Sunday, December 13, 2009
Dreaming on Bali
I must admit I was skeptical. After nine months in Indonesia, I had seen enough of Indonesia to know it’s got more to offer the world than Bali alone. Stories of watching surfers at Dreamland, lounging on the beach Kuta, and soaking in the culture at Ubud left me hopeful, yet skeptical, about Bali’s Island- of-the-Gods reputation.
Well the truth is that Bali did cast a bit of spell. I loved the simple things that felt extravagant. Small woven offerings with petals, food, and fruits lying on the sidewalk in front of store fronts. Plumeria blooms resting between dark stones on pathways.
And then there are the lotus flowers.
One afternoon in Ubud I thought I heard rain, but it was just a bunch of ducks waddling their way through a newly planted rice field, webbed feet and beaks meeting the surface of the water.
After a day of surf and sun we watched a kecak dance peformance, the ocean and a spectacular sunset as the only backdrop.
In Tulamben, east Bali, I went snorkeling off a black stone beach. There in the middle of the coral was a solitary, indigo starfish, perhaps 18 inches in diameter, resting there as if it was waiting for me to show up.
Our break on Bali also felt a bit like coming full circle. Early in April when Todd visited, we passed thru Bali’s airport on our way to nearby Lombok and the Gili Islands. This time we came and stayed. We enjoyed the visit of our friend, Lyndsey. Seeing her felt reminded me of what it felt like begin life in Indonesia.
It’s no secret that beginning life in Indonesia is something I’d like to do over. Rewind and replay. I suppose it’s a good thing that I’ve loved it so much. I finally dreamt in Indonesian on Bali. In the dream I had a brief conversation with some Indonesian women. I told them I was a teacher (for some unknown reason) and I was preparing for my lesson.
The next night, the night before we left Bali, our hippie, Humbolt-dwelling hotel neighbor said “Hey guys, have nice dreams. The dreams here really take you places.” That, or the places here seem like dreams.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
Oleh Oleh
As we near our time to return to the U.S., I think about the things I will remember Indonesia by and what I can share with friends and family upon return. It’s nothing I can really physically take with me or bring to you, as you’d probably expect. Rather, it’s a surplus of moments living in a place I’d never visited a year ago. A place where I now feel at home. Where a life is carved out. Where friends are found. Where my worldview has been met by many others. Ever since June I have dreaded the part where I leave Indonesia; and before that it seemed I had enough time not to think about it yet. While I am looking forward to reunions and resuming life in the U.S., there’s still a loss, a letting go, that awaits. And I am not looking forward to that.
A few days ago we waved goodbye to our friends, Nancye and Paul. They will be away until January, weeks after we return to the U.S. We would wander into their house almost daily and chat for a bit before heading home. You can do that here. It’s a place where doors stay open, where neighborly visits are not the exception, where life is more shared. I will miss that, and I will miss them. It was the first of many goodbyes.
Until it’s time to go, I’ll just try to take in as much as I can. My morning drive over the bridge and up the hill in the photo above brings me by this t-shirt design shop in the photo below. I know it’s cliché, so I won't say it, I’ll let the sign say it for me.
So there you have it--my sentimental post on how I am feeling about leaving Indonesia. I just don’t want to.
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Traveling Companions
First, meet my Patagonia Atom backpack, which features an easy-to-access hp (cell phone) pouch. I don't have to hunt for my phone and I can pretty well guarantee nobody will try to snatch it from beneath my nose. There's an outer slim pocket where I keep my flash drive and flash cards. On the outside I can attach my beach towel, sarong, or extra shirt. The Atom is ideal for getting around by motorbike. I can swing it in front of me when I need to grab my wallet, rather than having to take it off as I would with a backpack with two straps.
My friend Katy sent me a SIGG bottle via Todd. I had decided not to pack my large SIGG because I figured I'd be stuck buying bottles of drinking water. But, as it turns out, we have dispenser in our place so the SIGG has seen its share of Java. It goes to the gym, campus, on day trips, and to restaurants with me.
Before departing, my friend Allison gave us a beautiful lime-green leather journal. It has become my language/field note journal and I am always glad for the times I remember to bring it with me. Looking at my earlier notes reminds me of how much I had yet to learn.
This sarong is a more recent purchase. It's lightweight and versatile and 100% Indonesian.
When it comes to research, my sweet Lenovo netbook has been clutch, as we say in So Cal. It's fallen from overhead storage on a bus and the case is as dirty as my childhood blankie. And, it survives the heat, intense electrical currents, and the daily grind. Yet another plug for Atom (the backpack): the Lenovo fits inside.
