Bule Jatuh di Jamban

November 6, 2015 by Mackenzie

Bule Falls in the Latrine ~ title coined by my fabulous counterpart, Tisia

Once upon a time, there was a bule (foreigner) on an adventure in Indonesia. Some friends invited her on a wisata (excursion) and she happily accepted the invitation. As usual, she had no idea what the day would hold but when they parked the car and walked towards the river she excitedly realized they would be taking a river cruise.

She eagerly got on the kelotok (traditional boat) and settled in. Minutes later, her host asked if she could swim. “Yes…?” she responded. “Mau di atas?” (Do you want to go on top?) they asked. “YES!” and to their surprise she jumped up and crawled to the front of the boat where she quickly hopped up onto the roof. It’s quite common to see Indonesians sitting on top of the boat but her hosts were quite surprised at her eagerness to risk falling in the shit-filled waters in order to sit on the roof.

For an hour, up and then back down the river, she soaked in the sunshine, gulped in the fresh air, and shrieked when someone moved too much below and the boat began to tip violently. Before returning to the dock, her hosts wanted to stop at their extended family’s house and so they steered the boat towards a spot on the riverbank. Like most houses, this one had a rickety bridge over the water that led to a latrine, which emptied right into the river, hence the shit-filled water.

One by one, the hosts crawled to the front of the boat, climbed up the ladder onto the bridge, passed by the latrine, and then crossed over onto the land. The bule waited for last, in order to safely jump off the roof onto the deck of the boat. Her hosts helped her climb up the ladder and then they all proceeded to cross the short distance across the bridge. When climbing up the ladder, the bule had handed her tas (bag) to the host’s daughter and once safely on the bridge, everyone laughed with relief that the bule had successfully ridden Indonesian style on the kelotok. The bule took one step towards land and the girl with her tas, and then, with a splintering crack of rotted wood, her left leg plunged straight through the bridge and suddenly, she was dangling over the shit water, one leg on the bridge, and the left half of her body, up to her waist, dangling inches above the water.

The women screamed, the men yelled, and the bule started laughing. She was hauled up and out, and carefully directed across the rest of the bridge and onto dry land. Her heart was pounding but she was laughing at her luck – she made it off the roof of the boat but the damn bridge still had to have its say.

That hole was not there previously…

Terrified to cross back over

Obviously I am the bule in this story. I now have substantial battle wounds to prove it. From the land I was escorted into the house where, despite my protests that I was fine (I wasn’t, my leg was throbbing), the women hiked up my skirt and examined my leg. At first, it didn’t look that bad. A few scratches, some redness. To be expected. The women brought out some oils and one began to rub them into my leg. I then proceeded to insist that I was fine, it was just a little scrape (in fact it was throbbing terribly but I wasn’t going to admit that).

After a short rest, we took a jalan-jalan (journey) behind the house and into the orange garden beyond. Unfortunately, my evil spirit wasn’t done with me for the day – the window shutter was propped open and me, being the tallest in the group and not paying attention, ran smack into the wooden shutter. Yes. I have now embarrassed myself beyond words.

After an exceptionally long, but fun journey to the orange garden, to a jelly fruit stand, carefully across the bridge and onto the boat, back down the river, to a museum, to lunch, to a 500 year old King’s tomb, to another museum, to my hosts house, and then finally back to my hotel bed, I was finally able to examine my leg. It is ugly. It is swollen. It is purple. And I can’t stop laughing.

Orange garden

Shaved ice thing? No, those aren’t worms….

500 year old tomb

She is a masseuse and therefore everyone decided the best course of action was for her to massage my throbbing and terribly swollen leg. PAINFUL does not even come close to describing it.

Lovely progression of shades of red, purple, and yellow…

I learned two new Indonesian words that day: jatuh and jamban. Fall and latrine. Yes, the Bule jatuh di jamban.

SMOKE (And Evacuation Round 3) Part XXIII

October 17, 2015 by Mackenzie

Part XXIII:

This last week in Palangka Raya felt so right. I was living in my own house, teaching my own students, eating lunch at warungs in my own city, and struggling with internet, as usual in the middle of Kalimantan.

I jumped right in to teaching classes on Monday. Grade 11 was learning “Hopes and wishes” and grade 10 was on “Congratulations.” Although I hadn’t lesson planned with Bu Juniar or Bu Tisia, we were able to talk briefly before the class and divided it up so I could do the pronunciation and speaking activities. My students are just so, so sweet. They are very shy and nervous to be talking to me – but I tried hard to encourage everyone to speak loudly and clearly and when they were working in pairs I made a point to go check in with every pair to ask what their topic was and how they were doing on the task. Most were terrified to talk to me at first but after a lot of high-fives and “that’s perfect!” they seemed to feel more comfortable with me in the classroom. We’ve got work to do but it was a good start 🙂

Much of my week was spent at imigrasi. Monday afternoon, Tuesday morning, Tuesday afternoon, Thursday afternoon… But, on Thursday I picked up my passport and am now legal for another month! Woohoo! We also finally received the remaining document for the visa conversion so when I picked up my passport, we resubmitted everything right then and there to convert my visa from a 60 (now 90) day visa to a limited stay work visa. Hopefully, in a few weeks I’ll be good to go!

Wednesday was a holiday for the start of the Islamic New Year so some of my crew took me on an excursion! Bukit batu (Stone hill) is about 90 minutes north and is this national park-esque area with these massive rocks that you can climb and explore. It’s supposedly a very mystical place – with certain rocks giving you good luck, certain rocks driving away spirits, the water making you younger… at least, this is according to wikipedia. My crew doesn’t speak English and my Bahasa isn’t nearly advanced enough to be learning the history of mystical places. Despite the language barrier, we had a blast! Carlie and her counterpart, Bu Halimah (who does speak English so that helped quite a bit) came with us and we had a wonderful day exploring some of what Kalimantan has to offer 😉 Unfortunately, the smoke came back with a vengeance that day so the views weren’t quite as cool as they should have been. Bukit batu itself wasn’t too smokey, but the drive was pretty frightening…

I hate you smoke

photos at the mosque

Bu anny <3

its getting worse

Bukit batu!

Reminds me of the City Museum – a playground for adults 😀

“Miss! Can we take a picture with you?”

Bu Anny, me, Carlie, Bu Lusni, and Bu Halimah

Bu Lusni and I climbed the biggest one 😀

Doing some ritual with magic water to make myself more beautiful?

Just flames on the side of the road

Bukit karmel – a Christian meditation spot (I think?)

