Yes, it was bound to occur; someone was bound to scrape together the scratch for a plane ticket to Indonesia. In this case, it’s two persons—my best friend from the early years and his quite adorable wife that puts up with me whenever I visit. This is the first set of visitors I [...]
Omens, it seems to me, in Indonesia all begin with a promise of being somewhere on time. It is at that point that guarantees plans will skew and deviations will occur. One might also venture to pen a culturally related proverb like this: beware of the person who promises to be on [...]
A wondering email sent me scurrying to the online version of The Jakarta Post to come up with the article: Protesters throw rocks, burn flag at U.S. Embassy. Let me assure I am fine. I will report more later on the English camp I went to in the scenic Bira beach area–only an [...]
OK, for reasons that no one seems to explain, my new city can be referred to either as Makassar or Ujung Pandang. A continuity eludes many people. A few airlines refer to here as Makassar, a few as UP. I know this isn’t a problem as many places are referred to by [...]
My plane ticket was purchased, but I’m wasn’t going directly to Makassar aka Ujung Pandang. First, I had to go to Jakarta to look at a few self-access centers, meet with my Embassy supervisor, and wait for my new digs in Makassar to be readied. I’ll probably put together a neat little mass [...]