Finally, since I can't carry around my exhaustive dictionaries, this pocket dictionary has seen a lot of love in the past few months.
So happy together
Monday, October 12, 2009
Schooling in the Art of Jamu
I buy jamu from a dear friend who makes it and sells it to her network of friends. Yesterday she let me watch her make jamu just in case I can’t kick the addiction when I get back to the U.S.
Ingredients are best purchased at traditional markets in the morning hours. A kilo of turmeric (about 40 cents), a bag of palm sugar cubes (about $1), and a bag of tamarind (about 50 cents). Anti begins by peeling the turmeric the root you see in one of the photos below. She then slices it into pieces and puts it in a strainer. She runs water over it into a large bowl. The sediment which forms is more sticky than glue and apparently is not good to ingest. That’s why she lets it settle overnight. The paste also stains skin and clothes.
Saturday, September 26, 2009
To Borneo and Back
We met some characters throughout our stay in the park. There's Pedro who chased down two females to mate with in the short time we watched him at Camp Leakey. On the dock we met Siswi who was in poor condition because she found some soap and ate it. We saw the suds on her arm. There's Tut who likes to hang out below the dock. See she is older and quite comfortable in the shade there. Princess and her two kids, Putri and Percy, are known as the genius family. Princess can row a boat. And, if you ask her what she wants she will tell you (with her hands) that she would like some water. Then there's Tom. He is the dominant, uncompromising king of Camp Leakey. Everyone knows when Tom is coming because the other male orangutans run the other direction.
These friends put a face to the forest. Sadly, Borneo's forests are rapidly disappearing. A UN report predicts that 98% of the orangutans natural habit will be destroyed by 2022 as a result of illegal logging and palm oil plantations. Deforestation accounts for 20% of the world's green house gas emissions. In Indonesia it accounts for four fifths of all carbon emissions. In addition to articles on deforestation in Borneo, you can also check out the Orangutan Foundation International website for more information.
Here's a slide show of photos from our trip, during which we also celebrated Todd's 30th birthday. The crew celebrated the end of Ramadan, Idul Fitri, aboard the boat.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Beautiful digits
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Ramadan in Photos
Interestingly, while one would think that if all the country’s Muslims are fasting, the demand for food would be at its lowest level of the year. But, last week a newspaper surveyed people in the 10 largest cities in Indonesia and found that most people spend more money on food during Ramadan. I would be interested to know if that was the same for villages. The survey seemed to show people buy more nutritious foods like fruits, vegetables, and snacks to sustain them during the day.
Students selling donuts with ice-cream and sprinkles on top
I also came across a striking group. The majority had bleached hair and looked shall we say, alternative, for Indonesia. They were very friendly and insisted on a photo. As it turns out, this is the staff of Yogya’s most happening night club, Hugo’s. They were also breaking the fast together.
It is considered disrespectful to be seen eating or drinking while people fast. So if restaurants decide to open they often have strategically placed curtains, such as Starbucks in the mall.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
My Alibi
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Guess work
It was earlier this year that I tried this recipe from Giada and I loved it. Since our new place is equipped with a pseudo-oven, I wanted to try to bake something. I asked my landlord to come up to our place and show me how to use the contraption. I didn’t realize that it was as straightforward as putting the box on the burner and then turning the burner on. That’s pretty much all there is to it.
While I had all the right ingredients, I lacked a mixer, measuring tools, a zester, and parchment paper. So in place of such I items I gave the batter a good stir, relied on my best judgment, zested with a sharp knife, and lined the tray with foil. After a few minutes of testing the pseudo-oven, I found a creature baking on one of the sheets. So I gave it another good cleaning before lopping on the ricotta dough.
The end result: zesty, undercooked, lemon pancakes! They typically are much more pillow-like. The pancake-like attribute of this batch probably owes itself to the pseudo-oven. I suspect it does not heat to 375 farenheit, but I’m only guessing.
Monday, August 3, 2009
All Aboard
Monday, July 20, 2009
Enough
On Friday morning I was negotiating a price for a motorbike ride around Malang in east Java. Just before we left, I received a text about the bombings from one of my language instructors. The messages continued throughout the morning and ranged from “It is not humane. We denounce all violence and terrorism. I hope you are always well” to “I’m so sorry, so very very sorry.” While on one hand the attacks were indeed directed at Westerners in light of the choice of hotels and timing, in many ways this feels equally to be an assault on Indonesians.