Would have been a cool view…

My gang <3

I’m getting so tired of wearing my glasses. I hate wearing my glasses. But the smoke is so bad that it’s impossible to wear my contacts without them clouding up and burning my eyes. But…this was a super fun adventure. I was so happy to be able to spend the day with my gang and to have Carlie and Bu Halimah come along with us. I can’t wait for more days like this.

Unfortunately, on Thursday the smoke continued to get worse. I taught two classes with Tisia and then we went off to imigrasi again. That evening, after dinner with my students, I realized I was really starting to feel the effects of the smoke. All day my throat had been feeling worse and worse, I felt like I had a really bad sore throat – except, I didn’t. It hurt from inhaling all the smoke 🙁 I was coughing some and although I allowed myself to just chill in my AC bedroom all night, I was coughing, my voice was hoarse and I definitely couldn’t breathe normally.

We’d been keeping aminef updated throughout the week and they knew we had finally received our visa extension. Rizqi had told us they’d been discussing our situation and would make a decision on what to do with us the next day. But although I had initially told Rizqi that part of me really wanted to stay to be able to continue teaching and settle in to my school, I realized that was pretty stupid as I was beginning to really feel the affects of the smoke. So… I texted Astrid, the head of our program and in a much longer message, essentially said, I can’t last here. 🙁 She called me soon after and we discussed our options. She decided that regardless of our long-term plan, which may need approval from Pak Allen (the exec. dir), we needed to leave first thing the next morning. An hour later (this was around 9pm…), the plan was in place – they’d check the air quality in Banjarmasin early the next morning and if it was okay, we’d go there in the morning. If it wasn’t… well, we’d discuss that in the morning.

I woke up Friday morning to a text from Carlie saying “OMG IT’S SO BAD TODAY!” I peeked out my window and literally gasped. This is what I saw:

Yeah. TERRIFYING. I began packing, despising every moment that I had to walk out of my AC bedroom and choke on all the smoke. A little while later Astrid said we’d be leaving at 11am for Banjarmasin and to let all my people know. I texted the headmaster, bu lusni, and Tisia and then quickly tried to finish packing, expecting one of them to be knocking on my door shortly… And in typical, wonderful Bu Lusni fashion, she and Bu Anny pulled up on their motobike a little bit later around 9. Neither of them speak English so laughing and smiling, we stumbled through some talk of the weather and my departure and then they told me we were going to eat. I snagged my N95 mask and jumped on the back of the neighbor’s bike and we rode the short distance to school.

Can you see the 400 students standing outside?!?!?!?!

For comparison purposes, this photo was taken my first week in Palangkaraya in August… same spot as the photo above. WHAT?!

So yeah, it’s just a little hazardous. At school, all 400 students were standing outside. OUTSIDE?! WHAT?! I learn later that the headmaster was announcing that school is closed until Monday (today is Friday, and yeah, we have school on Saturdays) because of the smoke. Seems a tad ironic that they are making this announcement OUTSIDE.

I climb in Bu Lusni’s car and we drive to her favorite (and mine!) nasi kuning warung (yellow rice with chicken and idk what else. It’s a very typical Indonesian breakfast). As it’s a warung, we eat outside and I try and only take small breaths in between bites. I have only two thoughts in my head: my bu’s are so sweet and I love them and aminef would be less than thrilled if they knew I was outside eating a meal in this…

View from the warung where we are sitting

I finish eating and put my mask back on. Bu Lusni walks me across the street to the Indomart and stocks me and Carlie up with snacks for the drive. Um, LOVE. Ps – most of the last hour has been silence and gestures. My Indonesian only gets me so far so I just continually say “makasih bu!” and give her side hugs.

We drive back to school and find the driver already there and ready to take me away (it’s 10am, he’s supposed to come at 11). I’m ready but I don’t know where Carlie is. She had gotten sick last night, either from bad food or the smoke, and when aminef learned that this morning, they asked her to go immediately to a doctor before we left. While I’m texting her and trying to figure out where she is, the whole administration crew rolls outside to see me off. The headmaster, Wanlo the security guy, Fajar, Bu Lusni’s assistant, and of course bu lusni and bu anny. After getting a hold of Carlie, I say goodbye to all of them, we load up my stuff and off we go…

We find Carlie at her house, say goodbye to her crew and head out of the city again. I’ve never seen anything like this. (Oh, and none of these photos are edited or have any filters. This is straight up what it looks like)

Again for comparison purposes, this was driving out of town a month ago, when we left on our first evacuation. And we thought that was bad…

The drive between Pky and Banjar was even worse. We literally sat in shock staring out the windows… The drive takes us through some of the worst of the fires – you can literally see flames for much of the drive.

Again for comparison purposes. The second photo was from our drive back to pky on September 28th. It's the exact same stretch of road as the previous picture. The government is trying to build canals to get more water here, hence the excavator. I have no idea if the excavator was still there - you couldn't see that far

Again for comparison purposes. This photo was from our drive back to pky on September 28th. It’s the exact same stretch of road as the previous picture. The government is trying to build canals to get more water here, hence the excavator. I have no idea if the excavator was still there – you couldn’t see that far

So yeah, terrifying. And tragic. And just plain unbelievable.

When we get to Banjarmasin, we are happy to be out of Palangkaraya but can tell immediately that the air isn’t as clear as it was the last two times we were evacuated to here. Usually, about two hours out of Pky, the air begins to clear substantially and then by Banjar, it’s totally clear. But this time, it was still very smokey until an hour outside banjar, and then even just outside the city you didn’t have full visibility… GRRRRRR.

Once here, we’d promised aminef and Carlie’s mom that we would both go see a doctor. Carlie still looked pretty terrible and although I could breathe a little easier, my throat and lungs still didn’t feel very good. We had no idea what a hospital visit would entail. Would anyone speak English? How could we convey our symptoms? How much would it cost? We almost didn’t go but Carlie still looked terrible so I said, alright get up, we’re going!

We found the hospital, checked in and were led to two beds. I explained in Indonesian that we live in pky and the air is obviously very bad. We just arrived here today and feel bad. That’s about all I could say in Indonesian so then I just pointed to my throat and my chest, mimicked coughing and pointed at Carlie’s head. Everyone was laughing… 😀

My nurse started to ask me questions and I could not follow her… Realizing this wasn’t one of those moments where I could just nod along and smile I grabbed my phone out of my bag and opened the translator. She laughed and started typing in words, “kesusahan” (trouble), “pernafasan” (breathing), “batuk” (cough) – yes, I nod vigorously! We laughed and she had me lie on the bed and checked my pulse and my blood pressure and that normal stuff. A few minutes later, the doctor comes in and in half English, half Indonesian I explain my symptoms. He listens to my breathing through his stethoscope and then orders the nurse to put me on oxygen. LOL. I don’t know why I found this so funny but picture this: I’m lying here on a hospital bed, with doctors and nurses who don’t speak my language, with a screaming baby in the bed next to me, and now tubes up my nose. Like… good god what have I gotten myself in to?! Meanwhile, I can hear Carlie’s voice on the other side of the room talking to the nurses and doctor but I have no idea what they are doing to her…

Since I had my phone next to me I snap a few selfies 😉 Please ignore the horribly bushy eyebrows. I don’t have time to pluck my eyebrows here.

