contacts in, that we know have not yet received other assistance. Today to be spent on delivering and organising pick up of bulk food that is here. More bulk supplies of rice, tarps, cooking oil and kerosene being bought now. Supplies like tarps are no longer available in Jogja and we are sending trucks elsewhere.
Plan for Day 7 (Friday) Focus on shopping - buy more bulk supplies with the money we have.
Saturday to Wednesday We are taking an official break, studying for and sitting exams. In the meantime, low key efforts over the 5 days will deliver existing supplies, and other contacts will pick up and deliver. We will also do some more information gathering to identify several options for use of any remaining funds.
Thursday 8 June Meeting to regather and reassess.
**
Once again, thank you all so much for your support. As you can understand, the situation is potentially quite stressful. The devastation to be seen is shocking, but the people affected are showing amazing resiliance and patience. We are only one small group amongst many thousands of people - from larger international aid organisations to local NGOs and temporary networks - who are all working to the best of their abilities. Whilst the need is still huge and will be for some time, the urgency is abating. Your help has made a difference up until now there were villages who had still received no government or official aid assistance. This accords with information from other groups.
With regard to further donations, we advise that whilst the work we have done to date has been useful, we cannot sustain these efforts and there are other groups that are better organised and in a position to continue to be effective. We are currently seeking alternative options for donations, and will provide you with a list you can choose from as soon as possible. Donations still being received into Phil s account will be used to fulfil requests as long as we have the energy and people. Remaining funds will be channelled into other organisations to be determined next week.
We will continue to keep you informed of our activities and decisions.
Yours sincerely
ACICIS Students in Jogja
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Donations from outside Australia
Hi
Further to what I wrote earlier today- people who want to donate from e.g England or Japan can make a tranfer to the following account. In fact anyone can do this if they want- we have opened up a special account at an Indonesian bank.
The main detail you need is the SWIFT CODE and ACCOUNT NUMBER which is for International transfers-
That is - BNINIDJAXXX
Account Number - 0102938973
Bank office - BNI (Bank Nasional Indonesia) UGM Yogya
The account name is- Sdr Samuel Maxim Icklow
Another good day today - lots of blankets, kerosene and food being sent to remote areas. Loads of NGO's have started arriving too.
Further to what I wrote earlier today- people who want to donate from e.g England or Japan can make a tranfer to the following account. In fact anyone can do this if they want- we have opened up a special account at an Indonesian bank.
The main detail you need is the SWIFT CODE and ACCOUNT NUMBER which is for International transfers-
That is - BNINIDJAXXX
Account Number - 0102938973
Bank office - BNI (Bank Nasional Indonesia) UGM Yogya
The account name is- Sdr Samuel Maxim Icklow
Another good day today - lots of blankets, kerosene and food being sent to remote areas. Loads of NGO's have started arriving too.
Donations
To people who already donated to my personal account thankyou. People who are donating to the general account of the Director can you please either tell me via a comment on the blog or using my email.
This is a request from the Director so we have some degree of accountability about where the money is coming and going.
Thanks.
This is a request from the Director so we have some degree of accountability about where the money is coming and going.
Thanks.
Tuesday, May 30, 2006
Aid 5
Ok, so far from friends and family I have received $400. Other ACICIS students are receiving similar amounts, so multiply that by 40 and you have a lot of money. We have sent out more convoys today and they are being well received, we have even been thanked on the radio.
The account details to donate money are in the post below.
Thanks everyone for your care and concern. I am fine. But there are a lot of people who aren't.
The account details to donate money are in the post below.
Thanks everyone for your care and concern. I am fine. But there are a lot of people who aren't.
Panic at the End of My Street
This was about five minutes after the first screams of "Tsunami". I was terrified that if there was another aftershock people would come streaming up my street and overtake my kos. It is the tallest building in the street.
Monday, May 29, 2006
I am Ok - Breathe On Sister Breathe On
Hello everyone. First you all know, through my dad that I am ok. Saturday morning privided 2 of the most terrifying experiences of my life- first 57 seconds of magnitude 6 earthquake and 2 hours later, crazy panic as people fled from an imaginary tsunami. it wasn't clear at first how severe the damage was, and I did contemplate leaving on Saturday afternoon. However, yesterday I headed out with some friends to Bantul. We spent a lot of our own money on buying food, water, medicine to take to the people down there who have lost everything. The pattern of devastation is random, buildings stand with no damage next to piles of rubble. I went to a refugee camp and what I saw was so sad. However amongst all the horror the people down there are still smiling. Aid is filtering through and international NGO's are getting in slowly. Sadly, the Indonesian Government response is, as yet, not very visible.
Today we have set up emergency response convoys to start sending medicine down to Bantul and also to Prambanan and Klaten which are badly damaged. Between us we put together 12 million rupiah or about $1500-1700 dollars. By we I mean the ACICIS students, along with other international students here. We have put together a letter which i have attached to this post with account details should you wish to donate some money. Rest assured every single cent will go toward helping people, as our only interest in asking for this money is to help the community that has been so generous with us while we have lived here.
I just got back from the hospital and donating blood. They are in desperate need of blood. Circumstances at the hospital are mixed. There are people in the corridors and walkways, but all seem to have water and food and none seemed to be in pain. It was surprisingly clean, and people are calm.
As for the rest of Yogya, people are getting back to normal. Shops are open, and in my area at least, there is hardly any damage. And of course, I have my exams starting tomorrow. Though I am not sure what standard our teachers are expectin given that all the international students are pretty much out in the field helping people.
Will try to upload some photo's and elaborate more on what has happened. Rest assured- I am fine, I am healthy, I am now able to go to sleep without leaving the door open and light on and my kos is a fortress where I feel very safe. Luv you all, miss you all. Please read the letter below.
Dear Friends and Family
As you would all already know, Yogyakarta and surrounding areas have been severely affected by a major earthquake early Saturday morning. Medical supplies, water and food are severely lacking in those villages which have still not been able to receive emergency assistance.
There are currently many emergency efforts being organized. If you have already donated thank you! – you have probably already saved some lives.
For those of you who would like to make a direct contribution now, we at ACICIS (Australian Consortium for In Country Indonesian Studies) in conjunction with other international students are currently coordinating an emergency response effort to organise direct relief to the most remote villages which are currently receiving little assistance. We are purchasing supplies that we think are most needed, based on information from those of us who have visited those areas, and advice from other contacts here.
At this stage, we believe supporting ACICIS directly is the most effective way to support our efforts because we have a committed team of young Australians on the ground, with language skills, knowledge, and local contacts. We are also coordinating our efforts with other groups and organizations.
ACICIS students are spending all the personal cash we currently have in our bank accounts, but are desperately in need of more. If you are in a position to donate funds, it would be greatly appreciated. A few Australian dollars can make a big difference.
The easiest way for us to get cash to buy medical and other emergency relief supplies is for you, our family and friends, to make transfers directly to our Resident Director’s account in Australia. This avoids unnecessary fees for transferring to foreign accounts, and avoids the confusion of receiving transfers to a number of different accounts. Phil King, the Resident Director, will be able to supply an account statement to show that all funds arriving into this account have been spent in the next few days.
The details of Phil’s account are as follows:
Philip King
Illawarra Mutual Building Society (IMB)
BSB: 641 800
Account No: 200171941
Keep in mind the time lag on bank transfers- at least one day, so please make the transfer as quickly as possible. We would appreciate if you could forward this email to those you think may want to help.
Yours faithfully
Adelle
Today we have set up emergency response convoys to start sending medicine down to Bantul and also to Prambanan and Klaten which are badly damaged. Between us we put together 12 million rupiah or about $1500-1700 dollars. By we I mean the ACICIS students, along with other international students here. We have put together a letter which i have attached to this post with account details should you wish to donate some money. Rest assured every single cent will go toward helping people, as our only interest in asking for this money is to help the community that has been so generous with us while we have lived here.
I just got back from the hospital and donating blood. They are in desperate need of blood. Circumstances at the hospital are mixed. There are people in the corridors and walkways, but all seem to have water and food and none seemed to be in pain. It was surprisingly clean, and people are calm.
As for the rest of Yogya, people are getting back to normal. Shops are open, and in my area at least, there is hardly any damage. And of course, I have my exams starting tomorrow. Though I am not sure what standard our teachers are expectin given that all the international students are pretty much out in the field helping people.
Will try to upload some photo's and elaborate more on what has happened. Rest assured- I am fine, I am healthy, I am now able to go to sleep without leaving the door open and light on and my kos is a fortress where I feel very safe. Luv you all, miss you all. Please read the letter below.
Dear Friends and Family
As you would all already know, Yogyakarta and surrounding areas have been severely affected by a major earthquake early Saturday morning. Medical supplies, water and food are severely lacking in those villages which have still not been able to receive emergency assistance.
There are currently many emergency efforts being organized. If you have already donated thank you! – you have probably already saved some lives.
For those of you who would like to make a direct contribution now, we at ACICIS (Australian Consortium for In Country Indonesian Studies) in conjunction with other international students are currently coordinating an emergency response effort to organise direct relief to the most remote villages which are currently receiving little assistance. We are purchasing supplies that we think are most needed, based on information from those of us who have visited those areas, and advice from other contacts here.
At this stage, we believe supporting ACICIS directly is the most effective way to support our efforts because we have a committed team of young Australians on the ground, with language skills, knowledge, and local contacts. We are also coordinating our efforts with other groups and organizations.
ACICIS students are spending all the personal cash we currently have in our bank accounts, but are desperately in need of more. If you are in a position to donate funds, it would be greatly appreciated. A few Australian dollars can make a big difference.
The easiest way for us to get cash to buy medical and other emergency relief supplies is for you, our family and friends, to make transfers directly to our Resident Director’s account in Australia. This avoids unnecessary fees for transferring to foreign accounts, and avoids the confusion of receiving transfers to a number of different accounts. Phil King, the Resident Director, will be able to supply an account statement to show that all funds arriving into this account have been spent in the next few days.
The details of Phil’s account are as follows:
Philip King
Illawarra Mutual Building Society (IMB)
BSB: 641 800
Account No: 200171941
Keep in mind the time lag on bank transfers- at least one day, so please make the transfer as quickly as possible. We would appreciate if you could forward this email to those you think may want to help.
Yours faithfully
Adelle
Friday, May 26, 2006
Polygamy in the Key of White Knickers
OK- I am only going to offer you an abbreviated version of the mountain story to supplement my 11 ½ steps to mountain climbing heaven/hell, as we did it nearly a week ago and I have other stuff to talk about.
Basically what happened was this. We left at 1pm to head in the direction of Mount Ungaran by AC’d bus. We arrived at 4pm in a little town at the foot of the mountain and changed transport to mini-vans. They were rather useless transport as with 10 Aussies in each they continuously stalled on the steep bits (being a mountain that was most of it) and we had to unload, run up the hill and get back in.
We stopped at base camp 1 to focus on the mammoth task ahead, drink coffee, eat instant noodles and rest. It started to absolutely p down with rain at this point which was a rather depressing prospect- scaling a mountain in torrential rain, erm no thanks. Anyway, it stopped about half an hour before set off time. We then climbed for three-four hours (the easiest bit by far) until we got to Base Camp 2 which is a kampung/village half way up the mountain. It’s a shame I will only ever see it by night as it sounds pretty interesting- don’t ask me why but there are 60ppl who live there- and if a baby is born someone has to leave, and if someone dies someone has to move there. Don’t ask why I have no idea- all I know is it is an easy place for the Indonesian Government to conduct population census.
