Aduh aku bingung!

Oh I’m confused! Life in Indonesia provides many moments where you just think, “what the…?”. Some interesting situations arrive in a country so steeped in tradition and old world ideals; dealing with modernisation and increased technology. Here are a few early observations of what we’ve noticed and noted so far, perhaps a brief guide if any of you end up in Central Java – lost, confused and bemused.

– It’s perfectly permissible to ride or drive in to incoming traffic provided your indicator is on.

– Motorbikes act as family sedans, work utes and people movers – often loaded with numerous people and goods; think gas canisters, sheets of glass and chickens.

– Distance is somewhat distorted. Indonesians hate walking. Everyone thinks I’m completely mad for walking to the shops (about 1km), that’s becak territory. Anything over 2kms away is a motobike trip. Any place longer that 10kms is a day trip requiring comlpex preparations to a place that is a “long way away”.

– There are meetings for everything. Meetings to arrange meetings to discuss previous meetings. Arguably the meetings amount to very little.

– If you have something arranged with a time, place and date – you can almost guarantee it won’t happen.

– Expect long term plans to change dramatically around one hour beforehand. Often for no reason, with no apparent benefit.

– Food is central to EVERYTHING. Much the same way beer is central to amateur football clubs, a meal or snack is tacked on to the end of everything.

– If you tell a person something, expect the entire village to know about it before dusk. Very effective if you want news spread quickly.

– Sugar is added to everything. Lots of sugar. Heaps of it. Tea, bread, anything. Cheese also pops up in unexpected situations.

– Everyone is on Facebook. Even if they have no internet access.

– Everyone has a business card. Even if they don’t really have a job.

– Someone on the street will try to take you to a “special” last minute batik sale. Until they find out you’re not a tourist.

– Indonesian soap operas are overacted, over simplistic and ridiculously trashy. They are also incredibly addictive – I can tell you what has been happening in “Amirah” despite not understanding what they are saying.

– Kissing is far too rude for television. Gratuitous violence is fine.

– The beggars down Jalan Malioboro look better fed than the stall owners.

– Everyone wants to help you. Not everyone is helpful.

– People adore children. So much so they will wrestle yours from you for a hold and a play.  From security guards to pretty shop assistants to taxi drivers. Keep an eye on them, but its been all good so far.

– Wedding rings are worn on your right hand. Your left hand is traditionally only used for, well lets just say your right hand is considered better.

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4 Responses to Aduh aku bingung!

  1. Amanda Tsangarides says:

    Hey Carl,
    I’ve just had a blog marathon and finished here. I must admit, because you write so well, I feel like I can picture the situations. And from my internship in China, i can really relate to your ‘what the?” moments!!
    Keep going back for the brutal coin massage!! I told you it was awesome!!

  2. Liz Jarvis says:

    This is my favourite post so far : ) hehe. Still chuckling.

  3. dita says:

    I am Indonesian, working in NL and engaged to a Dutch. I never understand why my boyfriend always shows tons of question marks (????) in his face whenever we spend holiday in Jogja -and hysterical marks (??!!!!!) for the coin massage . Reading your stories has explained a lot! Well done! 😀

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