As many of you know, I came to Indonesia without much of an
idea on what would happen, so I thought I was prepared for the “unexpected”. "Known unknowns," if you will. My
trip still manages to defy what few expectations I might have had at the
beginning. This weekend added another layer of unpredictability, but also
understanding, to my time here. It was random and absurd, but also
unforgettably entertaining, and a major step in the right direction for my
attitude towards the next three months.
To start, a summary of last week: I was sick from
Sunday-Thursday with fevers and the fun that comes with such illness. Being at
half-power did not affect me too much, however, because we only had one lesson
besides dance for the whole week. It was Bahasa Indonesian, which I loved,
despite only learning numbers. Hopefully we can really pick up the language
classes with time so I have something to show the embassy when I return to DC,
sometime in the future.
Besides the Bahasa class, we went to see the largest
four-faced Buddha statue in Indonesia, which was pretty cool, but in the back
of what seems like a haphazardly constructed and then semi-abandoned amusement
park. It gave me the impression of the abandoned amusement park near Chernobyl, Ukraine.
It was a weird place. Sadly, I didn’t have my camera because I thought we were
going to a class, which was an unfortunate miscommunication, so I don’t have
any pictures of it. If you follow this link, though, you’ll see how I felt
about it.
Since the program did not get better, morale sank pretty low
as the week progressed.Word spread quickly to the participants in the other
cities, as well as The Committee who, as it turns out, also reads this (hi,
guys!). As a result, things started to turn around on Friday.
Pak Azis from Ministry of Foreign Affairs flew out here with
Grandy, also on The Committee, to talk to us about our concerns, and then
worked out a potential deal with Tydif. I talked one-on-one with Mr. Azis about
the outcome and, if everybody sticks to their word, things will get much better
very quickly. However, I’m very cautiously optimistic, because we’ve received
plenty of talk about help without receiving it.
Following our long negotiation, Pak Azis took us to a
delicious street dinner (my first full meal all week!) and we hung out in a
very pleasant park with a lovely mix of characters, from families to college
students. It was a beautiful night and we finally found a place to have fun,
meet people and laugh. After my original impression of Surabaya, it turns out
there are some nice places to find around here; we just really have to look for
them.
Being a very amateur photographer, I couldn't get the right lighting |
Befriended some musicians and started a singing circle ( I didn't join) |
The park |
The plans for this weekend were to go Malang, a city that’s
supposed to be a three hour drive south of Surabaya. Of course, this is in the
impossible scenario of “no traffic”. Instead, it took us seven hours to drive
down to the house that the arts center had rented for the night. It turned out
that we weren’t quite in Malang, but up in a mountain overlooking the city. And
we weren’t really going to go to the city. But the alternative for Saturday
night was beautiful.
We went to an amusement park.
It was just like my childhood summers in Ocean City, New
Jersey. All thirty of us, as a slightly dysfunctional family (12 participants,
and Tydif crew), convoyed to the fair and the younger ones (in our 20s though)
sprinted for the questionably safe rides while elder members hung back and
guarded our bags. There was even a version of the Scrambler, one of the favorites
from the OCNJ boardwalk. I hadn’t been on rides like these in years; a wave of
nostalgia came with the adrenaline as “The Orbiter” (the Scrambler) whipped us
back and forth.
Rode the swings |
As seen from the swings ride |
After the park closed, we relocated to a bamboo restaurant,
built off the side of the mountain along the main road. There I tried warm milk
with ginger mixed in. It’s strange, but is very relaxing and soothing, perfect
for a midnight drink. Then I tried warm chocolate milk with ginger. This was
tasty, but did not pair well with the mie
goreng (fried noodles) that I bought.
When everybody had begun to fall asleep, we went to the
house, which was painted a solid, intense green, inside and out. Also, we used
this house in Indonesian style, where the entire thirty person group shared the
four bedrooms. The nine guys all slept in a row on the living room floor while
the females sorted themselves upstairs. Again I thought back to my summers in
Ocean City when all of the cousins packed into the living room while the adults
shared the few beds in the rest of the house.
Early in the morning we woke up and, after some disjointed
exercises to get us moving, piled into the convoy and visited a beautiful
waterfall. This was the only thing I expected from the weekend, and it did not
disappoint.
The Back Yard |
Waking up |
Waiting |
From the waterfall, we spent the afternoon in another theme
park, the design of which was baffling. You, the readers, are probably
imagining, where one can move freely among different clusters of rides. Instead
of that, this park was set up in a linear fashion. One could only find
different sets of rides by following a predetermined path. Of course, in each
section you could move freely among the rides, but god forbid you tried to go
back to the previous set. It doesn’t happen. I cannot find the logic in this. Regardless,
my favorite part was eating three orders of sate
(sah-tay: grilled, skewered meat, covered in peanut sauce and, of course,
spice) outside the park before leaving. Sate
is definite proof that a benevolent higher power exists.
In the end, all of this made me look back fondly on all of
my family adventures, and I’m incredibly thankful to have such a close family
at home. Everybody has done so much for me to be able to do ridiculous stuff,
like live in Indonesia for three months. In turn, it’s making me better appreciate
the family that we’re working on forming out here in Surabaya with our
participants and the Tydif studio. Because, when you spend all day every day
together, you become a family, with the ups and downs that come with it.
Despite a huge language barrier, after this weekend I feel much closer to our
Indonesian hosts and can see the effort most of them are putting into parts of
cultivating this relationship with us. Embracing this family mentality is the
best way to adapt to the difficulties that come along with being in this
setting. More importantly, it will help me get a true sense and appreciation of
Indonesian culture, fulfilling at least one reason for being on this
scholarship.
While everything thus far is in another realm from what I
expected, and still very frustrating in certain aspects, the weekend helped me
collect myself and reset my thoughts to see things differently. While there’s
still a very strong desire to study the traditional arts that I came here for,
I had originally overlooked the perfect opportunity right in front of me with
the people that host us. Getting close with them will infinitely improve the
experience. Even if the arts aspect doesn’t work out, I will receive a profound
education through the Tydif crew. With this new outlook, the rest of the
program seems much more promising.
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