Anyway we stayed there until abt 1.30 am. I had about an hour’s sleep, and several coffees, and more instant noodles. We then set off in our two groups hiking up the mountain. I should mention here that I was listening to music all the way up, on the first leg it was a combination of Madonna and Hottest 100 2005. On the second leg I was listening to an 80’s mix given to me by Ray, and was as such scaling cliffs with such classics as Grease Is The Word, Now That We’ve Found Love by Heavy D & The Boyz (yes hello keith), as well as classics from Tiffany, Bananarama, The Cars, Duran Duran and New Order. I am not sure because I had a backpack on my back, but it is likely that people trekking behind me launched such projectiles at my back as Tango wafer biscuits and Silver Queen chocolate wrappers. They probably reached breaking point when I started singing Ghost Busters. Oh my goodness, and how could I forget, Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News was in the mix too. (I am listening to it right now hence the absent minded additions to the list!) Hey mum, what is the song that goes “"Oh I-I, I'd do anything that you want me too-oo-ooo, but I can’t go for that, no can do, no, I can’t go for that, can’t go for that, no can do”. I am sure Aunty Helen or Uncle Kevin will know if you don’t. That’s in the mix too. Such a comprehensive memoir of 80’s cheese.
Anyway, back to the mountain. So this leg was tough. Lot’s of climbing up rocks. Lots of lactic acid. It wasn’t aerobically tough, but physically tough. And the worst bit is, the Indonesian strategy for keeping us moving was to say “only 15 minutes more”. When they continually say it for the last 2 hours of the climb, it induces murderous thoughts of death by strangulation…… whoops, did I write that. Only kidding. It makes you love them even more.
So we got to the puncak, the top, at about 4.30am. Apparently for the last half an hour everyone in the first group who was already at the top could hear me squawking and/or singing 80’a music. It’s nice to know my voice carries that far! It wasn’t overly cold at the top, but the problem is that you are doused in sweat and that makes the wind feel freezing. I deliriously changed my clothes, and at this point, a clean pair of white knickers that I didn’t even know I had in my backpack fell out, and were discovered at the door of the tent by our Indonesian guides, whom I found out hours later, threw them around for a while and then threw them onto a nearby tree. Delightful. Anyway, we watched sunrise, ate more instant noodles, drank Milo, coffee and other goodies, and at about 8am (no sleep for me) commenced the descent.
All I will say about the descent is this- 3 and a half hours, ½ dense jungle, ½ on a path on the edge of a cliff suitable for passage by such animals as goats and dogs, not people, 100% of the path made of clay, me falling over so many times I lost my sense of humour and almost cried (if it wasn’t for Ryan I would have probably set up a camp there and stopped descending, living a solitary mountain life forever), last half an hour descending in torrential rain, a hand covered in leeches after touching some weird plant. It was tough. I am now in a position to reflect on the descent and say that it has somehow strengthened my character, however there are now 5 days, a 90 minute reflexology massage and a "night out" between me and the mountain.
Anyway, it was good, although I threw away the yellow jacket that you may have seen in the photo’s because it resembled the loin cloth of a mud-wrestler. Lucky I bought it second hand for $1.
So that was that.
Oh I forgot to mention that the night before on the Friday night, myself and the band (as yet unnamed) played 4 songs at Bintang (Passenger-Powderfinger, Holy Grail again, Ku Tak Bisa and Steal My Kisses- Ben Harper). As a consequence I had a mild hangover on the climbing day because of the confidence beer I drank prior to singing….. hehehe.
Since last weekend a few things have happened. A week has passed. I have just three weeks left in Yogya. I had my last class for uni and have exams next week. I completed my 1500 word assignment for International Security, excerpted below. (Yes, I am not just here climbing mountains and singing in bars……. I actually know how to write stuff!) Although according to Agnes, my assignment bore the hallmarks of a student who has tried hard to make the best of their limited vocabulary. I am still unsure if that is a compliment or an insult…… Last night I ate in a restaurant owned by the leader of Polygamy in Indonesia. I am not sure what you do to become the leader of polygamy, aside from having 4 wives, but nonetheless that was what the menu said.
Polygamy is an interesting issue to talk about here. Nearly everyone here thinks that men who use the Koran as justification for having multiple wives is mis-interpreting the actions of the Prophet Mohammed, whom I believe took his other wives because they were widowed and therefore he was doing them a good deed by protecting them from stigma that existed at the time. Hardly anyone agrees with it, and it is hard to carry out I think, while still being true to the Koran which demands that each wife be treated exactly equally in terms of love, maintenance, companionship etc. Anyway, the restaurant guy clearly thinks he can do it, although no-one I speaks to thinks he can.
Ok enough random ranting.
To my wonderful, one-of-a-kind grandparents who have just set off on their round the world trip. Selamat jalan, hati-hati, I love you lots and have an absolute ball.
And I am going to start copying Keith and Becky and do “what I am listening to”:
Haste 80’s mix (at this very moment, Phil Collins- Invisible Touch), Portishead-Dummy, Massive Attack-Blue Lines, random drum and bass, and some hot Indo trance.
And this is the proof I can "do Indonesian"
Menurut Buzan, Weaver & de Wilde “security is about survival”. Tegasnya, proses sekuritisasi akan terjadi kalau pemerintah nasional (atau aktor sekuritisasi lain) mengatakan bahwa ada ancaman atau existential threat untuk sesuatu yang harus dilindungi, yaitu referent object.
Esei ini akan mempertimbangkan isu terrorisme dan cara isu ini sudah disekuritisasikan antara Australia dan Indonesia. Terutama, tindakan-tindakan dan kebijaksanaan pemerintah Australia sebagai securitising actornya dalam hubungan dengan existential threat ini akan diperhatikan. Walaupun referent object di Australia yang menghubungkan terrorisme masih kurang jelas, kalau kita melihat speech actnya yang sudah dilakukan oleh Pemerintah Australia, proses analisis ini menjadi lebih sederhana. Dengan kata lain, speech act yang dikatakan oleh Pemerintah Australia mengungkapkan fokus dan tujuan-tujuannya.
Basically what happened was this. We left at 1pm to head in the direction of Mount Ungaran by AC’d bus. We arrived at 4pm in a little town at the foot of the mountain and changed transport to mini-vans. They were rather useless transport as with 10 Aussies in each they continuously stalled on the steep bits (being a mountain that was most of it) and we had to unload, run up the hill and get back in.
We stopped at base camp 1 to focus on the mammoth task ahead, drink coffee, eat instant noodles and rest. It started to absolutely p down with rain at this point which was a rather depressing prospect- scaling a mountain in torrential rain, erm no thanks. Anyway, it stopped about half an hour before set off time. We then climbed for three-four hours (the easiest bit by far) until we got to Base Camp 2 which is a kampung/village half way up the mountain. It’s a shame I will only ever see it by night as it sounds pretty interesting- don’t ask me why but there are 60ppl who live there- and if a baby is born someone has to leave, and if someone dies someone has to move there. Don’t ask why I have no idea- all I know is it is an easy place for the Indonesian Government to conduct population census.
Anyway we stayed there until abt 1.30 am. I had about an hour’s sleep, and several coffees, and more instant noodles. We then set off in our two groups hiking up the mountain. I should mention here that I was listening to music all the way up, on the first leg it was a combination of Madonna and Hottest 100 2005. On the second leg I was listening to an 80’s mix given to me by Ray, and was as such scaling cliffs with such classics as Grease Is The Word, Now That We’ve Found Love by Heavy D & The Boyz (yes hello keith), as well as classics from Tiffany, Bananarama, The Cars, Duran Duran and New Order. I am not sure because I had a backpack on my back, but it is likely that people trekking behind me launched such projectiles at my back as Tango wafer biscuits and Silver Queen chocolate wrappers. They probably reached breaking point when I started singing Ghost Busters. Oh my goodness, and how could I forget, Power of Love by Huey Lewis and the News was in the mix too. (I am listening to it right now hence the absent minded additions to the list!) Hey mum, what is the song that goes “"Oh I-I, I'd do anything that you want me too-oo-ooo, but I can’t go for that, no can do, no, I can’t go for that, can’t go for that, no can do”. I am sure Aunty Helen or Uncle Kevin will know if you don’t. That’s in the mix too. Such a comprehensive memoir of 80’s cheese.
Anyway, back to the mountain. So this leg was tough. Lot’s of climbing up rocks. Lots of lactic acid. It wasn’t aerobically tough, but physically tough. And the worst bit is, the Indonesian strategy for keeping us moving was to say “only 15 minutes more”. When they continually say it for the last 2 hours of the climb, it induces murderous thoughts of death by strangulation…… whoops, did I write that. Only kidding. It makes you love them even more.
So we got to the puncak, the top, at about 4.30am. Apparently for the last half an hour everyone in the first group who was already at the top could hear me squawking and/or singing 80’a music. It’s nice to know my voice carries that far! It wasn’t overly cold at the top, but the problem is that you are doused in sweat and that makes the wind feel freezing. I deliriously changed my clothes, and at this point, a clean pair of white knickers that I didn’t even know I had in my backpack fell out, and were discovered at the door of the tent by our Indonesian guides, whom I found out hours later, threw them around for a while and then threw them onto a nearby tree. Delightful. Anyway, we watched sunrise, ate more instant noodles, drank Milo, coffee and other goodies, and at about 8am (no sleep for me) commenced the descent.
All I will say about the descent is this- 3 and a half hours, ½ dense jungle, ½ on a path on the edge of a cliff suitable for passage by such animals as goats and dogs, not people, 100% of the path made of clay, me falling over so many times I lost my sense of humour and almost cried (if it wasn’t for Ryan I would have probably set up a camp there and stopped descending, living a solitary mountain life forever), last half an hour descending in torrential rain, a hand covered in leeches after touching some weird plant. It was tough. I am now in a position to reflect on the descent and say that it has somehow strengthened my character, however there are now 5 days, a 90 minute reflexology massage and a "night out" between me and the mountain.
Anyway, it was good, although I threw away the yellow jacket that you may have seen in the photo’s because it resembled the loin cloth of a mud-wrestler. Lucky I bought it second hand for $1.
So that was that.
Oh I forgot to mention that the night before on the Friday night, myself and the band (as yet unnamed) played 4 songs at Bintang (Passenger-Powderfinger, Holy Grail again, Ku Tak Bisa and Steal My Kisses- Ben Harper). As a consequence I had a mild hangover on the climbing day because of the confidence beer I drank prior to singing….. hehehe.
Since last weekend a few things have happened. A week has passed. I have just three weeks left in Yogya. I had my last class for uni and have exams next week. I completed my 1500 word assignment for International Security, excerpted below. (Yes, I am not just here climbing mountains and singing in bars……. I actually know how to write stuff!) Although according to Agnes, my assignment bore the hallmarks of a student who has tried hard to make the best of their limited vocabulary. I am still unsure if that is a compliment or an insult…… Last night I ate in a restaurant owned by the leader of Polygamy in Indonesia. I am not sure what you do to become the leader of polygamy, aside from having 4 wives, but nonetheless that was what the menu said.
Polygamy is an interesting issue to talk about here. Nearly everyone here thinks that men who use the Koran as justification for having multiple wives is mis-interpreting the actions of the Prophet Mohammed, whom I believe took his other wives because they were widowed and therefore he was doing them a good deed by protecting them from stigma that existed at the time. Hardly anyone agrees with it, and it is hard to carry out I think, while still being true to the Koran which demands that each wife be treated exactly equally in terms of love, maintenance, companionship etc. Anyway, the restaurant guy clearly thinks he can do it, although no-one I speaks to thinks he can.
Ok enough random ranting.
To my wonderful, one-of-a-kind grandparents who have just set off on their round the world trip. Selamat jalan, hati-hati, I love you lots and have an absolute ball.
And I am going to start copying Keith and Becky and do “what I am listening to”:
Haste 80’s mix (at this very moment, Phil Collins- Invisible Touch), Portishead-Dummy, Massive Attack-Blue Lines, random drum and bass, and some hot Indo trance.
And this is the proof I can "do Indonesian"
Menurut Buzan, Weaver & de Wilde “security is about survival”. Tegasnya, proses sekuritisasi akan terjadi kalau pemerintah nasional (atau aktor sekuritisasi lain) mengatakan bahwa ada ancaman atau existential threat untuk sesuatu yang harus dilindungi, yaitu referent object.