Tisia is frantically texting me at this point and lucky for us, she had also decided to flee to Banjarmasin and had left a few hours after us. She arrived to Banjar right as we were in the hospital and I was amusingly texting her that I’m lying here hooked up to oxygen with no idea what in the world is going on. She says, “Mack. Hang on. I’m on my way.” Oh good, glorious, wonderful Tisia! She’s coming to our rescue <3

I can actually notice a difference in my breathing and my throat and lungs feel clearer. The doctor comes back after ten minutes or so and asks how I feel now… “lebih baik!” (better!) After another ten minutes the nurse takes the oxygen off, checks my pulse and whatever again and then they ask me to go sit at the table outside. Carlie is already sitting there and we wait while the doctor talks on the phone to a doctor in Jakarta or something (Carlie has ISOS so some doctor in Jakarta is now checking up on us…) Tisia arrives at this point and I’m so relieved to see her. She and the doctor talk for awhile and then he starts prescribing us medication. I’m not exactly sure what all he told her but something along the lines of, take it easy, don’t go out in the smoke, and if you still feel bad in three days come back.

Oh Tisia, thank you so much!

He prescribes Carlie something for her headache and an anti-inflammatory for my throat and lungs. We check out and pay the whopping fee of Rp 45,000, maybe $3.50 and then Tisia walks us over to the pharmacy where we get the medication. We part ways with Tisia and her husband and decide to reward ourselves with Pizza Hut for dinner. The doctor had said to eat “normal food” for the next week and we laughed, having no idea what that meant. He clearly meant more Western-type food but for us, Indonesian food is normal at this point!

After we left the hospital, I felt so much better. But slowly I begin to feel it coming back 🙁 Not nearly as bad, but I don’t feel quite as good as I had before. We head to bed soon after hoping sleep will do us both good!

This morning, we both felt better but not 100%. Astrid told us this morning to “please stay inside as much as possible” and we happily obliged. We have thus spent the majority of our day sitting in our beautiful air conditioned hotel room, curled up in our beds under big comforters, with unlimited wifi (you have no idea how amazing good free wifi is until you live someplace like this where you pay for a modem and simcard with 2GB of data – trust me, goes fast) . We ventured outside twice, to find lunch and dinner. In the afternoon, the air felt clear and good but this evening when we stepped outside, OMG. It’s like the smoke is back to haunt us. It was bad. Real bad. We cover our noses and decide to just run across the street to the Texas Chicken. We eat a salad and fried chicken (checks and balances right?) and then run home. UGH. DAMN SMOKE. GO AWAY.

Now it’s Saturday evening and I’ve had the most relaxing day ever. Tomorrow will likely be much of the same and then Monday we’ll check in with aminef again to see what is in store next. We’ll likely be attending an English conversation club at the local university Monday afternoon and potentially working with the ACCESS program here in Banjar if the situation is still bad in pky (with no rain in the forecast I cannot imagine it will get better anytime soon).

It’s been a wild ride so far! Who would have thought my first two months of Fulbright would look like this? But as ridiculous, and occasionally frustrating, as it’s been, I’m still having the time of my life. These evacuations have let me travel and see new places, spend literally almost every moment for a month with Carlie, and provided me with stories most Fulbrighters will never have. And… I’m becoming passionate about an issue I had never cared about much before. I’d always felt like environmental issues were a battle someone else should fight, I knew it was important but it wasn’t something I was all that interested in learning about. But now… holy shit, how can I not when I’m living in a situation like this and being evacuated but having to leave my friends and students behind to breathe in the hazardous air. Who knows the impact this adventure will have on my future?

It’s an exciting time my friends…

The Joy in Returning (Part XXII)

October 16, 2015 by Mackenzie

Part XXII:

That moment when you pull up to your house after being gone for 11 days and your 2 and 6 year old neighbors see you and run squealing and shrieking into your arms.

I’m happy and excited and my heart is full and today was hard and hot and frustrating and exhausting. It’s Indonesia.

I hear my little friends squealing and laughing outside and although part of me wants to go outside and play with them, it’s also almost 9pm (my bedtime) and I’m wearing shorts (inappropriate) and I already took two cold showers today (not asking for another) and oh yeah, the smoke that has descended on this city for the last five weeks is extremely dangerous to my health and I really shouldn’t be running around outside.

On the other side of my house I hear chanting and marching from my dutiful students. Moments ago, it sounded like they were surrounding my house. But then I realized they were only walking past my house to get new uniforms from the teacher’s house next door. A good 100 students excitedly murmuring and passing uniforms back and forth.

I’m reading the blog of a previous Fulbrighter in Semarang, struggling to navigate it on my phone but I have no other option as I’m out of internet data on my modem until I buy a new sim card. As I’m reading, Astrid comments back on her photo and says “thanks mack!!!” and I feel warm and fuzzy inside because someone called me Mack – and not because my name is too long and they can’t pronounce it, but because through the chaos of the last month and seeing Astrid and the others in Jakarta last week, our relationship has moved from supervisor and grantee to… friends. And lying on my bed in the middle of a smoky jungle in the heart of Southeast Asia, 10,000 miles from anything familiar, surrounded by all these sounds of children and insects and birds and generators… I needed that familiar reminder of a friend calling me Mack.

Scrolling through facebook and I see so many pictures of pumping patches, boots, and colorful leaves. I miss fall! Instead, I’m sitting here sweating my ass off trying to decide on the most conservative outfit I can wear that also involves the least amount of clothes.

“Miss, will you eat lunch with us?”

I’m sitting at the entrance to the asrama (dorm) chatting in Bahasa with the security guard. It’s 2pm and school just finished. I left my class and began to walk the short distance to my house to drop my things and grab the documents to take to immigration. But the security guard, whose name I can never remember, jumped out of his chair when he saw I’d returned from Jakarta and called, “duduk! duduk!” (Sit!) So I sit outside his hut and we chat in Bahasa, while also watching the students line up outside their classrooms and begin to march towards us.

