Showing posts with label Indonesia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Indonesia. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Home at Last

It was so nice to sleep in my own bed in my own apartment. After traveling for two days, I was able to stay awake until the impressive hour of 8pm before falling into my bed. Before I get lost in the joys of being back in the land of street lights, sidewalks, and Diet Dr. Pepper, I thought I should share the highs and lows of my last week in Indonesia.

I finished my project deliverables! It was after all the reason I was in Indonesia. The last week was a frantic exercise in time management to finish all the edits and formatting on the manuals I was creating, but I was able to get it all done and submitted to my organization before the end of Friday rolled around. It was nice to leave without having any project work needing to be finished.

I was also able to get a couple new experiences in Jakarta before flying out.

View from Sky Bar. 

Interesting art display in Pacific Place mall. 

Cocktail at Potato Head.

Milk shake at Magnum Bar Cafe. 

Dessert at Magnum Bar Cafe.

It is hard to believe now that I am back that 11 weeks have gone by. My apartment looks the same, though a little messier than I thought (I might miss the housekeeping that came with my Kost). I remember my way to the grocery store, though remember that there are crosswalks and sidewalks seems a little harder. If you every get the chance to travel to Indonesia do not pass it up. It is an amazing and diverse country, and there are still many places I hope to explore one day. I just would not suggest Jakarta as a destination. 

Monday, July 30, 2012

Very Volcanic Views

This weekend  I had my last Indonesian travel adventure. In preparation for the 40 hours of travel I have ahead of me, I spent about 12 hours traveling this weekend, so I could glimpse the sunrise at Mt. Bromo. Jessie and I set off early Saturday morning to catch our flight from Jakarta to Surabaya (a city in East Java). At the airport we met up with Lindsey, a friend of Jessie's traveling through Indonesia on her way back to Australia. After an uneventful plane trip we met our driver and started the 4 hour drive up to the hotel at the edge of the Bromo National Park. 

First view of Bromo form the hotel parking lot.

View from the hotel room porch.

Sunset
While I would not recommend the food at the Lava View Lodge, the views more than make up for a not so great dinner and breakfast. At 3:30 the next morning we were awaken to start another hour of traveling up bumpy mountain roads to get to the viewpoint. After an hour standing at the viewpoint, I was complaining about the cold, not a normal occurrence here. However, the views were well worth any minor teeth chattering.

Sunrise

Anak Bromo, Bromo, and Semeru

Anak Bromo, Bromo, and Semeru

Three Angels
After catching the sunrise, it was back down the mountain to cross the sea of sand and climb to the top of Bromo.
Hindu Temple at the base of Bromo

Climbing up Bromo (Lindsey, Jessie, and I)

View into the crater. It is tradition to throw an offering into the crater. 

View looking down at the climb and all the people coming up.

At this point, it was still only 8am so we headed back to the hotel for breakfast and a little rest before starting the drive back to the airport again. At 6pm on Sunday, we finally made it back to the Jakarta airport. If you ever make it to Indonesia, I would  definitely recommend putting Mt. Bromo on your list of things to see.

Thursday, July 19, 2012

Jalan-Jalan for Java

One of the things that has perplexed me the most being in Indonesia is the difficulty in finding coffee. In a nation synonymous with coffee - Java, Sumatra - there is a surprising lack of places which serve actual coffee. By actual coffee I mean coffee that comes from beans and brewed with hot water, not brown granules that dissolve in water. There is an abundance of people selling instant coffee. You can find it at Circle K, little street stalls, and even people riding bicycles with packets decorating the handle bars. However, in my opinion if you are going to have a vice, addiction to coffee, you should enjoy the quality stuff. I don't believe in fake sugar or powdered creamer.

Today, I had enough of the instant coffee. It just was not working, so I took a morning Jalan-Jalan (walk if you haven't remembered your Bahasa from previous posts) to the nearest coffee shop which happens to be about 20 minutes out of my way. The problem with this is that tomorrow I will want a latte again. While I normally would not mind a 20 minute walk, in Jakarta it is a different story. The humidity and pollution quickly make you rethink your journey, especially when you have to wear those clothes at work all day. The traffic makes you question the wisdom of cross streets - just close your eyes, hold out your hand as a barrier, and take the first step (DON'T ACTUALLY CLOSE YOUR EYES). Luckily today there was a little breeze and it didn't seem quite so hot, at least when you were in the shade. That first sip of my ice latte made it worth it, though tomorrow I think I might opt for extra sleep. Needless to say I am counting the days, 17 to be exact, until I am back in Little Rock with my many coffee making appliances.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Question & Answer

About a week ago I sent a classmate a list of questions to answer about their first couple of weeks in Uganda. I got the answers but was also sent my own set of questions to answer. I though I would share the questions and answers. Also if you have a question or two about my experience feel free to let me know.