Esei ini akan mempertimbangkan isu terrorisme dan cara isu ini sudah disekuritisasikan antara Australia dan Indonesia. Terutama, tindakan-tindakan dan kebijaksanaan pemerintah Australia sebagai securitising actornya dalam hubungan dengan existential threat ini akan diperhatikan. Walaupun referent object di Australia yang menghubungkan terrorisme masih kurang jelas, kalau kita melihat speech actnya yang sudah dilakukan oleh Pemerintah Australia, proses analisis ini menjadi lebih sederhana. Dengan kata lain, speech act yang dikatakan oleh Pemerintah Australia mengungkapkan fokus dan tujuan-tujuannya.
Last Day of Lectures
Sophie (from Germany) and I pretend to study on the last day of Uni, whilst actually checking out the World Cup Timetable and organising a party at which we can gratuitously slander the efforts of the opponents of our respective nations..........
Actually, I am lying, we were contemplating the finer points of the memper-kan affixation...
Anyway, it was the last day of uni on Wednesday, and we celebrated accordingly later that night..........he he he.
Actually, I am lying, we were contemplating the finer points of the memper-kan affixation...
Anyway, it was the last day of uni on Wednesday, and we celebrated accordingly later that night..........he he he.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Five and a Half Reasons NOT To Climb A Mountain
1) Over 36 hours with only one hour of "sleep" and 11 hours of climbing.
2) It's bloody cold at the top.
3) Leeches
4) Trekking down 7Km of slick, wet clay is actually not very good fun, especially when you have not slept for 24 hours.
4.5) Trekking down 7Km of slick, wet clay is actually not very good fun, especially when you are exceptionally uncoordinated and spend the majority of the 7Km falling over, and/or sliding down on your backside.
5) There is a lot of pain the next day.
5.5) It is not a good way to prepare for writing a 1500 word assignment, in Indonesian, that is due the day after you get home.
Will tell the whole story when I have finished all my exams and assignments. Glad I did it, but my new philosophy on mountain climbing is "Yes, it's an option...... but not one that I end to choose again." Ha ha ha. I suppose you aren't surprised. I have some cool photo's though!
2) It's bloody cold at the top.
3) Leeches
4) Trekking down 7Km of slick, wet clay is actually not very good fun, especially when you have not slept for 24 hours.
4.5) Trekking down 7Km of slick, wet clay is actually not very good fun, especially when you are exceptionally uncoordinated and spend the majority of the 7Km falling over, and/or sliding down on your backside.
5) There is a lot of pain the next day.
5.5) It is not a good way to prepare for writing a 1500 word assignment, in Indonesian, that is due the day after you get home.
Will tell the whole story when I have finished all my exams and assignments. Glad I did it, but my new philosophy on mountain climbing is "Yes, it's an option...... but not one that I end to choose again." Ha ha ha. I suppose you aren't surprised. I have some cool photo's though!
Five Reasons To Climb A Mountain
1) Nice view from the top
2) Good for the muscles
3) Happy feelings of accomplishment
4) Pleasant group bonding experience
5) Did I mention the nice view?
2) Good for the muscles
3) Happy feelings of accomplishment
4) Pleasant group bonding experience
5) Did I mention the nice view?
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Merapi and Me
This is the volcano that is currently erupting!
And in other news I am climbing a mountain this weekend. I will surely die I am so unfit!
And in other news I am climbing a mountain this weekend. I will surely die I am so unfit!
Monday, May 15, 2006
Fortune Finds Me Fit and Able
Thus far in Indonesia, I have to say that there are few things from which I derive as much simple pleasure, as riding along on the back of a motorbike through the rural areas of the province of Yogyakarta, with my walkman in my ears. For some reason this combination of circumstances turns me into a goofily happy passenger.
Imagine escaping the city limits of Yogyakarta, experiencing an almost instant drop in temperature, cool wind rushing over your skin, picturesque “countryside” on all sides and a beautiful clear blue sky, shining sun and the silhouette of an angry angry volcano punctuating the view to the east.
This was my Saturday afternoon. The planets truly aligned, so instead of the afternoon rain blowing in at 2.30, an almost Adelaide-esque sun poked its face from behind a cloud and stubbornly shined until it set.
Saturday also happened to be the most important day for the Buddhist faith, that is the Waisak Festival, which celebrates Buddha’s birthday, day of enlightenment and his reaching of Nirvana. Thousands of Buddhist pilgrims from all over the world converged on a point one hour from Yogyakarta which is one of the most spectacular and important pieces of Buddhist architecture in the world : Borobodur.
So Alana, Willy, myself, Ida and two other of Alana’s kos friends decided to join the pilgrimage. It really is a lovely ride from Yogya to Borobodur. We met a little misfortune however, because being improperly informed on the logistics of the roads that were open on the day, we arrived at the normal entrance and were told we would have to dismount and walk for 5Km. Instead we took an alternative route through a village which involved riding along on the narrowest of roads, crossing a river on a bridge reminiscent of an Indiana Jones film and also negotiating impossibly steep hills with the motorbikes. However it was also incredibly fortunate that we were forced to pass this road as we were able to stop with a perfect vantage point of Gunung Merapi, which that day began to erupt (I told you the planets aligned). I have some really good photo’s of the Mountain on the photostream.
Anyway we eventually passed the village and had a relatively clear run of traffic until we reached the main road into Borobudur, at which point traffic slowed to less than a crawl and it felt like we were going to be trapped in a throng of revving motorbikes for the rest of the day. Luckily, after half an hour of literally moving about 10cm a minute we made it. The journey took 2 hours, but it was of course, half the fun!
We walked up to one of the gates only to find that it had closed 1 minute earlier! So with just one gate open we had to walk for about 2 Kilometres along with all the other people who had been locked out but still wanted to make it in for the final ceremony. We got in eventually, and although there was literally thousands and thousands of people there, there was an unusually calm atmosphere, especially for a crowd in Indonesia! Being just about the only two blondes in the whole place apart from the odd backpacker, there was never any risk that Alana and I would lose our friends. We literally stuck out a mile. We listened to some of the ceremony and took photos of the monks, and then as the sun was setting we sat down to take some pictures of Borodbodur itself. Unfortunately we were unable to climb it because it was a special day, but we are going to return to get a proper look at the stonework which is spectacular even from a distance.
We then walked around the entire perimeter and as it got darker, we turned around to see a perfectly full shining moon. Absolutely gorgeous. The day could not have been more perfect. We waited for around half an hour just soaking up the view (Borobodur is perched atop a hill which is one side bordered by enormous hills and greenery, and on the other two mountains, one of them being Merapi.) Just as we were about to leave, there was a sudden burst of activity as all the pilgrim monks rounded to corner and descended upon the place for the evening function. I have a few photos of this, including one of the four token Tibetan’s who were there!
Anyway, the ride back was also trafficky but we were all so pleased at how the day had turned out, (even the Indonesians who had been to Borobodur before) that it didn’t matter.
So that was the weekend. However as you have no doubt heard, the volcano has started to erupt and last night from the roof of my kos we could see lava being spewed out from the top. Let me just repeat that- I saw lava! It is an amazing sight, and we are really lucky because the weather is so clear right now that even during the day the view is unobscured. I am perfectly safe. We would have been evacuated if not. So no worries, and you can all stop sending me SMS’s! Hahaha! I got 3 yesterday!
Oh and just quickly, I was a bit of an erupting volcano on Friday night. Alana decided to have her hair chemically straightened and I decided to get highlights done again. We went to the salon we have been to before. I was there 5 hours because the first guy, although he clearly understood my instructions, had no clue on what he was doing and gave me a head that was all the colours of the bleaching rainbow from bright white to golden yellow. I told him in no uncertain words that I was not leaving until his er, error was fixed, at which point the manager decided to provide me with a more competent hairdresser who proceeded to do a nice job, that is, after he dyed over the mistakes from the first idiot. Oh, and I also sang “Holy Grail” in Bar Bintang later that night with the band. All I will say is that dutch courage is a double-edged sword- it gave me the nerve to get up there, but also clouded my memory just enough that I missed a whole verse. Heh heh heh.
BTW- go Crows!!!!! Yeeeehaaaa!
Ps- Becky did you pick the Joanna Newsom reference in the title???!!! Injokesareusgituloh! Thanks 4 the phonecall btw even if the connection was dodgy!
Imagine escaping the city limits of Yogyakarta, experiencing an almost instant drop in temperature, cool wind rushing over your skin, picturesque “countryside” on all sides and a beautiful clear blue sky, shining sun and the silhouette of an angry angry volcano punctuating the view to the east.
This was my Saturday afternoon. The planets truly aligned, so instead of the afternoon rain blowing in at 2.30, an almost Adelaide-esque sun poked its face from behind a cloud and stubbornly shined until it set.
Saturday also happened to be the most important day for the Buddhist faith, that is the Waisak Festival, which celebrates Buddha’s birthday, day of enlightenment and his reaching of Nirvana. Thousands of Buddhist pilgrims from all over the world converged on a point one hour from Yogyakarta which is one of the most spectacular and important pieces of Buddhist architecture in the world : Borobodur.
So Alana, Willy, myself, Ida and two other of Alana’s kos friends decided to join the pilgrimage. It really is a lovely ride from Yogya to Borobodur. We met a little misfortune however, because being improperly informed on the logistics of the roads that were open on the day, we arrived at the normal entrance and were told we would have to dismount and walk for 5Km. Instead we took an alternative route through a village which involved riding along on the narrowest of roads, crossing a river on a bridge reminiscent of an Indiana Jones film and also negotiating impossibly steep hills with the motorbikes. However it was also incredibly fortunate that we were forced to pass this road as we were able to stop with a perfect vantage point of Gunung Merapi, which that day began to erupt (I told you the planets aligned). I have some really good photo’s of the Mountain on the photostream.
Anyway we eventually passed the village and had a relatively clear run of traffic until we reached the main road into Borobudur, at which point traffic slowed to less than a crawl and it felt like we were going to be trapped in a throng of revving motorbikes for the rest of the day. Luckily, after half an hour of literally moving about 10cm a minute we made it. The journey took 2 hours, but it was of course, half the fun!
We walked up to one of the gates only to find that it had closed 1 minute earlier! So with just one gate open we had to walk for about 2 Kilometres along with all the other people who had been locked out but still wanted to make it in for the final ceremony. We got in eventually, and although there was literally thousands and thousands of people there, there was an unusually calm atmosphere, especially for a crowd in Indonesia! Being just about the only two blondes in the whole place apart from the odd backpacker, there was never any risk that Alana and I would lose our friends. We literally stuck out a mile. We listened to some of the ceremony and took photos of the monks, and then as the sun was setting we sat down to take some pictures of Borodbodur itself. Unfortunately we were unable to climb it because it was a special day, but we are going to return to get a proper look at the stonework which is spectacular even from a distance.
We then walked around the entire perimeter and as it got darker, we turned around to see a perfectly full shining moon. Absolutely gorgeous. The day could not have been more perfect. We waited for around half an hour just soaking up the view (Borobodur is perched atop a hill which is one side bordered by enormous hills and greenery, and on the other two mountains, one of them being Merapi.) Just as we were about to leave, there was a sudden burst of activity as all the pilgrim monks rounded to corner and descended upon the place for the evening function. I have a few photos of this, including one of the four token Tibetan’s who were there!
Anyway, the ride back was also trafficky but we were all so pleased at how the day had turned out, (even the Indonesians who had been to Borobodur before) that it didn’t matter.
So that was the weekend. However as you have no doubt heard, the volcano has started to erupt and last night from the roof of my kos we could see lava being spewed out from the top. Let me just repeat that- I saw lava! It is an amazing sight, and we are really lucky because the weather is so clear right now that even during the day the view is unobscured. I am perfectly safe. We would have been evacuated if not. So no worries, and you can all stop sending me SMS’s! Hahaha! I got 3 yesterday!