Marching and chanting. It’s the perpetual sound that carries across SMA 5 at all hours of the day. Class by class, they march from the field to the asrama. Many giggle excitedly when they see me outside, they wave and call, “good afternoon, miss!” When one of the 11th grade classes passes by, two girls duck out from the line and run up to me. Sheepishly the ask, “Miss, do you want to eat lunch with us?” Aw! My heart! Had I not already gone to lunch with bu Tisia and was not on my way to the immigration office I would have jumped at the offer. Instead, I explained that I had to go to immigration but, maybe I could have dinner with them instead? With huge smiles on their faces, they agree and tell me they will come to my house later to take me to dinner 😀 YES. I’m excited for them but I’m also excited that I don’t have to go alone.

Tomorrow (Wednedsay) is a holiday – the start of the Islamic New Year. So with no school, many of the students have gone home for the day to be with their families. Thus, the usual regimented schedule is gone and I have no idea what time dinner is. Regardless, I’ve been gone so much that I can’t remember what the daily routine is. Most of the time I just listen for the chanting to pick up in intensity and then the voices began to move from one side of my house to another. But tonight, I have friends. I open my blinds and sit in my main room (which I usually try to avoid because there is no AC) waiting for my visitors. At 5:30 on the dot, four girls pass by my window and wave at me. I jump up and meet them at my front door. “Hi Miss! Dinner?” “Yes! Let me just grab my fork and spoon!”

Walking to the dining hall, we laugh as I mispronounce each of their names. They guide me to the table where there are perfectly portioned plates of vegetables and meat. We add rice and then spoon broth over it to make soto (soup). They lead me to the dining room and gesture for where I should sit. They laugh when I reach for the sambal, shocked that I like spicy food 😉

It’s much more informal tonight. Usually, there is chanting and feet stomping involved, speeches and a limited time to eat. But tonight, students are meandering in at their leisure, sitting wherever they like and they are abnormally chatty. I pepper my students with questions and in turn, they ask me all sorts of things. These girls are in grade 11 and speak better English than most of the students in my classes. We laugh and have a grand time. I’m so happy.

While I had a great dinner last night, I’m on my own to wander to the dining hall tonight. I listen for the chanting and at 5:30 on the dot, I see the students march into the dining hall. I grab my fork and spoon and with my stomach rumbling, I cross the lawn. I feel like such an outsider and I’m nervous to enter the dining room. Where will I sit? Will they be too scared of me to want to talk? Should I just fill my plate and go back and eat it in my house?

But quickly, I’m surrounded by students saying hello and pointing me where to go. And then, the girls from last night appear and say, “Miss!! Will you sit with us again?”

Relief. Happiness. Excitement. Belonging.

Bring it on Indonesia. I can do this.

ACCESS Week in Jakarta (Part XXI)

October 16, 2015 by Mackenzie

Part XXI:

So… guess who is back in an airport?

After the BEST week in Jakarta, we are headed back to Palangka Raya… When we left eleven days ago, we had no idea where we were going or for how long. We’d thought we could be gone for two weeks or so because the damn smoke just wasn’t clearing… However, thanks to a little bit of rain and some more visa complications, we are Pky-bound.

But let’s go back to this week…

After a fabulous weekend, which I wrote about here, we headed to aminef’s office on Monday morning. Because all of our meetings so far with Aminef have been in hotel conference rooms, none of us had been to their offices before! It was so fun to see Astrid, Ceacealia, Rizqi, Thasia, and Mark again – and be able to see where all the magic gets done. They work so hard coordinating and taking care of all 34 ETAs, the 14 researchers, and the 15 or so seniors scholars… All of us have Visa problems, housing issues, school situations, and of course, smog issues – and this group is essentially on call 24/7. It was so great to see them and to see where they work and catch up after all this drama 🙂

The American team HQ

At this point, aminef had coordinated with RELO, the Regional English Language Office – an office of the US Embassy – to have us help with the English ACCESS programs in Jakarta. The details, however, were not nailed down yet so after chatting with everyone for a bit, Ceacealia, Carlie and I grabbed a taxi and headed to the ACCESS office in Menteng.

We met Astrid there and had a great meeting with two of the coordinators of the ACCESS programs. ACCESS, funded by the US State Department, is a two year English program for underprivileged high school students. Classes range from 10-20 and students meet twice a week for two hours. Students selected for the program typically have extremely low English skills and because of their socioeconomic status, are unlikely to have an opportunity to improve their English.

There are around 10 ACCESS programs in different cities throughout Indonesia – in Jakarta, there are two sites – one at Menteng, in Central Jakarta and one in Rawamangun, in East Jakarta. We decided that we would each work at one of the sites – Carlie at Menteng and me at Rawamangun. The classes meet after school, one class from 4-6 and another from 6:45-8:45 – meaning super long days for the students! Students go twice a week so, at Rawamangun, there are five classes that each meet twice a week for a total of ten classes Mon-Sat. The program lasts for two years, and the students at Carlie’s school are at the beginning of the cycle, while the students at my school are at the end – they only have a few weeks left! By the end of two years, these student’s English skills improve tremendously!!

After learning more about the program at that meeting and how we can help, we all headed back to the office where we had lunch in the building cafeteria with the whole aminef crew, met with Ceacealia and Astrid to nail down a few more of the logistics, and then eventually headed back to Menteng to go to the class!

It was SO MUCH FUN. I mean, I can certainly attribute a lot of that to the fact that we have been out of the classroom for six weeks and it was just so good to be around students again. But there’s also something different about these students – their English is WAY better than my students in Palangkaraya, they are extremely motivated (the ACCESS program is a big commitment!), and they are grateful and excited for this opportunity to attend this English class. In short, they are AWESOME.

The first day in Menteng the students were learning about “unusual foods.” So after introducing ourselves and fielding questions, Miss Arey asked if we wanted to begin the lesson! We knew the topic but had no idea what we were supposed to be doing… so in typical Mackenzie fashion, I happily took the marker and began to wing it!

By “unusual foods” the textbook meant bugs and such, but I also knew that most American food is considered quite unusual to Indonesian students! So I asked them what they knew about food in America, what do we eat for breakfast, lunch, dinner… What do we put in a sandwich? What do we put on pizza? It got them speaking and laughing and listening to Carlie and I pronounce the words. Then, I asked them to work with their partner to come up with three differences between Indonesian and American food – and they had such great ones! Not eating rice for every meal; breakfast, lunch, and dinner all three distinct “types” of food (in Indo, you eat the same thing for breakfast as you do for lunch as you for dinner and that’s totally normal); ketchup in Indo is essentially soy sauce but our idea of ketchup is called tomato sauce (makes a lot more sense!), etc. After that, we passed it back to Miss Arey and helped during the rest of the class. It was such a great start to the week!

