So, finally, Mr. Fix It arrived to Indonesia.
I have to admit that it is amusing to see his reaction to everything he saw in Indonesia. Of course I still had the anxiety because of his visit to Indonesia is his first ever, I worried that he might not be able to enjoy his stay for that whole week. Fortunately, my worries were proven unnecessary. Not only that he could cope with the warm Indonesian weather, he actually likes the dynamic of Indonesian living. Well.. I should say Bali and Solo, though, because he hasn’t seen Jakarta (yet). However, one thing he could not have: the traffic.
I think I have to start from the days before he came to Indonesia. He was so afraid to the fact that the lowest temperature in Indonesia is still higher than the highest temperature in Norwich’s summer. He was so worried that he would get a severe sunburn, and got blinded by the sun light, that he asked me to buy sunblocks and a pair of sun glasses. Well, the sunblocks made sense because we were going to Bali, which means we would be outside under the direct sunlight for hours, but the sunglasses was a little bit too much, wasn’t it?
I did not know how he got these silly idea about Indonesia, and honestly, felt a little bit disappointed because of this. I told him to look up for more information about Indonesia. We definitely have a warmer weather compared to the UK, but it is a different kind of warmness (or hotness) too. The heat wouldn’t instantly burn your skin, you only got that if you deliberately lying naked at the beach on midday. And nobody, nobody would just blind themselves because of the sun, unless they were stupid enough to stare at the sun without blinking for three straight hours (I am not even sure that it could make you blind).
Later after we came back to UK, I learned that it was because of people who claimed has ever gone to visit Indonesia (or Bali) told him how crazy the heat would be and that it was so damp that it would make him drench in sweat. It makes me even more disappointed because he did not do what I asked him to do, find out more about Indonesia, so he would not have to unnecessarily freak out.
Soon after he hit the international airport of Jakarta, Bandara Soekarno Hatta, he realised that the heat was totally okay. He did not sweat like being kept in sauna room for two hours, and he did not feel as if he was about to get a heatstroke. In fact he could see perfectly well without wearing any sunglasses.
What surprised him except for the traffic was how the construction workers in Indonesia worked. He could not believe how people could work on a bamboo scaffolding, or walking around the construction without wearing any safe boots or working shoes with steel caps. He kept telling me and my sister how slow they worked and he could do three or maybe five times faster than them. After awhile it no longer surprised him that the health and safety regulation in Indonesia is not as strict as it is in the UK.
Thing that made him a little bit more grumpier than usual is the queuing system and also the traffic in Indonesia. Not only the traffic jam, but also how the cars are trying to get their way in a little bit unethical way. Well… according to him. I think it is just because of different driving culture in Indonesia and in the UK. For example, in Indonesia, flashing the lamp means äfter you, Sir”, while in Indonesia it means “go away, give me way!”, and they don’t honk the horn as much here in the UK.
He especially stunned with Bali.
The architecture, the temples, the dances, the nature and the people in Bali mesmerised him a lot. Of course, Bali has a very unique culture you cannot find anywhere else. The perfect blend of the Hinduism and the local wisdom in Bali has made their culture very distinctive to the Hinduism which you can find in India, where the religion is originated. He was so impressed that most of the houses have small temple for the offerings and the offerings in front of their houses.
I know that in the western culture they don’t really believe in the spirits and curses, but he was willing to follow the rules of the temples in Bali, out of respect to the living culture. If he had not mentioned this, I might not take a closer look to this myself. Maybe he was right, maybe I took it for granted, something that for the eyes of an outsider like him was great and beautiful.
In the end, I am so glad he likes Indonesia. He even said that if the fiance visa is failed, he would be more than willing to settle in Indonesia and he would be quite happy living in the tropical country like Indonesia (and since he has experienced Solo too, he said he wouldn’t care if it is Bali or Solo).
What a relief….