Oh and just quickly, I was a bit of an erupting volcano on Friday night. Alana decided to have her hair chemically straightened and I decided to get highlights done again. We went to the salon we have been to before. I was there 5 hours because the first guy, although he clearly understood my instructions, had no clue on what he was doing and gave me a head that was all the colours of the bleaching rainbow from bright white to golden yellow. I told him in no uncertain words that I was not leaving until his er, error was fixed, at which point the manager decided to provide me with a more competent hairdresser who proceeded to do a nice job, that is, after he dyed over the mistakes from the first idiot. Oh, and I also sang “Holy Grail” in Bar Bintang later that night with the band. All I will say is that dutch courage is a double-edged sword- it gave me the nerve to get up there, but also clouded my memory just enough that I missed a whole verse. Heh heh heh.
BTW- go Crows!!!!! Yeeeehaaaa!
Ps- Becky did you pick the Joanna Newsom reference in the title???!!! Injokesareusgituloh! Thanks 4 the phonecall btw even if the connection was dodgy!
Thursday, May 11, 2006
That Bird Has Flown
Good evening. I have now been in this country for 3 and a ½ months. It occurred to me today that there are loads of crazy things that happen around me, some not so crazy but still pretty weird, whose impact have been dulled by the passing of that time. With about 5 weeks left in Yogya before I move on to Jakarta, I have been reflecting once more on the many peculiar phenomena which are inherent features of daily life in Indonesia and in the life of foreign students generally.
For a start, I have mentioned on numerous occasions the fact that I have friends from many countries here including Japan, Germany, Korea, Turkey, New Zealand. The peculiar thing about our friendships however is that, excluding obviously the English speakers, we all speak to each other in Indonesian. Of course, that is probably rather an obvious thing to most of you, however picture this scenario; a bunch of Australians, Japanese, Koreans and a German go out for dinner and spend the whole evening speaking Indonesian. White people and foreigners generally already get stared at anyway by Indonesians without needing to draw further attention to ourselves by speaking their language in their absence! They seem to find that scenario rather hilarious, but in a nice way.
Another dominant lifestyle affecting characteristic of this place is the weather. I wake up in the morning usually to a clear blue sky and it feels about 30 degrees by about 9 am. However, more often than not, I get out of class in mid-afternoon and it is torrentially down-pouring which inevitably means, in a country with an average sewerage system, motorbikes as the dominant form of transport and a generally erm, flexible attitude to time, the only way to deal with such conditions is to either make friends with someone who has a car, or wait. An example- on the way to the movies the other day in a period of 5 minutes, a massive storm developed and purged itself with equally impressive speed. We were on Ben and Sophie’s motorbikes at the time and had no option to park them in the middle of nowhere and huddle under the eaves of a translation shop and plough through the usual questions (where are you from? Why are you here? Etcetc) with the owner. We waited for an hour and when eventually decided to resume to journey, still ended up quite soaked. You have no choice but to wait. I am developing remarkable patience in this country.
Other circumstances that require patience….
The bus continues to provide me with great amusement. A new phenomena that I have observed is the proclivity of the driver to just randomly stop for a rest and drink a cup of tea or chat to his fellow bus-driving mates for as long as he sees fit. This seldom occurs when I am on the way to campus (thankfully, because I rarely allocate enough time for such unexpected occurrences in my morning schedule) but often happens on the way home when I am about 1Km from the kos. I always have to toss up whether to just get off and walk or hope that his conversation is sufficiently boring that he drinks his tea quickly and gets moving!
It occurred to me the other day also, that when we all go home to Australia we are quite likely to develop psychological paranoia about being ignored by the people around us, because we will be able to once more walk down the street and not have anyone care less about where we have come from (Dari mana?), where we are going (Mau ke mana?), are we studying in Yogya (Kuliah di sini?) and why we are walking alone (“Kok sendirian?). It is absolutely mustahil, impossible, to go anywhere incognito in this place.
I went down to the bakery near my kos today, “Parsley” to buy some bread and realized how that although I used to find it weird to see cheese and chocolate used in the same baked good or to see for example cheese as a topping on cake, I hadn’t even thought about it for 2 months as being anything other than normal. In Bandung, where Brownies are apparently a specialty, they make a cheese version. (Ew). The absolute over-sweetness of everything here would also be normal if it wasn’t for the fact that I am constantly reminded when I smile at myself in the mirror how bad my teeth will be when I get home. The default taste of hot drinks here (Milo, Coffee, Tea, Green Tea) is hyper-sweet. Out of control, cavity-inducing, stomach churning sweet. Alas, being an adaptable creature and one who is not prone to being fussy, I have learned to accept it. This is in lieu of other options other than the rather unpalatable, “don’t have a drink” option.
Oh and by the way, I eat rice and sambal (chilli sauce) for breakfast. Did I already tell u that? The girls in the kos think it is hilarious. But they all do it too.
Anyway, that’s a pot pourri of random tidbits that I always forget to put in other posts.
The wedding was cool, if completely different from Australia. I was the only foreigner there apart from Taka, a Japanese girl and there were probably about 500 guests. The process is like this (at a Military Wedding at least), some talking and military plim-plom to start with and then everyone lines up to shake hands with the bride and groom. I can’t imagine what they thought when they shook my hand as they had never seen me before in their life! Everyone then converges on the food, eats as much as they can and leaves. It winds up at about 9.30 to 10.00. No dancing. Absolutely no drinking. All very matter-of-fact but cool nonetheless!
Not going to the Mountain this weekend anymore because ACICIS has organised a mountain climbing expedition for us all next weekend, so that combined with the expense of getting to Bromo, made Alana and I decide to hang around Yogya for the weekend instead. There is a big Buddhist festival on on Saturday, and given that one of the most important pieces of Buddhist architecture in the world is once hour from Yogya (Borobudur), I might head there instead…… Should provide some good photos!
Oh and I almost forgot- I met a Japanese girl yesterday called Naomi, who works for Mitsui (the Co. that sent me to Japan) and was an MPE helper for the 2003 group of Aussies who went! She will be posted to Jakarta in June so she is here learning Indonesian. How small is the world?!
Layta!
For a start, I have mentioned on numerous occasions the fact that I have friends from many countries here including Japan, Germany, Korea, Turkey, New Zealand. The peculiar thing about our friendships however is that, excluding obviously the English speakers, we all speak to each other in Indonesian. Of course, that is probably rather an obvious thing to most of you, however picture this scenario; a bunch of Australians, Japanese, Koreans and a German go out for dinner and spend the whole evening speaking Indonesian. White people and foreigners generally already get stared at anyway by Indonesians without needing to draw further attention to ourselves by speaking their language in their absence! They seem to find that scenario rather hilarious, but in a nice way.
Another dominant lifestyle affecting characteristic of this place is the weather. I wake up in the morning usually to a clear blue sky and it feels about 30 degrees by about 9 am. However, more often than not, I get out of class in mid-afternoon and it is torrentially down-pouring which inevitably means, in a country with an average sewerage system, motorbikes as the dominant form of transport and a generally erm, flexible attitude to time, the only way to deal with such conditions is to either make friends with someone who has a car, or wait. An example- on the way to the movies the other day in a period of 5 minutes, a massive storm developed and purged itself with equally impressive speed. We were on Ben and Sophie’s motorbikes at the time and had no option to park them in the middle of nowhere and huddle under the eaves of a translation shop and plough through the usual questions (where are you from? Why are you here? Etcetc) with the owner. We waited for an hour and when eventually decided to resume to journey, still ended up quite soaked. You have no choice but to wait. I am developing remarkable patience in this country.
Other circumstances that require patience….
The bus continues to provide me with great amusement. A new phenomena that I have observed is the proclivity of the driver to just randomly stop for a rest and drink a cup of tea or chat to his fellow bus-driving mates for as long as he sees fit. This seldom occurs when I am on the way to campus (thankfully, because I rarely allocate enough time for such unexpected occurrences in my morning schedule) but often happens on the way home when I am about 1Km from the kos. I always have to toss up whether to just get off and walk or hope that his conversation is sufficiently boring that he drinks his tea quickly and gets moving!
It occurred to me the other day also, that when we all go home to Australia we are quite likely to develop psychological paranoia about being ignored by the people around us, because we will be able to once more walk down the street and not have anyone care less about where we have come from (Dari mana?), where we are going (Mau ke mana?), are we studying in Yogya (Kuliah di sini?) and why we are walking alone (“Kok sendirian?). It is absolutely mustahil, impossible, to go anywhere incognito in this place.
I went down to the bakery near my kos today, “Parsley” to buy some bread and realized how that although I used to find it weird to see cheese and chocolate used in the same baked good or to see for example cheese as a topping on cake, I hadn’t even thought about it for 2 months as being anything other than normal. In Bandung, where Brownies are apparently a specialty, they make a cheese version. (Ew). The absolute over-sweetness of everything here would also be normal if it wasn’t for the fact that I am constantly reminded when I smile at myself in the mirror how bad my teeth will be when I get home. The default taste of hot drinks here (Milo, Coffee, Tea, Green Tea) is hyper-sweet. Out of control, cavity-inducing, stomach churning sweet. Alas, being an adaptable creature and one who is not prone to being fussy, I have learned to accept it. This is in lieu of other options other than the rather unpalatable, “don’t have a drink” option.
Oh and by the way, I eat rice and sambal (chilli sauce) for breakfast. Did I already tell u that? The girls in the kos think it is hilarious. But they all do it too.
Anyway, that’s a pot pourri of random tidbits that I always forget to put in other posts.
The wedding was cool, if completely different from Australia. I was the only foreigner there apart from Taka, a Japanese girl and there were probably about 500 guests. The process is like this (at a Military Wedding at least), some talking and military plim-plom to start with and then everyone lines up to shake hands with the bride and groom. I can’t imagine what they thought when they shook my hand as they had never seen me before in their life! Everyone then converges on the food, eats as much as they can and leaves. It winds up at about 9.30 to 10.00. No dancing. Absolutely no drinking. All very matter-of-fact but cool nonetheless!
Not going to the Mountain this weekend anymore because ACICIS has organised a mountain climbing expedition for us all next weekend, so that combined with the expense of getting to Bromo, made Alana and I decide to hang around Yogya for the weekend instead. There is a big Buddhist festival on on Saturday, and given that one of the most important pieces of Buddhist architecture in the world is once hour from Yogya (Borobudur), I might head there instead…… Should provide some good photos!
Oh and I almost forgot- I met a Japanese girl yesterday called Naomi, who works for Mitsui (the Co. that sent me to Japan) and was an MPE helper for the 2003 group of Aussies who went! She will be posted to Jakarta in June so she is here learning Indonesian. How small is the world?!
Layta!
Monday, May 08, 2006
Go You Mighty Crowz!
Go Adelaide! You bloody beauty!
Belting Port still feels good, even when there are no Port supporters here to give it to! He he he he!
Belting Port still feels good, even when there are no Port supporters here to give it to! He he he he!
Saturday, May 06, 2006
Curiouser and Curiouser
Well I have been less than diligent with my blog lately, excepting the photo purge last week. I will try to rectify the situation a little right now.
It’s been a rather strange week. I spent the first part of the week, virtually four full days after I got back from KL, stuck in my kos, sick with flu and some weird fever thing. Took me a while to shake it, but I am on track again now. I rehearsed on Monday and Tuesday night with the ACICIS band that was playing at the closing of the soccer tournament on Wednesday. We practiced in a studio that cost a dollar an hour to rent. So much fun.
Anyway, we performed on Wednesday night. Much to my dismay I had to sing 2 songs in Indonesian as well as Holy Grail by Hunters and Collectors which was of course, far easier. It was all done on a very dodgy PA and I am sure sounded like rubbish, despite the polite support of the watchers! I had a great time, and we are going to start jamming every Monday night. All for fun. I am constantly amazed by the out-of-the-ordinary opportunities that are available to all of us. It’s really up to us how prepared we are to risk looking stupid as to how involved we get in this sort of stuff!
I had more progress tests this week, or as several people call them, regress tests! I think I went ok, but as I have said many times on here, my grades are not a huge concern as long as I pass……
Um, what else? Next week I have made plans with a few ppl to go and climb Mount Bromo in East Java and watch the sunrise. I will then be able to say that I have been to West, Central and East Java which is pretty cool…….