Chatting and showing pictures of my life in America

After teaching two classes, we finally headed back to the hotel at 9pm. Starving and exhausted (our last meal had been at noon and we’d left the hotel at 8:30 that morning), we found food and happily discussed the exciting prospect of getting to work with these students, and actually be doing something while we are evacuated from our site!

On Tuesday, we settled in to Starbucks for the morning before heading to our separate sites for that afternoon. Carlie went to Menteng and I went out to Rawamangun, about 45-1 hour from the center of the city (very grateful to aminef for covering these taxi rides!) I found the building, walked in, and was immediately greeted by three very enthusiastic, sweet as can be teachers, Puspa, Gita and Aan. I had arrived pretty early, unsure how long it would take to get there with the crazy Jakarta traffic, so we had about an hour and a half to chat. And omg, these girls are the best. They are all young – between 26-28 and absolutely full of life (quite literally – two are getting married within the next month and one is pregnant!) We talked and talked, about me and my program, the ACCESS program, their backgrounds, their lives, the students… Gosh, it was great to talk to girls around my age, who speak fantastic English, and are just so much fun!

Gita and Puspa <3

A little later, we headed upstairs to class and I helped out in both of that evening’s classes. I introduced myself, answered questions, and then helped with pronunciation and giving background to the textbook (the topic was “learning” and types of learning, styles, and college – aka, something I can speak to quite well!) It was so much fun!

Exhausted and happy, I headed home that night so thrilled to be helpful and inspired by these incredible students. Two years into this program, my students are SO ADVANCED. I was shocked at their level of conversation and how they answered my questions. I could have been teaching this lesson about learning styles in America, to high school students (and native English speakers!), and get the same answers! I kept having to remind myself that two years ago, these students could hardly speak English! Yet here they were, describing different ways of learning in the classroom, discussing the positives and negatives of different forms… it was fantastic!

Wednesday morning we headed back to Aminef. Each of us only had one class that evening so rather than sit around all day, Mark put us to work 🙂 He asked us each to write lesson plans based on upcoming events, that our fellow ETAs could use in their classes. Knowing my academic background and as today (October 11^th) is International Day of the Girl, Mark asked if I could write a lesson plan based around that, which I was obviously thrilled to do! That afternoon, I showed Gita and Puspa what I had written and they were super excited about it and wanted me to teach it to the classes on Friday and Saturday. I was thrilled!

We worked on the lesson plans all morning, had lunch with Rizqi, Thasia, and Mark, and that afternoon, I headed back to Rawamangun. It was another great class – this time, Puspa had promised her students they would work on pronunciation and conveniently, I was there to assist! We ended up spending most of the two hours flipping through dictionaries, pulling out specific words and practicing how to differentiate between that word and similar words. For example, bag, beg, bed, bad, back, bake… like, when you stop to think about it, how confusing is that! They sound so similar if you don’t pronounce the final consonant clearly! Or, sins, since, cents, scent, sent, sense, scene, seen… Um, so hard. We laughed and laughed and had a wonderful time!

Thursday, we did some more listening practice from the textbook – they were learning, “should have,” “could have,” and “would have” and the textbook also had them learning the more informal version, “should’ve,” “could’ve,” and “would’ve” – we had a hilarious time trying to say these phrases fast! The students loved it and it was so perfect that I was there to explain it, give examples and help them say it right and practice! We also talked a lot about college (per the lesson) and my life in America – I drew a (terrible) map of the US on the board to show where I grew up, where I went to school, where my brother goes to school, where Harvard, Yale etc are… Then drew a line of the route Martha and I drove driving home this summer – it was really fun to share and answer all of their questions.

Friday, I met Chesna, Dyah, and Yoyok from Standard Chartered for lunch! I was so happy to get to see them 😀 These friends from two years ago feel like family to me here now! I went back to Aminef to print out materials for my class that afternoon and was able to meet one of the Fulbright student researchers who had just arrived in Indonesia and was getting her initial briefing from aminef. Susie is staying in the same hotel as us and when Astrid brought me in to the conference room, she goes “Oh, you’re Mackenzie!” Um.. yeah? We all started laughing and she said that the hotel receptionist told her all about me last night (we’d chatted with them for awhile that afternoon when we had to extend our hotel reservation) – all bules know each other right? Ha! Well, it was pretty funny but great to get to meet her! I offered that she could hang out with Carlie and I the next day and explore Jakarta with us, which she did and it was a blast!

After collecting my materials from Mark, handing over all my taxi receipts, and thanking aminef profusely for everything over the last few weeks – I headed back to Rawamangun… my happy place in Jakarta 😀

I was able to teach three classes about the International Day of the Girl 😀 I started by introducing the concept of role models and asking who their role model is and why… After each student shared, I told them that my role model was Malala. None of them knew who she was so I explained her story and then showed a video profiling her. We discussed her life and the importance of education for girls. Then, I handed out short narratives of four young female heroes – Malala, Yuna (Malaysian pop star), Kartini (Indonesian education activist), and Evi (Indonesian entrepreneur). In small groups, they read and discussed the narratives and then switched groups so that each new group had one expert on each girl. They all shared about these girls’ lives and then as a large group, we discussed the issues that these girls care about and why it’s important to talk about them on International Day of the Girl! Finally, each student wrote a short essay on an issue that girls face that they care about, and then everyone got to share their topic with the class.

Let me just tell you… WOW. First, these students are NOT native speakers, and two short years ago they could hardly speak English, yet we had full and substantial and inspiring conversations! I kept forgetting that I was using the activity as a way to practice English and not talking with native speakers about the the importance of investing in girls. Damn, these kids impressed me. Teaching a lesson like this was something I never thought I’d be doing. It’s obviously a topic a care deeply about and could talk about forever… and here I was, offered the opportunity to teach three classes about it. One of the coteachers commented afterwards that when I brought the group back together again to discuss the four girls, my eyes lit up and it was quite evident that I’m very passionate about this!

Watching the video about Malala

Discussing in small groups

On Saturday after my class, Carlie and I met up with Susie, the Fulbright researcher to explore Kota Tua (Old Town Jakarta). We wandered the square, answered interview questions by eager high school students, and got extremely lost wandering a shipyard/marina. Always an adventure! 😀

We were trying to go to this hotel/restaurant/marina but got a bittttt lost 😉 When we finally found it we realized we were stuck on the wrong side of the wall! NOOOOO

Peeking through the wall at where we had tried to go… lol

But at least we found beautiful water!

