Simply put, the best thing about Indonesia are the people. It may be an obvious thing to say; can you imagine a country you love where the people make you crazy—other than India? The people are the reason I like the nothing-to-see towns such as Medan, Semarang and Surabaya because just walking around and seeing hundreds of smiling faces is enjoyable. Another point is you can visit Indonesia ten times and see ten very different regions, it’s so diverse. Shamefully, it takes so much time to see each area partly because roads are so bad. Maybe some corrupt government official reading this suddenly feels better about pocketing road works money. “See? If we fixed the roads the tourists won’t need to come back ten times!”
I intended to write 100,000 words about the best and worst of Indonesia, but the reality of time for blogging vs. time for traveling slapped me upside the head. Let’s start with the worst since I don’t want Indonesians to get too big of a head about how great their country is, then have a Jakarta buffer, and end on a warm and fuzzy note with the best. I won’t get around to telling my story about visiting some foreigners in prison in Malang, East Java, years ago and then discovering a book written by one of them years later. Next time.
In Jakarta I strenuously wanted to avoid the skeezy backpacker ghetto on Jalan Jaksa. I detest it with a passion. It is the one and only place where I develop a bad opinion of Indonesians. Luckily, I got a Couchsurfing response to my notification that I was going to be in Jakarta on specific dates. (This is much better than joining a CS Last Minute Couch group. One of my next blog posts is going to be called “Advanced Couchsurfing Tips”. Either that or “Yet Another Boring Hitchhiking Story.”)
A woman and her family invited me. She was incredibly accomplished at the tender age of 24. I am going to say she is the only Club Med dance choreographer who was accepted into Princeton—and then turned Princeton down! She studied Russian in Moscow and the day after I visited she was helping translate for Russian investigators over a plane crash nearby of a jet the Russians wanted to impress Indonesian buyers with. She knew three of the translators that were on board.
I can’t say a lot about Jakarta this time. I didn’t explore much. I went to some flea markets, organized a CouchSurfing meeting, hung out with the CS family, and consoled my host when it was announced that a Lady Gaga concert scheduled for Jakarta had been cancelled due to protests from a small fringe group. Is Lady Gaga such a threat? Metallica was allowed to play in Indonesia, and only a couple thousand people rioted. It’s a shame a vocal few still hold sway in Indonesia.
This woman below is holding her rica rica babi, which is spicy pork with lots of ginger and cooked with a big, thick leaf I’ve never seen before. I watched her cook a couple of dishes and asked to take a closer look, hovering over her and trying to follow as she patiently explained the ingredients and her technique.
This is the essence of what makes Indonesia special for me, the fact that I can poke my head into any kitchen, under the hood of a car, in a domino game, anywhere any time of day, and people will gladly let me watch or participate and ask my millions of stupid questions. I’m always curious about how they cook, especially these “dry” dishes that soak in all the flavors, and I could go to any warung (food stall), any wreck of a hole-in-the-wall dive last cleaned during the Sukarno regime and the girl will happily show me what she is crushing in her mortar and pestle. Not once have I been sick in Indonesia.
This open friendliness isn’t exclusive to Indonesia, but the welcoming, warm nature of the people is what stays with me when I remember my time here. Thank you, Indonesia! See you next time!
Sorry to correct you again, but the delicacy that the nice guy in your last picture sells is actually called kue pancong 😀 one of my fave childhood treats!
Dian, teman saya, I asked several people and they insisted it was buroncong, but that could just be its Sulawesi name!
Great blog. Reading about your adventures always bring a smile to my face!
Where are you off to next?
Regarding your comment about the CS Last Minute Request groups not being the best to utilize, this may depend on where you are looking. It’s frowned upon in San Francisco, New York, and Seattle, where they *will* ask you to re-post in the Last Minute group, probably due to the high amount of activity in these places. Of course, there’s no harm in risking your virtual head getting bitten off for the sake of the extra attention for a couch, but some do get touchy about it! A city’s preference can be spotted in their group intro like the bold red letters for SF or the graphic for NYC.
see, you also think that dark is beautiful, and what is your skin colour?:P
People always like exotic things, mixed a bit with historical perception(e.g. in sunshine country, you need to have good life to avoid working under the sun. In cold countries, you need to have money to fly over to a tropical zone and have your tan). We are similar in a way.
the ‘spesial’ is annoying, but it is annoying for me too when i see some Chinese characters on shops in Europe which does not make any sense, hehe. but maybe they appear much less. god damn, its hard to produce non-alphabet characters, isn’t it?
Great post! I`m happy to know that you love Indonesia despite the road conditions and the garbage issue. Unfortunately this Chelsea Olivia is her real name, you made me double check it to her lol but you have a good point. I just think most Bules would have such impressions just like you said about being able to get accepted in most situations, mainly because of the physical appearance, no matter how ugly, generally bule would still look more attractive than the locals. it`s just my experience, doesnt mean to offend anyone though.
Marie, I am in less-exciting Europe now.
Lisa, I have a better technique than the Last Minute Couch Group which I will unveil soonish.
Pearly, I think my skin is usually dark, but Asians don’t think so! I like it when people get tattoos in Chinese characters that aren’t what they think it is!
Aneuk, you might be right, unfortunately, and what pearly said about exotic things adds to that perception.
Will we ever see someone from Papua on Indonesian TV or billboards?
arrgghhh Kent… too bad im wasn’t able to meet you when you’re in town 🙂 maybe next time?
Yes, next time, inshallah!
10 pcs mie sedap ayam spesial @rp1800 –> total : rp 18.000 cash: Rp 50000
1 pcs ( C93 E281014 ) eat at Dee Net Room : 3 + pesan teh botol
9 pcs mie sedap ayam spesial ( warna oranye ) –> di rumah utuh, belum dimasak
Nice one Kent love to hear the tales sometime of malang. we go there each year to visit family. the best city in Indonesia. Drop us a line sometime if you want to end the day with a drink if your in East Java.
Ah, I have been in prison in Malang—twice!
The hostel I stayed at had a notice inviting foreigners to visit the foreigners in jail there. Unforgettable….
Thanks for the invite!