Just last week I posted about our day at the polls and the relative calm surrounding the election. I was not alone in my optimism regarding Indonesia’s presidential election. As the details of Friday’s bombings surface, it’s not entirely clear to what extent they are related to the election. But, many feel they were a desperate attempt on the part of extremists to call attention to their agenda, an agenda that appeals to few in this country, as the elections have shown. The majority of Indonesians continue to favor secular political life much to the dismay of those who would rather see Indonesia turn away from its history of pluralism toward an Islamic state. To some extent, I suppose the terrorists have succeeded in drawing the attention of the world, yet they don't have what it takes to gain support through legitimate means here. Enough is enough already.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
What the Polls Say
Saturday, June 27, 2009
Tana Toraja: where death meets life
The Torajanese are an ethnic group in south Sulawesi. The name Toraja comes from the Bugis word toriaja meaning "uplands" and connotes "hillbillies" essentially. The Torajanese originally had animistic beliefs, but many of the people are Christian now since Dutch colonization. Some are also Muslims.
Tau tau
Bamboo ladder, enabling placement at greater heights
We were ushered into a pavilion where we ate traditional cakes and drank Torajanese coffee. After awhile we walked around to see the preparations. We saw where they were digging into a rock, preparing a place for her body. We saw men preparing the Torajanese food known as pa’piong, which consists of pork, coconut, and vegetables, placed inside of bamboo and cooked over a fire. We also saw pig intestines, stomach, and a whole pig roasting on a fire--images which I have withheld from this post (available upon request).
Men making pa'piong by stuffing bamboo with the pork mixture. We never figured out why some were wearing helmets.
The next day we saw portions of other funerals. In between our stops we could not get enough of the landscape from our spots on the back of motorbikes. I am convinced the best way to see a country is on the back of a motorbike. Mundane life floats in images of laundry spread across shrubery to dry, children chasing one another and the chickens, men smoking in the shade, a boy leading a buffalo to its water source. The tongkonan are clustered in villages and decorate the landscape. These homes and the rice barns are covered in decorative wood carvings. The more buffalo horns on the front of the house, the higher the status of the family who lives there. We visited a village where we met a woman who invited us into her home. As it turns out, her father had passed away two years prior, so we saw where he was kept in her home.
The bundle behind her is her dad
Later we saw the remnants of 18 buffalo that had been killed. Men were preparing the skins to be sold. The guests were sent home with buffalo meat. It was gory, but it was not unbearable. We saw some boys who toted the hooves around on strings. The buffalo cost anywhere from $400-$9,000. We went to the buffalo market on another day and posed with an albino water buffalo (these are the most expensive).
Tana Toraja is a place unlike any other place I have visited. While its cultural richness has no doubt evolved and perhaps diminished as a result of boom in tourism twenty years ago, it remains other-worldly in many respects.
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
A place called Yogyakarta
I thought I’d post a bit more on this place, and this weekend is a great place to start. It was a quintessential tourist’s weekend in Yogya. On Friday evening my friend Melanie (another Fulbrighter) and I saw the Ramayana Ballet in an open air theatre under a nearly full moon. In the background we could see Prambanan Temple lit in red hues. The performance was mesmerizing between the gamelan, the costumes, the dances, and the absence of dialogue. We had an unexpected intermission due to rain. Melanie and I, along with two other people, were equipped to deal with it. So we stayed in our seats in the empty theatre and from beneath our umbrella we watched men mop off the stage.
Cute kids as rabbits! Photos by Melanie
On Saturday I went with a group of Americans to Borobodur, the local highlands, and to Prambanan. It was my second trip to Borobodur, the world’s largest Buddhist Temple, built approximately in the eighth century A.D. The temple was covered in volcanic ash when Merapi erupted in 1006. At that point the lake that had surrounded it disappeared. It was later uncovered under the direction of Thomas Stamford Raffles.
Photo by Melanie
After lunch we drove up into the highlands, where the temperature is cooler and on a clear day you can see the nearby mountains and Merapi. When Todd visited in April we climbed Merapi, the most active volcano in the archipelago. I’m including a photo taken from Merapi because we were in the vicinity on Saturday, but we did not see this kind of view.
You can read more about the Kraton and how it is positioned to be the center of the universe, situated between Merapi and the South Sea. One of these days I will post on the legends that surround the Kraton. Yogya is certainly feeling like the center of the universe. My aim has been to entice you to see this place for yourself. So who's coming to visit?