It was a great week in Jakarta! But unfortunately, Sunday we had to head back to Palangkaraya… Initially, we were excited to go back. It had rained a little and the air pollution levels had gone down. I was excited to get back to school and settle in. Plus, we still hadn’t received one of the documents for our visa conversion so we had to go back in order to ask for an extension on our 60-day visa (which was expiring in 12 days…). More on that in the next post!

Evacuation Round 2: From the smoggy jungle to the big city (Parts XIX-XX)

October 5, 2015 by Mackenzie

Part XIX:

Saturday.

I’m in Jakarta. I can go outside and take a deep breathe of reasonably clean air. There are skyscrapers surrounding me and a Starbucks a few blocks away. I’m a five minute walk from Standard Chartered Bank, the office I worked in two years ago. I’m going to see my friends Chesna and Odi tonight. I’m so, so happy.

When I last wrote, I was heading back to Palangkaraya after a week’s evacuation in Banjarmasin. I was thrilled to be heading back – mostly because I desperately needed to do laundry, but also because I was looking forward to being reunited with my friends and students. After the four hour drive on Monday, we rolled in around noon and I had barely brought my bags inside when Tisia called me and told me to come to school to join them for lunch. It was wonderful to see them all again – I haven’t been around all the teachers since my first week in Palangkaraya, a month ago. After a quick lunch, bu Tisia, bu Juniar (my co-teachers), and I piled into bu Lusni’s car and headed off to imigrasi. I was so happy to be back with them – we laughed and talked and caught up after almost a week and a half apart.

We got our N95 masks and are ready to go back to Pky!

This should be forest. But now, it’s burnt, smoldering peatland – miles and miles of it. Somewhere between Banjar and Pky. The President ordered the military to dig canals to get water in – that is what the excavator is supposed to be doing…

My adorable neighbors happy I’m back!

At imigrasi Tisia handed over all of my paperwork and spoke with the immigration official in rapid-fire Indonesian. I followed a little bit of it and soon learned that we were missing one document. After talking on the phone a few times to Rizqi and Ceacealia from aminef, we all went back downstairs and sat in the lobby where Tisia explained everything to me: except for the missing document (a letter from another agency in Jakarta), everything was set for her to be able to complete the visa conversion process for me. The official accepted my Letter of Attorney, Tisia would become my legal representative, and I was free to be evacuated again.

Tisia rocking the imigrasi paperwork

That evening, Carlie invited me to join her for dinner at her co-teacher’s house. After spending a solid 8 days together, we were happy to be reunited again so soon and I had a wonderful time with all of her people!

I’ve never seen so many plates for one meal

On Tuesday, my headmaster wanted me to come to their teacher workshop and formally introduce myself to everyone. When I arrived, I was ushered straight to the front of the room and seated next to the Headmaster and the head of the PTA (I think). Yosef, the 12^th grade English teacher and my other counterpart moved a chair up to the front to sit next to me and translate what was going on. I was very appreciative 🙂 The headmaster gave a short introductory speech in Bahasa, and then pointed to me – my turn for a speech! Ha! I gave a very rudimentary introduction of myself in Bahasa to the 50-some teachers in the room. I messed up many times but they loved it and all seem quite excited to help me practice my Indonesian!

Yosef, me, the PTA head, and the Headmaster

Miss Mack giving her speech 😀

After my speech, I moved to a seat next to Tisia and listened (aka filled out imigrasi paperwork and played on my phone), sweated, and breathed in hazardous air for the next 3 hours of the workshop. Then we ate lunch and the workshop was over! I ran home to grab my five batik fabrics that I had collected over the last month and met Tisia back at school and off we went to the tailor! I handed him the pieces, told him what I wanted and hopefully, when we get back to Palangkaraya, I’ll have five new batik outfits! Pretty excited!

Tisia and I braving the air to head to the tailor

At this point, I’d been back in Palangkaraya for about 24 hours. The smoke was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. Visibility was better than the day we had left for Banjar, but the air was so thick that you could feel it. It coated your mouth and your nose in seconds and there was no way I could wear my contacts – I could hardly keep my eyes from clouding up with my glasses on. When I was in my AC bedroom, sitting in front of my fan in the house, or sitting under several fans in a classroom – I was okay. But when I left those spaces, either to travel in between buildings, or in the morning when the air in my house was still thick with smoke, I coughed and my eyes smarted, and I constantly had a dull headache. I couldn’t believe how people were living there day in and day out… having to go about their daily routines, open their shops, ride their motorbikes across town… just live in all that smog.

The photo is this grainy from the smog!

At this point, we were waiting for word from aminef on the next steps. They had told us they were meeting with people from RELO (Regional English Language Office), a program of the US Embassy, on Tuesday to discuss whether we could join a program somewhere else in Indo until the smoke cleared up and it was safe for us to be in Palangkaraya. On Tuesday evening, they said they still weren’t quite sure and we’d have to wait until Wednesday to hear. We waited all of Wednesday before hearing from them that evening, that they were still figuring some of the details out so – “hang in there.”

And I was hanging in there. But I was dreadfully bored. From about 2pm on Tuesday until Thursday morning, I was alone in my house, pretty much confined to my AC bedroom and staring at my phone waiting for it to ring with our next plan. It doesn’t sound so bad when I’m typing it but imagine this… Tuesday 2pm-10pm – sit around, read a little, sweep your house, shower, read some more, the power goes out for 2 hours so you sit on your bed in the pitch black and watch a movie on your laptop until it dies and then you are stuck, power comes back on and you read some more, and more, and finally, it’s an acceptable time to go to bed. Wake up Wednesday with no plan for the day at 7:30am. Shower, sweep the ash up from the house, swish some clothes around in a bucket of soapy water, read, read, read… I love to read, but when it’s 10:30am and you’ve already read for two hours and you’ve done your laundry and have literally nothing else to do all day – you can’t even leave your house and go for a walk, reading begins to lose its charm. So somehow, I passed Tuesday and Wednesday and then Wednesday evening, we were told we’d have to wait until Thursday for word. At this point though, Carlie had had a migraine for a day and was done with the smoke and called aminef and asked if it was at least possible to get us back to Banjarmasin. The palangkaraya airport was closed so if we were going anywhere, we’d have to at least get to Banjar.

Ash people. I sweep up this much ASH every day in my house.

People, this is ash. I sweep up this much ASH every day in my house.