I went to the brand new Cinema in Yogya the other day with Alana, Ben and Sofie and watched Ice Age 2. I strongly protested having to watch a cartoon because I normally don’t like them, but it turned out to be very funny. The cinema costs the equivalent of only $3 so it’s a nice air-conditioned escape from the busy streets of Yogya with the cleanest toilets I have seen here, except for the one’s in that Jakarta nightclub!
Oh and I went to fashion parade last night which featured my friend Esther from ACICIS as a guest model, and five other top indo catwalkers, modelling gorgeous Indonesian style clothes with a modern twist- there were some absolutely gorgeous clothes and Alana and I are looking into ordering something. Some of the fabric was the most beautiful I have seen here. Esther, of course, was gorgeous too.
Tonight I am going with Agnes to a wedding ceremony. I have asked numerous times whether I am invited, to which the answer seems to be “no”, but apparently it is good luck here to have as many people at your wedding as possible, so I am actually doing them a favour by going as opposed to the other way around! Anyway, all of my clothes are entirely inappropriate so I am going to have to hope that they make some dress code exceptions for the white girl……..
Aside from all that humdrum stuff, many of you may not know that I am actually living at the foot of an active volcano (30Km away anyway). The topography between Yogya and Gunung Merapi, as the volcano is known, is such that Yogya is more or less protected from everything except the ash that will eventually spew forth. When we first arrived here, it was on a pretty high warning level, maybe two levels from the top. But about 2 weeks ago the threat took a “naik” that is a jump, to the top level. This essentially means that it is only a matter of time before an eruption. However, we have now been waiting so long for it to blow that it’s going to probably be a bit of a let-down when it actually happens. Between terrorism, bird flu, active volcano’s and diplomatic disagreements it is surprising that I manage to live such a peaceful life here really.
Oh and just quickly, wanted to say thanks for the parcels that I got the other day, one from my family and one from Lauren. So nice to get stuff in the mail! Especially with such desperately needed contents!!!!! Oh, and the Bonsai Potato kit from Lauren deserves an extraspecial mention, although I am yet to find a potato suitable to take up the challenge of being cultivated in the Bonsai style. I shall continue searching……….
It’s been a rather strange week. I spent the first part of the week, virtually four full days after I got back from KL, stuck in my kos, sick with flu and some weird fever thing. Took me a while to shake it, but I am on track again now. I rehearsed on Monday and Tuesday night with the ACICIS band that was playing at the closing of the soccer tournament on Wednesday. We practiced in a studio that cost a dollar an hour to rent. So much fun.
Anyway, we performed on Wednesday night. Much to my dismay I had to sing 2 songs in Indonesian as well as Holy Grail by Hunters and Collectors which was of course, far easier. It was all done on a very dodgy PA and I am sure sounded like rubbish, despite the polite support of the watchers! I had a great time, and we are going to start jamming every Monday night. All for fun. I am constantly amazed by the out-of-the-ordinary opportunities that are available to all of us. It’s really up to us how prepared we are to risk looking stupid as to how involved we get in this sort of stuff!
I had more progress tests this week, or as several people call them, regress tests! I think I went ok, but as I have said many times on here, my grades are not a huge concern as long as I pass……
Um, what else? Next week I have made plans with a few ppl to go and climb Mount Bromo in East Java and watch the sunrise. I will then be able to say that I have been to West, Central and East Java which is pretty cool…….
I went to the brand new Cinema in Yogya the other day with Alana, Ben and Sofie and watched Ice Age 2. I strongly protested having to watch a cartoon because I normally don’t like them, but it turned out to be very funny. The cinema costs the equivalent of only $3 so it’s a nice air-conditioned escape from the busy streets of Yogya with the cleanest toilets I have seen here, except for the one’s in that Jakarta nightclub!
Oh and I went to fashion parade last night which featured my friend Esther from ACICIS as a guest model, and five other top indo catwalkers, modelling gorgeous Indonesian style clothes with a modern twist- there were some absolutely gorgeous clothes and Alana and I are looking into ordering something. Some of the fabric was the most beautiful I have seen here. Esther, of course, was gorgeous too.
Tonight I am going with Agnes to a wedding ceremony. I have asked numerous times whether I am invited, to which the answer seems to be “no”, but apparently it is good luck here to have as many people at your wedding as possible, so I am actually doing them a favour by going as opposed to the other way around! Anyway, all of my clothes are entirely inappropriate so I am going to have to hope that they make some dress code exceptions for the white girl……..
Aside from all that humdrum stuff, many of you may not know that I am actually living at the foot of an active volcano (30Km away anyway). The topography between Yogya and Gunung Merapi, as the volcano is known, is such that Yogya is more or less protected from everything except the ash that will eventually spew forth. When we first arrived here, it was on a pretty high warning level, maybe two levels from the top. But about 2 weeks ago the threat took a “naik” that is a jump, to the top level. This essentially means that it is only a matter of time before an eruption. However, we have now been waiting so long for it to blow that it’s going to probably be a bit of a let-down when it actually happens. Between terrorism, bird flu, active volcano’s and diplomatic disagreements it is surprising that I manage to live such a peaceful life here really.
Oh and just quickly, wanted to say thanks for the parcels that I got the other day, one from my family and one from Lauren. So nice to get stuff in the mail! Especially with such desperately needed contents!!!!! Oh, and the Bonsai Potato kit from Lauren deserves an extraspecial mention, although I am yet to find a potato suitable to take up the challenge of being cultivated in the Bonsai style. I shall continue searching……….
Friday, April 28, 2006
Who is that idiot?
I really have no idea who this is.....
Anyway, loads more pictures on the photo stream and more to come. Using up my quota before the month is over!~
Anyway, loads more pictures on the photo stream and more to come. Using up my quota before the month is over!~
In front of the Travelling Library (perpustakaan keliling)!
I forgot to mention what I did on Monday!
I went out with USC-Satunama the NGO where I volunteer to the villages in the Parangtritis area. We went with the travelling library which lends out books to poor schools in the desa area (village).
I got to teach the kids in one class Old McDonald had a farm (they were very good at eeii eeii oh!), and also met the Principal of the school. On the way back we stopped off to meet the head of the village government which is the lowest level of govt, in Indonesia! Very interesting day!
I went out with USC-Satunama the NGO where I volunteer to the villages in the Parangtritis area. We went with the travelling library which lends out books to poor schools in the desa area (village).
I got to teach the kids in one class Old McDonald had a farm (they were very good at eeii eeii oh!), and also met the Principal of the school. On the way back we stopped off to meet the head of the village government which is the lowest level of govt, in Indonesia! Very interesting day!
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Short of Time?- Use Dot Point Form
Well as we speak I am sitting in the Garuda Executive Lounge at JKT airport- gratis- because they cancelled both my flights in the last three days- that is the one to KL and the one from KL. I have had to stop in JKT on both legs of the journey. So they are sending me home from here in Business class.
Anyway KL was fantastic, mainly because I got to catch up with very dear family friends there. Although 2 nights and one day was hardly enough to make an assessment about KL itself, the shopping was rather good. I will post photo's when I am back in Yogya.
The last week has been out of control busy, hence I am going to use dot points to summarise cos all was interesting. Will also be posting loads of photo's before the end of April so keep an eye out y'all.
LastFriday- The famed DJ Tiesto CANCELLED, I REPEAT CANCELLED, his show here for a variety of reasons- extremists threatening to demonstrate, no permit obtained to use the beach for a rave, alternative venue too small etc. So we all drove an hour down to the beach only to find that we had to head back to Yogya very quickly to Hugo's the posited alternative venue which Tiesto took one look at and said "erm, no". Massive disappointment. We had all been looking forward to it for weeks!
Saturday- It was Sandy's bday! Aq homesick banget! First time I have been homesick- but it passed quickly. Fortunately.
Sunday- Mass Kos picnic to Prambanan. So much fun. We all paid about $1.50 each, and that included food transport and games. But possible the most hilarious bit was when we were on the way home. The car I was in decided to partake in a little corruption and use some of the left over money on an hour of karaoke! So now half the kos can't tell the other half about the karaoke! Aduh!
Tuesday- To KL. Direct flight from Yogya cancelled. Lots of waiting. Arrive in KL to find my hotel very luxurious. A true 5 star. Massive bed. HOT WATER. Nice pool! Sharon, Derek, Kim and Jase arrived later that night!
Wednesday- Good breakfast! Visit to Petronas twin towers- pretty cool, pretty big too! Lots of shopping, mainly because a tropical storm in the arvo ruled out the possibility of swimming. Evening swim after the storm. Drinks in the lounge bar. Exquisite Japanese food in the hotel for dinner. Sleep.
Today- Wasted day of crap travelling, cancelled flights etc etc. At least i get business class on the way home.
Anyway, the photo's will be far more interesting than this mundane commentary. I will post them ASAP with comments!
Anyway KL was fantastic, mainly because I got to catch up with very dear family friends there. Although 2 nights and one day was hardly enough to make an assessment about KL itself, the shopping was rather good. I will post photo's when I am back in Yogya.
The last week has been out of control busy, hence I am going to use dot points to summarise cos all was interesting. Will also be posting loads of photo's before the end of April so keep an eye out y'all.
LastFriday- The famed DJ Tiesto CANCELLED, I REPEAT CANCELLED, his show here for a variety of reasons- extremists threatening to demonstrate, no permit obtained to use the beach for a rave, alternative venue too small etc. So we all drove an hour down to the beach only to find that we had to head back to Yogya very quickly to Hugo's the posited alternative venue which Tiesto took one look at and said "erm, no". Massive disappointment. We had all been looking forward to it for weeks!
Saturday- It was Sandy's bday! Aq homesick banget! First time I have been homesick- but it passed quickly. Fortunately.
Sunday- Mass Kos picnic to Prambanan. So much fun. We all paid about $1.50 each, and that included food transport and games. But possible the most hilarious bit was when we were on the way home. The car I was in decided to partake in a little corruption and use some of the left over money on an hour of karaoke! So now half the kos can't tell the other half about the karaoke! Aduh!
Tuesday- To KL. Direct flight from Yogya cancelled. Lots of waiting. Arrive in KL to find my hotel very luxurious. A true 5 star. Massive bed. HOT WATER. Nice pool! Sharon, Derek, Kim and Jase arrived later that night!
Wednesday- Good breakfast! Visit to Petronas twin towers- pretty cool, pretty big too! Lots of shopping, mainly because a tropical storm in the arvo ruled out the possibility of swimming. Evening swim after the storm. Drinks in the lounge bar. Exquisite Japanese food in the hotel for dinner. Sleep.
Today- Wasted day of crap travelling, cancelled flights etc etc. At least i get business class on the way home.
Anyway, the photo's will be far more interesting than this mundane commentary. I will post them ASAP with comments!
Saturday, April 22, 2006
Happy Birthday to my Biggest Little Bro
Just want to use my soap box to send out an early birthday message to my brother Sandy. Wish I was there for your party tonight bro. :-( Have a good one.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Pre-Match Pleasantries
This week has been madly busy- checkpoint meetings, sick ppl going home, parties, tonight is the Tiesto concert, but possibly most importantly- there was an INCULS osccer match at Stadium UGM on Wednesday in which a motley crue of Aussie's who had never played in their lives, joined forces with an Austrian and a wiry East Timorese (Cipi's boyf) to lose 5-0 to a combined Turkey-Japan squad. Naaaasty. But hilarious. About 200 ppl came to watch.Very embarrassing!!!!
I got my exams back this week, and while the marks weren't nearly as nice as those from the tests, no gagal's, that is fails! So i was pleased!
Also- I am going to Kuala Lumpur next week for 2 nights to see Sharon, Derek, Kim and Jase. Weeoeooheeew!
Anyway, I promise a better update next week when I have more the 2 seconds to spare. Aq sibuk banget!!!! Dah!