JK sounds like… TRAFFIC. A symphony of ojeks, baja, and metro mini buses. Don't forget to mix in a liberal amount of car horns for percussion. Ojeks make a typical zooming sound of motorbikes. Baja make lots of put-put sounds as they ply the streets looking for customers. The buses make much louder put-put sounds with the occasional comment yelled as it passes.

JK smells like…many things. Open sewers and trash is the one I notice the most. This is especially true on hot days (all of them) when it has not rained in awhile (which I am usually thankful for because puddles of polluted water are no fun to walk through). On a better note, you will also get the smell of sate, nasi goreng, or soto being cooked at a warung (food stall).

One thing that I have grown to appreciate is…
this is a hard one and it could be taken two ways (something back home or something here). The thing I will have a new appreciation for back home is street signs. It is a little thing but makes a big difference. First, in Jakarta the street signs are opposite to how they are in the states, so it makes finding your way around really difficult. Also they are only on the beginning and ends of streets, so if you come to a street that starts 2 blocks down you will have no street name. It makes getting lost super easy. The thing that I have grown to appreciate here is fruit juice. I will miss it when I get back. Most restaurants serve fresh juices and given the multitude of tropical fruits here they are quite diverse. I could probably make them back home but that would involve a juicer and constantly buying fresh fruit, and I am a little too lazy for that.

Because of my experience here, one thing that I will start doing/making back in the US is…tempeh. You find it at most every meal here. It can be cooked into this sweet crunchy dish or is really good with green beans.

The first non-English phrase I used here was… and the people reacted doing this…

I can't really remember the first phrase in Bahasa I used. The first day or two were a big blur of jet lag and confusion. The first interaction that I can remember was buying my cell phone. In true Laura fashion, I got up early to go purchase my cell phone before work. I think it was my second day of work. The first thing I said was "anda bisa bicara bahasa ingrissi." Do you speak English? The answer was of course no. From there we used charades my calculator on my iphone and a couple other words I knew in bahasa to conclude my transaction. I purchased a lovely cell phone that has the special feature of disco lights. At first, I really disliked the phone but I then figured out how to change the language to English things have improved since then.
 
My favorite word thus far is…
The word that describes Jakarta the best is macet (traffic). The word the is used most of selamat (safe used in greetings, congratulations, good byes ...). My favorite phrase is probably jalan-jalan which means walking or traveling. The security guards next door say it to me every time I leave my kost.

When I pass by (young) kids, they… A) yell bule (white person) or B) ask to take photos with me.

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Hump Day

Today is hump day in more than one way. It is Wednesday. It also the middle of my time in Indonesia. Starting tomorrow I will have been in Indonesia for more days than I have remaining. It is hard to believe that time has gone by so quickly.

The count down begins, 38 days until I return to - my apartment complete with its little kitchen (it has been almost two months since I have baked cookies), the Very Versatile Versa (my car) and my ability to negotiate traffic free Little Rock (never again will I complain about traffic), reliable internet (I will enjoy being able to stream television and having my smart phone back), and of course me friends and family (Aunt MissE - I never doubted that you would remember to pick me up at the airport on August 6).

Muffins
Carmelita Bars


There are also many things that I will miss from my time in Indonesia - fresh juices (pineapple, mango, avocado which I still have to try), the foods (especially the Tahu Kari from my favorite dinner restaurant and tempe and green beans from my favorite lunch spot), and my Indonesian friends.


Nasi Campur

Pineapple Juice at Tanah Lot


Today was also a day for goodbyes. Before coming into work this morning I put my mom in a taxi to head to the airport and then back to the states. She was a little apprehensive about actually making it to the airport. We did have a little mix-up on our way to Bali. I assured her that I had no special ability to ensure that the taxi driver dropped her off at the International Terminal. As I have learned, it is not that the taxi driver is trying to drop you off in the wrong place, they genuinely do not know where they are going. I will miss my mom and travel partner, she has traveled 5 of the 7 continents with me. Though she claims to have traveled to all 7 before me, I still discount a day trip to Morocco as Africa.

Australia
Asia
Antartica