The smog got even worse the day we left

A little while later (this is 8 or 9pm – we’re such a burden to aminef. They’ve been working around the clock for us for days), they had contacted a driver and arranged for us to leave in the morning. I packed my things – this time plenty of clothes as I had no idea how long we would be gone and this time I wanted to go prepared – and Thursday morning, we set off for Banjar again.

We went back to the same hotel we’d stayed at just three days previously, and the hotel staff greeted us with laughter and smiles. We went for a walk to get dinner at the river warungs and we were so pleased to be able to walk outside again! It was definitely smoky there still, but nothing like Pky. That evening, Mark and Ceacealia informed us that we would be heading to Jakarta the following day to spend however long this evacuation lasted working at one of the RELO English Access Programs in Jakarta.

I cannot describe to you the pure joy I felt in learning this. Jakarta is a city of 10 million people. It has Western food, Starbucks, beautiful malls, and most importantly, friends. Dyah, Chesna, Odi, Frida – all friends from my time at Standard Chartered. And Mark and the whole aminef team… I was thrilled to get to see familiar faces after the long and lonely last couple of weeks. I know my small town of Palangkaraya will be great once school starts and I have students and teachers around me and can go for walks and visit Carlie and see things and go places… but since coming back from Bandung, the time in palangkaraya, confined to my bedroom, has been lonely as hell.

Friday afternoon we headed to the airport and after a short delay, we were off to the big city! When we stepped off the plane and onto the stairs that led down to the tarmac, I took a big gulp of air and squealed like a little girl upon taking in a breathe of air with no smoke! We were beyond thrilled.

We grabbed our bags, found a taxi, and headed into the city. The airport is about 30-40 minutes outside of the city with no traffic, and we were trying to go into the city at 6pm… not ideal. But I couldn’t have been happier in that 90 minute taxi ride. As we entered the city, I began to recognize landmarks – malls, buildings, hotels… Then we got nearer to the heart of the city and I really began to recognize everything. Tom’s apartment and office had been right in the center of the city and in a hilarious twist of fate, our hotel is quite literally a five minute walk from the Standard Chartered Bank office. I know these buildings, I know this area, I know a few good restaurants, and where the closest Starbucks is. It’s amazing!

Later, settled into our room, I couldn’t stop staring out the window at the bright lights of this big city and the fact that the SCB logo on the side of the building was just visible from my bed – it was so comforting to see that. I’m in a foreign country, evacuated from my site, disappointed that I’ve been here for six weeks and still have yet to spend a day teaching in my school, and yet, in a city of ten million I’m smack down right where I’m comfortable.

The SCB building is the one with the blue and green squiggle on the top, just behind the white building!

Part XX:

Sunday evening.

Can every day be like yesterday and today?

The only words I can think of to describe how I feel is pure joy.

After a full morning exploring our neighborhood, Starbucks, wandering one of the malls, Gado-Gado lunch, and some downtime in the hotel, we met Chesna and Odi for dinner at Plaza Senayan (one of the huge malls). It was so, so, so fun to see them!! I had seen Chesna on the first day I arrived in Indonesia, but it has been almost a year since I’d seen her son Odi. Odi moved to America for college, Northeastern, and graduated this May like me. But he spent his junior fall interning at Amazon in Seattle, so he (and Chesna) came to my house for Thanksgiving dinner last year.

First starbucks in six weeks <3

Hello Standard Chartered Bank!

Gado-Gado = vegetables smothered in peanut sauce <3

Catching up with them was wonderful. After six (crazy) weeks here in Indonesia, we had plenty to share and we are also eager to learn more about Indonesia and Jakarta. We ended up all going to a movie later and I felt so relieved and happy to be back with familiar faces, speaking “normal” English, and in a place where I’m not pointed at constantly for being a bule. My heart was full and happy!

Then, this morning we headed out onto Sudirman (the main road) to participate in Car Free Day. Every Sunday, from 6-11am this main road is closed to traffic and thousands of people take to the street to run, walk and bike. Street venders set up small stands and offer food, drinks, clothes, and souvenirs. There are carnival rides, music, dancing, animals, farmer’s markets… it’s unbelievable. Carlie and I jogged the mile or so down to the roundabout and the center of the city, and met up with Rizqi, one of the main aminef staff who has been helping us out. We chatted and laughed and shared stories of the crazy last few weeks we have all had, as Carlie and I have bounced from Bandung to Palangkaraya, to Banjarmasin, to Palankgaraya, back to Banjarmasin, and now to Jakarta – and the wonderful Rizqi and co. has been on the other side orchestrating all of it. We ended up walking a huge section of Sudirman – by the time we got back to the hotel we’d walked more than five miles. It was fantastic to be outside, breathing clean air, surrounded by thousands of excited people, and chatting with yet another familiar face.

Running. Outside. Breathing non-toxic air. Magical.

Car Free Day!

Pky girls and Rizqi!

Organic farmer’s market

The building on the right is the Shangri La where I lived last time! In the pent house 😀

We showered and decided to head back to the center of the city to the Grand Indonesia, the massive (and I mean MASSIVE) mall to find some lunch and kill the afternoon. When we got inside, it felt like dejavu, Tom and I had come here many times to go to the grocery store (as Whole Foods-ish as you can get here) and come to eat at the restaurants here. I led us up to the restaurant floor (the mall is 8 stories) and stumbled upon a café I remember eating at with a big group from the bank. They had Western food and I eagerly ordered a chicken sandwich and Carlie, spaghetti bolognese. We couldn’t stop grinning.

LOOK AT THIS FRUIT! <3

Afterwards, we wandered through some stores (Gap, H&M, Fossil… – yes, so excited) and then headed over to a coffee shop near our hotel where we were meeting some more of my friends from SCB. Frida was part of a cohort that was just hired for a two year rotational program when I came in 2013. Tom had connected us then, knowing we were similar ages, and I’d gone out to dinner with her and some of the others in her cohort a few times. She’s a blast and we’ve stayed in touch through social media over the last two years. So when we came back to Jkt, I reached out to her immediately. Two years later, she has graduated from the rotational program and is now working permanently in the bank. For five hours, Frida, Rosalia (another friend from that cohort), Carlie, and I chatted over lattes and then dinner as we caught up on the last two years, talked all about our time here so far, laughed about different customs between the US and Indo, and learned more about the nuances of the Bahasa Indonesian language. I can’t describe to you how fun it was to just sit and talk with girlfriends my own age…

Frida, Rosalia, me and Carlie

And now, after two full days in Jakarta we are exhausted but so happy. Tomorrow, we’ll head to the aminef office in the morning and, after texting nearly every day for the last three weeks, it will be great to reconnect in person. We’ll learn more about the English Access Program and hopefully get to go to the program tomorrow afternoon!