I got my exams back this week, and while the marks weren't nearly as nice as those from the tests, no gagal's, that is fails! So i was pleased!
Also- I am going to Kuala Lumpur next week for 2 nights to see Sharon, Derek, Kim and Jase. Weeoeooheeew!
Anyway, I promise a better update next week when I have more the 2 seconds to spare. Aq sibuk banget!!!! Dah!
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Kalian dimana?
Aq tidak suka menulis blog ini kalo tak dibaca gituloh. Aku sedang merasa seperti aku dibuang waktu kalo kalian tidak menulis kommentar. Menulis aja dong!
I don't like writing this blog if no-one reads it you know. I feel like I am wasting my time when all of you don't write comments. Just write!
I don't like writing this blog if no-one reads it you know. I feel like I am wasting my time when all of you don't write comments. Just write!
Thursday, April 13, 2006
A Cerca Shaped Hole in the Universe, or, 8 Hours of Vomit (whichever u prefer)
Sorry, it took me a day longer than I expected to complete this post. Back on kampus after a 10 day break, homework to do (irritatingly enough), a very untidy room to clean up and many lost hours of sleep to catch up on.
Anyway, so I resume at the point where we had just driven away from the porn hotel on the way to Riskhy’s house. We were really very fortunate to be able to stay there. Not only is it in one of Jakarta’s best areas, it meant that we saved a packet on cabs cos Riskhy kindly drove us all around everywhere. His parents were also lovely, and took care of me when I had my acute bout of gut trouble. But I am getting ahead of myself.
Anyway, we headed out that night to sample the JKT nightlife, eating dinner at Chitos a big place full of loads of different very nice restaraunts. I ate some kind of noodle dish, which pleasantly I saw splattered on the ground later in the evening. But once more, I digress.
After that we hit up a place called Gillians, which is a billiard hall cum bar cum strip club. I was rather appalled to hear after we had been there for about an hour that Alana and I were to be cleared off the dance floor to make way for the “sexy dancers”. I have seen these supposed “sexy dancers” in Yogya, different ones of course, and apart from a few suggestive moves there ain’t much to see. The JKT breed on the other hand actually remove the vast majority of their clothes. You should see the Indonesian men. They love it. Come to think of it Ben and Daniel didn’t seem to mind to much either.
Anyway, that was soon over at which point I decided I was going to take it easy, mainly because of suspicious grumbling noises in my stomach and a general feeling of yuckiness. We moved on to a club called Vertigo which was hot, hot, hot. Two floors, the top floor dance and electro, and the bottom floor, R & B. It cost a ridiculous 85 thousand rupiah ($13) to get in (in Yogya we usually wheedle our way in for free) but that included a free drink of choice. I chose a vodka and gave it to Alana. By this time my gut was feeling as though someone was twisting knives inside it, and my friends were getting progressively more tiddly. I foresaw problems.
Anyway, I managed to dance for about half an hour, during which time I saw a THIRD actor from that same film “Mengejar Matahari” but was worried I might vomit on him if I spoke to him so I didn’t get a picture. Anyway, we decided to check out the R & B floor. The music down there was better and I managed a few more dances. Alana then used the power of bule to get us a reserved sitting area which usually requires a very expensive bottle of alcohol to be opened before seating rights are obtained. We got to go and sit there free. Unfortunately there was a bit of a mental case sitting there- a Chinese Australian called Andy, who according to him, is employed by the Australian Embassy and was accompanied by 2 bodyguards. I say he is full of it. We were then presented by him, with a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue label, which I believe is the best one you can get and had set crazy mental Andy back about $550. The connoisseurs among you will be appalled to hear I could barely manage one sip, such was the problem with my stomach. I had to SMS Ben who was upstairs to come down and drink it so that it wouldn’t be wasted. The following hours unfolded as follows. My friends partaking in absurdly expensive whisky with a nutcase while I became progressively more concerned about when, not if, I was going to throw up. In the middle of all this, a member of the Indonesian mafia, 19 years old and proudly bragging to have spent 9 million rupiah in one night ($1300?) decided to join us. He is apparently linked to the Suharto family and is related to one of Riskhy’s ex’s. He shook my hand twice and crushed it twice. I have a firm handshake, so he obviously felt the need to exert his 19 year old “something-to-prove” masculinity on my hand, twice. I was highly impressed by his strength, as I am sure you can imagine, but refrained from telling him so because he was accompanied by 9 body guards. 9! Anyway, around this time I ran to the toilet and am pleased to say they were the cleanest toilets I have ever seen, except maybe in Japan, and every cubicle had a 20th floor view of Jakarta. Alas, I couldn’t appreciate the view too well. But no vomit yet.
Anyway, by the time I left the toilet, Andy and mafia boy had become acquainted and discovered a mutual dislike for each other. Ben pointed out that there was likely to be a war. I just wanted to leave and curl up in a corner and die. Anyway, eventually we left the two mental cases and their 11 bodyguards to discuss their differences, but not before I had to fake vomiting to make Andy leave us alone. It sounds crazy, but as the member of our party with most perspective and no alcohol in my system, it was pretty mild.
Anyway, we stopped at Circle K (like 7-11) on the way home to get water, and as I was processing my transaction finally had to submit to the urge to vomit. There were my noodles at my feet. Gross. We got home eventually, Riskhy’s mum was already awake to read the Koran and go for her morning walk (it was about 5am) and we fell into bed. I then proceeded to vomit continuously until 8.30am. Riskhy’s mum checked on me around that time, and to my retrospective delight I managed to speak some relatively complicated Indonesian in response to her question about whether I needed to go to the Dr, all this off no sleep and a continuing urge to vomit. Something along the lines of “lets wait until the afternoon, if I am still sick then it’s relatively likely that the cause is not the food I ate yesterday, so at that time maybe we should think about going to the Doctor.” Of course, I have no-one to verify that it was correct, but she seemed to understand me!
Anyway, after that action packed evening and no sleep, I decided to pass on the opportunity to go shopping in the famous JKT malls with the others and slept all day to sleep off the bug. Riskhy’s parents got the maid to make me some plain porridge which was the best thing I could have eaten. Substance without flavour. Remember that.
Later that night I was feeling much better, and the others, in contradiction of their earlier promise for a “quiet one” decided JKT clubs it was once more. I decided to join them for dinner and then go home after that. Riskhy’s friend Ferri promised to drop me home. As it turned out, Risky plays guitar in a band that includes a pretty famous singer here. They are a funk-lounge group who were playing their second show at the Four Seasons bar. Hot ticket kids. That place has launched another famous Indo band called Maliq & d’Essentials, and if my ears have any credibility they might launch another. We watched them until midnight. That was the point where I was meant to go home, but having had a very lazy day, probably my laziest so far in Indo, I decided to join the others to another place called “Cerca”, a Moulin Rouge-esque lounge bar club thingo on the 47th floor of some building or other. Now Ben, Daniel, Alana and I all agree it is the coolest place we have ever been. It had beds (see the photo stream) and velvet high-backed chairs, velvet curtains draped everywhere and of course an absolutely fantastic view of JKT. The music was great (not the same trance you hear everywhere) and I met some more cool friends of Riskhy, all whom have studied in Oz and or speak great English. Unfortunately, for some stupid reason, that place is closing down and the night we were there was the last night. I am sure it will re-open, if not it is going to leave a big “cerca” shaped hole in the Universe that will need to be filled with something equally cool (my apologies to Arundhati Roy- those of u who have read God of Small Things know what I am on about). After that, we went to a place called Wonder Bar, which was less cool but had fantastic décor. At that point, I discovered an untapped source of energy, possibly in my elbow or little toe, and proceeded to amuse my friends by dancing for the next couple of hours.
Anyway, no mafia or overly rich mental people that night, but it was still a good night. I was especially surprised by my stamina given the previous night and morning. I attribute my success to the porridge.
The next day Ben and Daniel were off to Bandung, leaving Alana and I to lunch with Riskhy’s parents. My goodness, what lovely people. They bought us lunch and took us to our mall of choice for a good look at the shops. At this point let me just tell u something about JKT. It is a very hot place. It is dirty, but I have seen worse. In one place you see extreme poverty and fabulous wealth butted up against each other, literally next door. It’s main attraction is for business people, people who want to try and make their fortune, and for people who like clubbing and shopping. For people my age Jakarta is massive malls, (like eNoRmOuS malls) and a wide range of clubs.
That last day I sample both. I got some nice new sandles, finally in bule size and a cute little purple shrug from Zara, as well as some CD’s. JKT prices didn’t fit my budget, so thank goodness for my little credit card.
Anyway, I am going to cut this post short cos there are a bunch of people waiting to read this at my house in Australia. Hello Shaz, Dirk, Kim, Jase, Narn, Pop, Ma, Da, Nanoo, Chonnie, Gaborigine, Lennon, and anyone that I just forgot. Miss you all!! Enjoy the photo’s and don’t worry, everything here is going just fine! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Anyway, so I resume at the point where we had just driven away from the porn hotel on the way to Riskhy’s house. We were really very fortunate to be able to stay there. Not only is it in one of Jakarta’s best areas, it meant that we saved a packet on cabs cos Riskhy kindly drove us all around everywhere. His parents were also lovely, and took care of me when I had my acute bout of gut trouble. But I am getting ahead of myself.
Anyway, we headed out that night to sample the JKT nightlife, eating dinner at Chitos a big place full of loads of different very nice restaraunts. I ate some kind of noodle dish, which pleasantly I saw splattered on the ground later in the evening. But once more, I digress.
After that we hit up a place called Gillians, which is a billiard hall cum bar cum strip club. I was rather appalled to hear after we had been there for about an hour that Alana and I were to be cleared off the dance floor to make way for the “sexy dancers”. I have seen these supposed “sexy dancers” in Yogya, different ones of course, and apart from a few suggestive moves there ain’t much to see. The JKT breed on the other hand actually remove the vast majority of their clothes. You should see the Indonesian men. They love it. Come to think of it Ben and Daniel didn’t seem to mind to much either.
Anyway, that was soon over at which point I decided I was going to take it easy, mainly because of suspicious grumbling noises in my stomach and a general feeling of yuckiness. We moved on to a club called Vertigo which was hot, hot, hot. Two floors, the top floor dance and electro, and the bottom floor, R & B. It cost a ridiculous 85 thousand rupiah ($13) to get in (in Yogya we usually wheedle our way in for free) but that included a free drink of choice. I chose a vodka and gave it to Alana. By this time my gut was feeling as though someone was twisting knives inside it, and my friends were getting progressively more tiddly. I foresaw problems.
Anyway, I managed to dance for about half an hour, during which time I saw a THIRD actor from that same film “Mengejar Matahari” but was worried I might vomit on him if I spoke to him so I didn’t get a picture. Anyway, we decided to check out the R & B floor. The music down there was better and I managed a few more dances. Alana then used the power of bule to get us a reserved sitting area which usually requires a very expensive bottle of alcohol to be opened before seating rights are obtained. We got to go and sit there free. Unfortunately there was a bit of a mental case sitting there- a Chinese Australian called Andy, who according to him, is employed by the Australian Embassy and was accompanied by 2 bodyguards. I say he is full of it. We were then presented by him, with a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue label, which I believe is the best one you can get and had set crazy mental Andy back about $550. The connoisseurs among you will be appalled to hear I could barely manage one sip, such was the problem with my stomach. I had to SMS Ben who was upstairs to come down and drink it so that it wouldn’t be wasted. The following hours unfolded as follows. My friends partaking in absurdly expensive whisky with a nutcase while I became progressively more concerned about when, not if, I was going to throw up. In the middle of all this, a member of the Indonesian mafia, 19 years old and proudly bragging to have spent 9 million rupiah in one night ($1300?) decided to join us. He is apparently linked to the Suharto family and is related to one of Riskhy’s ex’s. He shook my hand twice and crushed it twice. I have a firm handshake, so he obviously felt the need to exert his 19 year old “something-to-prove” masculinity on my hand, twice. I was highly impressed by his strength, as I am sure you can imagine, but refrained from telling him so because he was accompanied by 9 body guards. 9! Anyway, around this time I ran to the toilet and am pleased to say they were the cleanest toilets I have ever seen, except maybe in Japan, and every cubicle had a 20th floor view of Jakarta. Alas, I couldn’t appreciate the view too well. But no vomit yet.
