I’m Alive

Whenever I get on planes, I imagine how it would crash. I imagine the kind of airlessness inside a tin can of death and time hovers on the mortal and the ever after. Before I know it, it lands and I’m spared the horrible movie playing inside my head.

In other word I’m alive and well, children! This city has treated me well. Welcome to Indonesia where the food is better, the traffic is worse, the air smells funkier and the people oh so quirkier. It’s been what… 5-6 days now? My limbs are still in their rightful places. I’m okay. I can rock this town.

I came with the father, tagging along wherever he goes. I’ve met with soo many different people. They’re all really really fascinating. Everyday is always something new. Two days ago some grody old man started talking to me on the angkutan kota (a “well-worn” mini bus) and started selling his Korean health machine thingymajig. He had teeth like broken fences, smells strange and had white wisps of cotton for hair. He was creeeeeeeepy. His hand grazed my side at one point. *shudders* haha okay sooo many more stories and I would write it all here. I have it all recorded in my laptop which is beginning to sound like an epic tale about a small-town girl’s misadventures in the city. But NEVERMIND I shall probably tell you more my slight obsession with transportation systems here some other time.

Oh right I should probably tell you that I am writing this in an internet cafe. We’re still looking to set up internet at home so if you know of a good internet plan in Jakarta, drop a comment okays? I am rather enjoying this laptopless life. The electricity tries to get funky with me and I was electrocuted several times. I’m actually secretly enjoying this life without emails and internet. Now you can’t track me down with inane requests when you don’t have a bloody corporate identity detail for me to follow (rawr)!

Hokay. Work starts Monday. I am terrified and really really excited too.

Adios~

p.s. I can cross the road now. A+ for me.