I’m coming to the end of my fellowship and am preparing to fly back to the U.S. soon, which of course prompts all sorts of reflection on my past 10 months in Indonesia. I’m ready to go to the U.S., but there are definitely things I will miss about Indonesia. And there are definitely things I will NOT miss. To wit…
Things I will NOT miss |
Things I WILL miss |
paying $3.00 for a can of garbanzo beans | paying $4 for a pedicure or $6 for an hour-long massage |
expensive crappy wine | mango juice, soursop juice, fresh young coconut juice |
views like this: | views like this: |
being called to every time I go out in public: “Hello Miss!” “Hello Mister!” “How are you!” “What is your name!” “I love you!” “Good afternoon Mrs.!” “Bule!” (which means “white person” or “foreigner”) | being treated like a celebrity |
a national cuisine in which roughly 80% of the food is fried (usually in palm oil) | fried tempeh |
being asked where I live, if I’m married, if I have a boyfriend, or how old I am, often by complete strangers | being told I am beautiful, often by complete strangers |
slow internet | a portable modem that allows me to go online almost anywhere, regardless of wi-fi service |
watching people answer phone calls and carry on conversations during meetings and workshops | cheap (we’re talking $3 for an hour-long call to the U.S.) and easy pay-as-you-go cell phone service |
public smoking pretty much anywhere | volcanoes (smoking or otherwise) |
5 am calls to prayer (loud and annoying) | 6 pm calls to prayer (reassuring and soothing) |
my neighbor’s rooster, which crows ALL. DAY. LONG. | the neighbor ladies who chat with me (“Where are you going?” “You are so healthy.” “You are so beautiful and sexy.” “You are so polite.”) and bring me snacks. And the security guards in my neighborhood who all say hello to me during my walks (“Good evening Mrs.”), even when I pass them 3 times during my loop. |
breakdowns in communication | the ease and frequency with which people smile |
never totally knowing when a scheduled meeting will actually start | the relaxed pace of life |
litter | bougainvillea |
finding things like this in my house:
(it took me 10 months to work up the courage to photograph one of these monsters instead of running away from it squealing like a little girl) |
finding things like this in my house:
(they eat bugs (although I’ve never seen one take on a 4-inch spider) and they’re cute, but I did get a little tired of cleaning up lizard poop) |
public restrooms with no soap, and knowing most Indonesians don’t carry/use hand sanitizer (there’s a reason the left hand is considered dirty around these parts – it usually is!) | cream baths (a misnomer as this does not involve a bath but is actually a deep-conditioning hair treatment coupled with a head/scalp massage) |
always wondering if I will get sick when eating at a new place (because of poor hygiene, limited refrigeration, no FDA regulations, etc.) | when waitstaff at places I frequent remember what I like to order and how I like to order it (no rice, sauce on the side, etc.) |
the noise (I somehow brought up noise ordinances in my writing class the other day – my students were both awed and horrified by the concept of volume regulation) | buying pirated movies for $1 each |
indirectness | a flexible work schedule that allows for a lot of travel |
rice at nearly every meal (and being questioned when I don’t eat it) | rice paddies (they’re beautiful) |