Anyway, by the time I left the toilet, Andy and mafia boy had become acquainted and discovered a mutual dislike for each other. Ben pointed out that there was likely to be a war. I just wanted to leave and curl up in a corner and die. Anyway, eventually we left the two mental cases and their 11 bodyguards to discuss their differences, but not before I had to fake vomiting to make Andy leave us alone. It sounds crazy, but as the member of our party with most perspective and no alcohol in my system, it was pretty mild.
Anyway, we stopped at Circle K (like 7-11) on the way home to get water, and as I was processing my transaction finally had to submit to the urge to vomit. There were my noodles at my feet. Gross. We got home eventually, Riskhy’s mum was already awake to read the Koran and go for her morning walk (it was about 5am) and we fell into bed. I then proceeded to vomit continuously until 8.30am. Riskhy’s mum checked on me around that time, and to my retrospective delight I managed to speak some relatively complicated Indonesian in response to her question about whether I needed to go to the Dr, all this off no sleep and a continuing urge to vomit. Something along the lines of “lets wait until the afternoon, if I am still sick then it’s relatively likely that the cause is not the food I ate yesterday, so at that time maybe we should think about going to the Doctor.” Of course, I have no-one to verify that it was correct, but she seemed to understand me!
Anyway, after that action packed evening and no sleep, I decided to pass on the opportunity to go shopping in the famous JKT malls with the others and slept all day to sleep off the bug. Riskhy’s parents got the maid to make me some plain porridge which was the best thing I could have eaten. Substance without flavour. Remember that.
Later that night I was feeling much better, and the others, in contradiction of their earlier promise for a “quiet one” decided JKT clubs it was once more. I decided to join them for dinner and then go home after that. Riskhy’s friend Ferri promised to drop me home. As it turned out, Risky plays guitar in a band that includes a pretty famous singer here. They are a funk-lounge group who were playing their second show at the Four Seasons bar. Hot ticket kids. That place has launched another famous Indo band called Maliq & d’Essentials, and if my ears have any credibility they might launch another. We watched them until midnight. That was the point where I was meant to go home, but having had a very lazy day, probably my laziest so far in Indo, I decided to join the others to another place called “Cerca”, a Moulin Rouge-esque lounge bar club thingo on the 47th floor of some building or other. Now Ben, Daniel, Alana and I all agree it is the coolest place we have ever been. It had beds (see the photo stream) and velvet high-backed chairs, velvet curtains draped everywhere and of course an absolutely fantastic view of JKT. The music was great (not the same trance you hear everywhere) and I met some more cool friends of Riskhy, all whom have studied in Oz and or speak great English. Unfortunately, for some stupid reason, that place is closing down and the night we were there was the last night. I am sure it will re-open, if not it is going to leave a big “cerca” shaped hole in the Universe that will need to be filled with something equally cool (my apologies to Arundhati Roy- those of u who have read God of Small Things know what I am on about). After that, we went to a place called Wonder Bar, which was less cool but had fantastic décor. At that point, I discovered an untapped source of energy, possibly in my elbow or little toe, and proceeded to amuse my friends by dancing for the next couple of hours.
Anyway, no mafia or overly rich mental people that night, but it was still a good night. I was especially surprised by my stamina given the previous night and morning. I attribute my success to the porridge.
The next day Ben and Daniel were off to Bandung, leaving Alana and I to lunch with Riskhy’s parents. My goodness, what lovely people. They bought us lunch and took us to our mall of choice for a good look at the shops. At this point let me just tell u something about JKT. It is a very hot place. It is dirty, but I have seen worse. In one place you see extreme poverty and fabulous wealth butted up against each other, literally next door. It’s main attraction is for business people, people who want to try and make their fortune, and for people who like clubbing and shopping. For people my age Jakarta is massive malls, (like eNoRmOuS malls) and a wide range of clubs.
That last day I sample both. I got some nice new sandles, finally in bule size and a cute little purple shrug from Zara, as well as some CD’s. JKT prices didn’t fit my budget, so thank goodness for my little credit card.
Anyway, I am going to cut this post short cos there are a bunch of people waiting to read this at my house in Australia. Hello Shaz, Dirk, Kim, Jase, Narn, Pop, Ma, Da, Nanoo, Chonnie, Gaborigine, Lennon, and anyone that I just forgot. Miss you all!! Enjoy the photo’s and don’t worry, everything here is going just fine! xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
Jalan Braga- Bandung
This is me in Bandung! This was the old heart of the city in Dutch times, the cosmopolitan shopping strip. Now it is the seedy touristy bit with lots of bars, clubs and eateries, including a very nice Japanese place where Alana and I ate Sashimi!
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
WEst JaVa WhirLwiNd!
Hello out there! I am pleased to announce that I have not disappeared, I have just returned from a rather frantic tour of the major cities of West Java, being Bandung and Jakarta, with Alana. Oh my goodness. What a whirlwind excursion it has been.
First some pressing turtle business. I had settled upon the interim name Richard Parker, and upon reading your suggestions last night had decided to go with my Pop’s suggestion, Maximillion. The unfortunate thing is, that I awoke this morning to the news that little Maxi passed away over night. I left him in the able hands of Ibu Kos and family while I was away, but it seems his indifference to food finally caught up with him……. So kasihan Maximillion. I will bury him tomorrow.
Anyway, back to the other stuff. Alana and I, idiotically caught an overnight train from Yogya to Bandung (Paris in Indonesia apparently) which arrived at 5.30am. We were freezing on the train because we went in the best class (which is A-V-E-R-A-G-E) but the AC was overly effective. The also didn’t turn the lights off on the train so I arrived having had about half an hours sleep. We then checked into a hotel right next to the hotel to sleep for 3 hours. I never want to see that establishment again. It cost about $8 so u can guess what it was like.
We then moved to a different hotel which had hot water (luxury, given that in my kos I wash with cold water from a bucket) and was well-placed. As the principal reason for heading to Bandung was to shop, we hit the outlets at about 1pm and spent about 5 hours shopping. While out we happened upon this funky little t-shirt boutique (Bandung has loads of amazing t-shirt designers) and met a bunch of really nice people. They just opened the shop and were talking to us for ages. In the end we made plans to go out with them the following night after another day of shopping.
The next day, on the advice of Adul, one of the guys, we went out to this big market about 30 minutes out of Bandung, but what our understanding of the place hadn’t included was that it was all second hand clothes. We couldn’t be bothered picking through the rubbish but we did chance upon a scarf shop where we bought 5 scarves for about $3.
We then went to Jalan Cihampelas which is a street full of shops selling jeans of every description for about $20 a pair. The feature of this street is that nearly every shop has a big cheesy statue out front- see the photo stream for me in front of Rambo. We also went to Jalan Cibaduyut which is shoes street- I was looking for a fake pair of yellow Asics Tigers that I have wanted for ages ( I saw a really good copy in Yogya) but I couldn’t find em and ended up with a pair of $2 sandles for Uni. Their main function is to stop me wearing out all my other shoes on the Yogya streets.
Anyway we received an SMS from Arinda telling us to come to the shop that night before going out with our new pals. We arrived at the shop at about 9pm to find that it was the official launch or as they call them here “soft opening (!)” of the shop and there was a DJ playing in the shop and lots of drinks from the café upstairs. Crazy stuff. We were dancing in a little t-shirt shop. Anyway they then took us to a bar on the top of a hill (Bandung is surrounded by hills) and we ordered an unusual concoction of beer, vodka and energy drink for everyone and proceeded to drink that while listening to The Smiths. I rather enjoyed that. We ended the night with a visit to a midnight warung in the middle of Bandung and ate a bunch of yummy food before going home to sleep.
The next day we did a little bit more last minute shopping then jumped on the train to Jakarta. The train ride was rather hair-raising as much of it was on tracks suspended 100 metres in the air of dense jungle. I shut the curtain and pretended I was on Swiss-engineered tracks rather than Indo ones……
Anyway we arrived late to Jakarta and were collected from the station by Ben, Daniel and Riskhy, Ben’s Indonesian friend who studied in Sydney for 5 years. We had a two hour intro to Jakarta traffic which was nice (?) in which time we got to know Riskhy. Anyway, turns out they had found a cheapish hotel for us just near Riskhy’s house……..which was going to be cheap enough for me and Alana. We pulled in there and immediately alarm bells started ringing in my head. There was no apparent reception, every room had a carport and there was no-one around. We got out and waited for one of the staff to come over to us, at which point we found out that it was a hotel where you “pay for 6 hours at a time” if you hear what I am saying. We checked out one of the rooms for a laugh. It looked like an amateur porn set, complete with velvet couch, mirrors on the roof and a see thru bathroom wall. We were in absolute hysterics that this was the best hotel the boys had managed to find us! Anyway, fortunately for us, Riskhy just asked us to stay at his home with his family, which turned out to be far better than any hotel we could have afforded in Jakarta anyway.
Ok, my eyes are shutting, I will resume this tirade tomorrow! With stories about the Indonesian mafia, drinking $500 whisky, a nightclub with beds in it and my first bout of “sakit perut” that is, sick stomach, which struck me in J-town!
First some pressing turtle business. I had settled upon the interim name Richard Parker, and upon reading your suggestions last night had decided to go with my Pop’s suggestion, Maximillion. The unfortunate thing is, that I awoke this morning to the news that little Maxi passed away over night. I left him in the able hands of Ibu Kos and family while I was away, but it seems his indifference to food finally caught up with him……. So kasihan Maximillion. I will bury him tomorrow.
Anyway, back to the other stuff. Alana and I, idiotically caught an overnight train from Yogya to Bandung (Paris in Indonesia apparently) which arrived at 5.30am. We were freezing on the train because we went in the best class (which is A-V-E-R-A-G-E) but the AC was overly effective. The also didn’t turn the lights off on the train so I arrived having had about half an hours sleep. We then checked into a hotel right next to the hotel to sleep for 3 hours. I never want to see that establishment again. It cost about $8 so u can guess what it was like.
We then moved to a different hotel which had hot water (luxury, given that in my kos I wash with cold water from a bucket) and was well-placed. As the principal reason for heading to Bandung was to shop, we hit the outlets at about 1pm and spent about 5 hours shopping. While out we happened upon this funky little t-shirt boutique (Bandung has loads of amazing t-shirt designers) and met a bunch of really nice people. They just opened the shop and were talking to us for ages. In the end we made plans to go out with them the following night after another day of shopping.
The next day, on the advice of Adul, one of the guys, we went out to this big market about 30 minutes out of Bandung, but what our understanding of the place hadn’t included was that it was all second hand clothes. We couldn’t be bothered picking through the rubbish but we did chance upon a scarf shop where we bought 5 scarves for about $3.
We then went to Jalan Cihampelas which is a street full of shops selling jeans of every description for about $20 a pair. The feature of this street is that nearly every shop has a big cheesy statue out front- see the photo stream for me in front of Rambo. We also went to Jalan Cibaduyut which is shoes street- I was looking for a fake pair of yellow Asics Tigers that I have wanted for ages ( I saw a really good copy in Yogya) but I couldn’t find em and ended up with a pair of $2 sandles for Uni. Their main function is to stop me wearing out all my other shoes on the Yogya streets.
Anyway we received an SMS from Arinda telling us to come to the shop that night before going out with our new pals. We arrived at the shop at about 9pm to find that it was the official launch or as they call them here “soft opening (!)” of the shop and there was a DJ playing in the shop and lots of drinks from the café upstairs. Crazy stuff. We were dancing in a little t-shirt shop. Anyway they then took us to a bar on the top of a hill (Bandung is surrounded by hills) and we ordered an unusual concoction of beer, vodka and energy drink for everyone and proceeded to drink that while listening to The Smiths. I rather enjoyed that. We ended the night with a visit to a midnight warung in the middle of Bandung and ate a bunch of yummy food before going home to sleep.