After three slow, smokey weeks, this was one fabulous weekend.

Where we’re at, where we’re going, and where we’ve been (Part XVII-XVIII)

September 26, 2015 by Mackenzie

Part XVII:

I can’t quite wrap my head around it. We’re still waiting for the official word from AMINEF but when I talked to Ceacealia this morning, it did not sound promising. Not that anyone has any choice in the matter. They want us to go back just as badly as we do. But they can’t risk our health, and what would we do there anyway? My school’s holiday was extended until Thursday but at this rate, it could be weeks until we go back. By Thursday, my poor students will have been out of school for three whole weeks. It’s unbelievable.

I was honest on the phone with Ceacealia this morning and told her how bored we are and how we have exhausted the possibilities here. That it’s difficult to go to Joel’s school because we’re a burden and a distraction, that we’ve been to the mall, and the markets, and spend most of our days sleeping and surfing the internet, blogging, or reading. I mean, it’s not bad, it’s just the idea of doing this for an indefinite period of time that is slightly terrifying. You all know I’m a busy body. I’ve never spent two weeks like I’ve spent the last two weeks here…

On a brighter note, I was able to have my first Bahasa skype class with my teacher from orientation this morning! That was definitely a highlight of my day. It was really fun to speak to him for an hour in Bahasa and learn another fifty or so new words and feel like I have a direction in my Bahasa studies. And maybe this direction will help put a little purpose in my days – now I have to study and practice!

Today’s goals

If we hear that we’re not leaving tomorrow:
- find a Laundromat
- depending on how long we are here, maybe find a tailor and get some of my batik sasiragans made into shirts
Memorize new Bahasa words
Finish my book (Missoula)
Go to a movie
Go to pizza hut 🙂

(We did go to a movie, and had pizza hut for dinner (it was almost like an actual pizza!), and yep, I finished my book = successful day)

Part XVIII:

Okay, slight change of plans. No we’re still not going back, but it doesn’t look like we’ll be staying in Banjarmasin for the next month (rainy season and the definite end to the smog is around November). When we heard back from aminef this afternoon, they had a different idea. This morning, they thought that whenever we finally returned to Ptown we would have to extend our 60-day visa for another 60 days (a “quick” process) before we could apply to convert our 60-day visa to the limited stay visa (a month long process, potentially). That way, we don’t risk getting deported. However, our counterparts in Ptown didn’t think that would be possible – the immigration official is strict and likely wouldn’t approve the extension. All that to say, we need to get back to Ptown asap to start the visa conversion.

But we can’t stay there. We know it’s dangerous, aminef knows its dangerous, our schools and counterparts know it’s dangerous, and the US Embassy is against the idea. So the current plan is to drive back to Ptown on Monday, submit our paperwork to the immigration office on Tuesday along with a letter of attorney stating that our counterparts can complete the visa conversion process, and then either fly out of Ptown or drive back to Banjarmasin and fly out of here, to… somewhere!!

They know our days have been slow and they know we are anxious to teach and interact with students, so on Monday they are going to investigate the possibility of putting us in a school somewhere in Indo that has an English Access Program, an afterschool program run by the US Embassy for talented 14-18 year olds. There are a couple Access programs in Jakarta and a few more scattered through Indonesia and hopefully… one of them would like our help for a week, or two, or three…

I’m pumped. Carlie and I have been pretty down the last few days as we’ve continued to stare at each other and at our computer screens with no idea when things will improve enough for us to return. But now, the beginning of a plan is in place, we’ve finally told the hotel what day we are checking out, and our counterparts know to expect our arrival on Monday afternoon. We’re headed on a quest tomorrow to find the N95 masks, the only face masks that actually work, and then we’re off.

So far, this Fulbright experience hasn’t exactly been how I’d pictured it 😉 I expected to be in the classroom by now. I’d expected to have lived in my house, not a hotel for three of the last five weeks. I thought I would have made new friends with my students, not met them once. But you know, that’s what this is all about. I always said this would be an adventure. I mean, I named this blog, the year of living audaciously! It’s not going to be a straightforward year. I’ll get back in the classroom eventually and still have months and months to teach. And I’m certainly not homesick. While sitting in my hotel room isn’t exactly where I’d like to be right now, I’d still rather be here than in America. I’m still having fantastic experiences, exploring new places, and having the craziest, coolest, most unique year of my life.

So with that, I give you photos of the memorable times here in Banjarmasin that I hadn’t gotten around to sharing yet.

Our hotel is right on the river and most nights we would walk across this bridge to some warungs (street food stalls) on the other side of the river

And then we’d cross this street… nbd right?

We took a lot of selfies with the students at Joel’s school (aka why we were a distraction)

And met an Italian exchange student – who barely speaks English, knows no Bahasa, and must be floundering in this new school. Also, I’m a giant.

The art room in this school is pretty incredible

It’s been a mini cohort reunion!

Sunset from our hotel

The mall. UM YES. It’s beautiful. We’ve come here at least four times, maybe more. I’ve lost track. We are the only Bule here and get stares everywhere we go.

Selecting our sasirangans – material special to South Kalimantan that we’ll get tailored into shirts or dresses

One day we went to Martapura, the gem capitol of the world, at least that’s what they say (see the big diamond sculpture behind the T?)

Couldn’t resist. I’m now the proud owner of one of the teal ones

Avocado juice. The best thing in the whole wide world

Lime coconut juice

Speaks for itself

Monkeying around

So many street selfies. The girl right behind me gets me every time 😀

We ordered beer at our hotel and this is how they serve it (in this conservative Muslim community). Yes, it's literally served in a chilled mug and teapot to disguise the fact that it's beer. It's not even on the menu.

We ordered beer at our hotel and this is how they serve it. Yes, it’s literally served in a chilled mug and teapot to disguise the fact that it’s beer. It’s not even on the menu.

The sun has set on our week here with Joel!

So yes, we’ve had quite a fun week here. It’s been slow at times but I’m ever grateful for the opportunity to explore a new city, make new friends, and protect my health. We’re so grateful to aminef for always having our backs and being so willing and able to help us out. They are the best and while I’ve expressed some frustrations in my last few posts over the long, tedious days, it’s only frustration at the fires that keep burning and the rain that won’t come. We know there’s nothing else to be done but to hang in there and hope that the rainy season suddenly decides to show up a month early.

I have no idea where I’ll be in a few days but stay tuned – I’m certain it will lead to another fabulous installment of this already exciting adventure. Cheers!

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