We’ve been in Indonesia for just over two weeks now and we are loving it. I haven’t got this much sleep in years. I’m getting like more than 9 hours per night on a regular basis. Rinus and Sheralyn say it’s the heat and being in a strange culture so I’ll take that excuse I guess. The last two days we’ve been in an area of Indonesia that was hit really hard by the earthquake a few months ago. They are still only barely started to get on their feet and rebuild.

It was a very interesting time as we went to help them, to contribute to their efforts of rebuilding. We went with an organization called GenAssist, and they basically empower the people to do their own reconstruction work. They provide the supplies, train supervisors in building codes to make the buildings more durable if there is another earthquake, and then divide up the people into crews that help their neighbors, one house at a time. I really appreciate the way they are doing it. When we got there the people associated us with GenAssist, so to them we were the face of the organization, thus they all thanked us a million times for helping them even though we hadn’t done anything yet. The first day they let us help at first but when our jobs ran out they never really assigned us to new things. After a while I gave up and made efforts to play with the kids that were around. This was challenging, as they are extremely shy of white people. I got all smart and thought I would try and teach them a game. So I drew on the cement a hopscotch game. They were too shy to play it with me but when I would walk away and turn my back they would try it out. After a while they got less shy of me and I tried to teach them some English. I thought I would start with numbers so I drew 1,2,3 on the cement and said them very slowly. I could see them mouthing it with me but they wouldn’t say it out loud. After a while I gave up and just as I walked away I heard one of the girls count out loud in English from 1 -12. Obviously they already knew their numbers. After that I decided that they could maybe teach me numbers in Indonesian. It took a while but we got it figured and I learned one to ten, sort of. I got them to write down their names and how old they were and some other Indonesian words like bicycle and house and body parts. It was quite neat to have them teaching me.
That evening we met up with a doctor and nurse who were associated with GenAssist. They took us out for supper to a restaurant that was on a lake…literally. It was a floating restaurant. To get to it there was a pull bridge or trolley. Like they only build part of a floating bridge and then use ropes to pull the bridge from one side to the other. We had fish and fish and rice and spinach. It was very good! The house that we slept in that night was very nice and the next morning I had chicken soup for breakfast and John had chicken curry. Mmm Mmmm We both passed on the Cow Lung.

That day we wanted to start working but every time we indicated this they would offer us a snack or show us more things. This could have been frustrating if we had been really determined to do some work. In the end we let it slide and it was a good day. An Indonesian that spoke some English came around and did some translating for us. He said that the Indonesians felt like it would be mean to make us work and that’s why it wasn’t working out. We told him to tell them that’s why we came and after that they let us work a little bit. The biggest thing that came of that was that they ladies asked me to come into the kitchen and help prepare lunch. I fried Tempe and Tofu and made Sambal.

Tempe is made from Soy Beans and is pretty good, Tofu when deep-fried is actually quite good if you can get over the consistency, and Sambal is basically hot sauce to the extreme. I actually got to make the Sambal so I am excited to make some for my dad and brother when I get home. The recipe goes something like this… 2 cups broken up jalapeño peppers, 3 cloves of garlic, 2 baby purple or red onions and 1 tsp salt. The peppers, garlic and onion are deep fried for about 5 minutes. Then I used a stone bowl and stone tool to crush them all together with the salt. In Canada I think I would use a blender on a slow speed for about 2 minutes, you want it to still be quite chunky. That’s it… I think I may have offended her by not wanting to try the thing I made, John tried it and he said it was VERY hot. After lunch I also got to go on a motorbike ride that day, me and three other girls…on one bike. What an experience. In Indonesia, motorbikes are the cheapest form of transportation, cars are too expensive for most Indonesians, and many families use their bike to do anything and everything. Think of things that we would do with trucks, cars and vans and then put all that onto a motorbike. We saw someone the other day hauling chickens, about 50 – 60 of them, on his motorbike. They were all tied by their feet in bundles and then draped over the bike, we’re pretty sure he couldn’t see his speedometer because there was chickens on the front and the back. People use motorbikes to haul bales of rice or tobacco, whole families, or anything else they can strap to the bike.

The thing that gets me is the babies that are tied to their moms, like a baby carrier, and then the moms can drive or ride and still have use of their hands. I couldn’t imagine riding on a motorbike with my baby, let alone not holding on to him…
Tomorrow we are going to an orphanage about an hour from where we are. I’m excited about this although we’ve been warned that the kids are very shy so they won’t seem excited to see us at first. I’m still looking forward to it.
On a special note…we’re now able to give a more firm idea of when we will be returning to Canada. John’s brother Peter emailed us to let us know that him and his girlfriend Mel will be getting married in May next year. We think we will try and be home for that. CONGRATULATIONS PETE AND MEL!!
John and Andrea