The next day we did a little bit more last minute shopping then jumped on the train to Jakarta. The train ride was rather hair-raising as much of it was on tracks suspended 100 metres in the air of dense jungle. I shut the curtain and pretended I was on Swiss-engineered tracks rather than Indo ones……
Anyway we arrived late to Jakarta and were collected from the station by Ben, Daniel and Riskhy, Ben’s Indonesian friend who studied in Sydney for 5 years. We had a two hour intro to Jakarta traffic which was nice (?) in which time we got to know Riskhy. Anyway, turns out they had found a cheapish hotel for us just near Riskhy’s house……..which was going to be cheap enough for me and Alana. We pulled in there and immediately alarm bells started ringing in my head. There was no apparent reception, every room had a carport and there was no-one around. We got out and waited for one of the staff to come over to us, at which point we found out that it was a hotel where you “pay for 6 hours at a time” if you hear what I am saying. We checked out one of the rooms for a laugh. It looked like an amateur porn set, complete with velvet couch, mirrors on the roof and a see thru bathroom wall. We were in absolute hysterics that this was the best hotel the boys had managed to find us! Anyway, fortunately for us, Riskhy just asked us to stay at his home with his family, which turned out to be far better than any hotel we could have afforded in Jakarta anyway.
Ok, my eyes are shutting, I will resume this tirade tomorrow! With stories about the Indonesian mafia, drinking $500 whisky, a nightclub with beds in it and my first bout of “sakit perut” that is, sick stomach, which struck me in J-town!
Sunday, April 02, 2006
Name My Turtle!
Today I went to Dhafi's 2nd birthday party. Dhafi is the son of Tante ("the Aunty") and Om, and it was easily the most decadent 2nd birthday party I have been to. There was an MC, separate menu's for adults and kids, a melted chocolate fountain and every guest received a turtle as they left! A Brazilian turtle no less!
Anyway, I am going to coax all of my closet readers out of the closet by asking for naming suggestions for my turtle.
Tips on turtle care would be appreciated also!!! Heaps of photo's on the other page btw!
Anyway, I am going to coax all of my closet readers out of the closet by asking for naming suggestions for my turtle.
Tips on turtle care would be appreciated also!!! Heaps of photo's on the other page btw!
Friday, March 31, 2006
Agriculture Kidz
This is me earlier today, playing "guest English speaker" at a new discussion group in the Agriculture Faculty. I got to go on a tour of the cows and goats and pigs as a thankyou for my time!!!! He he he! See the photostream- I am not lying!
Anyway, this week has been very busy and I am quite sure that I am fighting some kind of virus right now which has made it just that bit better. Last night went to the opening of a new vego restraunt owned by Wawan's friend. It was all free, and very delicious!
Agnes just got a job this week in PR at the Novotel- it is her first job and she beat heaps of others to get it- congrats cewek! Alana and I got to hang at the Novotel with Ben the other night, paid way too much for a bowl of Carbonara (worth it!) and got to have a swim. We returned the following morning for breakfast which was delicious, fattening and included baked beans! OMG!!! Yay!
What else? Alana got sick so we aren't going to the Gili's (again) cos she has to sit her exams early next week. However we are planning now on hitting up Jakarta and Bandung..... keep listening for a change of plan! He he he.
Anyways, I had better go and think about dinner. Maybe even eat some??
PS- Becky- writing this here cos couldn't get on ur blog- that foto is amazing- and Edinburgh sounds rad. Keep at it m'lovely!
Anyway, this week has been very busy and I am quite sure that I am fighting some kind of virus right now which has made it just that bit better. Last night went to the opening of a new vego restraunt owned by Wawan's friend. It was all free, and very delicious!
Agnes just got a job this week in PR at the Novotel- it is her first job and she beat heaps of others to get it- congrats cewek! Alana and I got to hang at the Novotel with Ben the other night, paid way too much for a bowl of Carbonara (worth it!) and got to have a swim. We returned the following morning for breakfast which was delicious, fattening and included baked beans! OMG!!! Yay!
What else? Alana got sick so we aren't going to the Gili's (again) cos she has to sit her exams early next week. However we are planning now on hitting up Jakarta and Bandung..... keep listening for a change of plan! He he he.
Anyways, I had better go and think about dinner. Maybe even eat some??
PS- Becky- writing this here cos couldn't get on ur blog- that foto is amazing- and Edinburgh sounds rad. Keep at it m'lovely!
Saturday, March 25, 2006
PS
More photo's on the photo stream y'all. You may even be able to notice my haircut..... shaggy mullet but long at the front!
Unanswerable Questions
ts almost 5 oclock here on Saturday night. The weather has been threatening to rain all day. I am sitting on my bed in my kos writing this post waiting for the Lotes Kaki Lima to pass back by the gate to the Kos. A kaki lima is a man with a portable stall that he pushes up and down the streets of yogya selling a variety of different foods and drinks. Lotes is fresh fruit served with a spicy sauce. 2 thousand rupiah. There are also bakso kaki lima (meatball soup), roti kaki lima (bread), Chinese dumpling kaki lima and at night at about 10, a man comes around selling ginger tea and traditional Javanese drinks. Some of them are not too hygienic but the lotes man is fine. It’s all a matter of sensible judgment whether you eat from some of these places.
Anyway, it has been rather a long time since I properly blogged so I will try to catch you up on recent occurrences.
You may recall that last week was progress test chaos? No? Well anyway I had a million tests last week, 2 of them done on less than 5 hours sleep. Nonetheless, my marks were 89, 87 and 82. That’s the only ones I get marks for. I was pleasantly surprised given the minimal amount of time I spend at my desk. Next week is mid semester exams, and I have 6 in one week, including for International Security. However, after that is finished, I am going away with Alana. Hallelujah. We have around 10 days off on last calculation, so I think we are going to hit up the Gili Islands, Lombok and Bali. Depends on how long I can make my (I just ate my lotes, back now!) money last.
So, what else? I spent a sizeable chunk of this week hanging out in the hospital with Ben, who unfortunately had a 3 night stay for some mysterious, as yet undiagnosed, disorder. Initially, the word on the street was that he had typhoid, however, in true Indo style, the diagnosis changed to “belum pasti”, not sure, and on my last information the sickness remains a mystery. The good news is that after 48 hours continuous hydration and some antibiotics he felt much better and was discharged yesterday. His parents have now kindly put him up in a very nice hotel here for a few days.
However, I must say, my experience of the Indo hospital system was pretty good. The nurses were lovely, efficient and attentive and the hospital itself, dare I say it, is probably better than the Modbury Hospital in Adelaide, based on the recent experiences of my family in that place! As far as I can tell, the key to the Indo hospital system is money. If you have it, you get the best care, the nicest room and the swiftest recovery. It you don’t have it, well, essentially you get crammed into a ward with everyone else who has no money and wait your turn. Not unlike the American health system really.
Aside from that, I had my first lesson on a motor bike and got the hang of it after about 15 minutes. But I haven’t tried again, and certainly haven’t gone on the road. Nanti aja. Later!
Last night I went to 2 big Yogya nightclubs which are right next door to each other and which last night had a special event on called “Double Impact”. There were some great DJ’s from Jakarta there and of course, me and the girls were busting it on the dancefloor. We also got to meet Adjo (maybe wrong name!!) another star from that film Mengejar Matahari which had Winky in it (the DJ from a while back!) See photo’s! There were also some models from some dodgy mens magazine there, who were dancing on the bar and making all the men in the room gaga, and much to the delight of the bule boys who were there, they came over to me and the other girls after they finished dancing because they had seen us dancing earlier. They were gorgeous. The lads were in their element! He he he.
So that was a good night. But it is a quiet one for me tonight because of exams next week. A week off clubbing before I go away with Alana. Yay!
And finally, I have realized that I am becoming very good at positing unanswerable questions in this country. For example, why do people always say “hello miss” as I walk down the street, why do I almost always hit my head when I am walking down narrow stairways and why is shoe size 40 different here to in Australia. But my favourite unanswerable question of the day is, how is it that I receive my underwear in neatly ironed piles twice a week and it is never confused with anyone elses, even though there are 20 girls living in my kos? How does the maid know which are my underwear, when she never sees me put it out in the basket? It is an utter mystery. And the reason I am never going to know the answer to that question, is because I am never going to ask!
And with that dear readers, I bid you farewell. Selamat Malam!
Anyway, it has been rather a long time since I properly blogged so I will try to catch you up on recent occurrences.
You may recall that last week was progress test chaos? No? Well anyway I had a million tests last week, 2 of them done on less than 5 hours sleep. Nonetheless, my marks were 89, 87 and 82. That’s the only ones I get marks for. I was pleasantly surprised given the minimal amount of time I spend at my desk. Next week is mid semester exams, and I have 6 in one week, including for International Security. However, after that is finished, I am going away with Alana. Hallelujah. We have around 10 days off on last calculation, so I think we are going to hit up the Gili Islands, Lombok and Bali. Depends on how long I can make my (I just ate my lotes, back now!) money last.
So, what else? I spent a sizeable chunk of this week hanging out in the hospital with Ben, who unfortunately had a 3 night stay for some mysterious, as yet undiagnosed, disorder. Initially, the word on the street was that he had typhoid, however, in true Indo style, the diagnosis changed to “belum pasti”, not sure, and on my last information the sickness remains a mystery. The good news is that after 48 hours continuous hydration and some antibiotics he felt much better and was discharged yesterday. His parents have now kindly put him up in a very nice hotel here for a few days.
However, I must say, my experience of the Indo hospital system was pretty good. The nurses were lovely, efficient and attentive and the hospital itself, dare I say it, is probably better than the Modbury Hospital in Adelaide, based on the recent experiences of my family in that place! As far as I can tell, the key to the Indo hospital system is money. If you have it, you get the best care, the nicest room and the swiftest recovery. It you don’t have it, well, essentially you get crammed into a ward with everyone else who has no money and wait your turn. Not unlike the American health system really.
Aside from that, I had my first lesson on a motor bike and got the hang of it after about 15 minutes. But I haven’t tried again, and certainly haven’t gone on the road. Nanti aja. Later!
Last night I went to 2 big Yogya nightclubs which are right next door to each other and which last night had a special event on called “Double Impact”. There were some great DJ’s from Jakarta there and of course, me and the girls were busting it on the dancefloor. We also got to meet Adjo (maybe wrong name!!) another star from that film Mengejar Matahari which had Winky in it (the DJ from a while back!) See photo’s! There were also some models from some dodgy mens magazine there, who were dancing on the bar and making all the men in the room gaga, and much to the delight of the bule boys who were there, they came over to me and the other girls after they finished dancing because they had seen us dancing earlier. They were gorgeous. The lads were in their element! He he he.
So that was a good night. But it is a quiet one for me tonight because of exams next week. A week off clubbing before I go away with Alana. Yay!
And finally, I have realized that I am becoming very good at positing unanswerable questions in this country. For example, why do people always say “hello miss” as I walk down the street, why do I almost always hit my head when I am walking down narrow stairways and why is shoe size 40 different here to in Australia. But my favourite unanswerable question of the day is, how is it that I receive my underwear in neatly ironed piles twice a week and it is never confused with anyone elses, even though there are 20 girls living in my kos? How does the maid know which are my underwear, when she never sees me put it out in the basket? It is an utter mystery. And the reason I am never going to know the answer to that question, is because I am never going to ask!
And with that dear readers, I bid you farewell. Selamat Malam!
one of the models from hugo's
this is a cool photo don't you think??! can u understand why the boys were in their element now?
Bintang Film "Movie Star"
This is Esther and I with Adjo! He was in the same film as Winky (see previous entries)- he was the character who died. Kasihandeh!
This is a kaki lima
I took this pic ages ago, but it helps explain what I was talking about in the post!
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