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Lombok Schoolboys

lombok schoolboys

 

We were in Senggigi, Lombok, for six days.  Each day, this same group of boys would walk by, heading to school on the beach.  Sorry.  Not school-on-the-beach.  They were walking on the beach to get to school.

I love how their shoes are in hand.


My wife’s (a) flower

lombok frangipaniMy wife is a big fan of these flowers.  They grow everywhere around here.  What you see above is a Frangipani.  They are incredibly fragrant and ubiquitous in Indonesia.

A tip for all of you newly married (and maybe old-married) people out there:  find out what your significant other’s favorite flower is and bring it home every once in a while.  Just because.

 


Temple gate

lombok pura meru

This is the gate to Pura Meru, a nearly 300 year old Hindu temple in the city of Mataram, Lombok.

I’m not Hindu, but I am a big fan of their architecture.


When the locals find it hot…

…then it’s probably really hot.

I moved to Jakarta last month.  11 July, 2012.  Before I moved here, everyone I knew who had been to Indonesia told me to prepare to be overwhelmed by the heat.  You see, I’m from Canada.  The Great White North.  I had lived my entire life above the 49th parallel.  I had endured 40 degree summers (Celsius – we’re metric up there) and minus 40 winters.  I had lived for twenty four years in the Lower Mainland of British Columbia, which is temperate and rainy…like, all the time.

What most people don’t know until they get to Canada, however, is that we love to talk about the weather.  When the locals find it hot in Canada, they talk about how hot it is.  They update Facebook statuses commenting on the weather.  They discuss it at Tim Horton’s (donut shop).  They Skype/Facetime/Google+Hangout and discuss how the weather is.

In Jakarta, however, no one discusses the weather.  There’s no point.  In the last seven weeks, the variation in temperature has been within a few degrees.  It’s hot.  We’re very near the equator.  It has rained for one hour in the past seven weeks.  Yes, you read that correctly.  One HOUR.  Not a day.  Not a week of drizzle. One hour.

But, what I’ve noticed is that no one here complains about how hot it is unless they’re from Canada.  I wear shorts daily.  Our security guards at our apartment building wear full, long-sleeved, long pants, paramilitary boots uniforms on a daily basis and they never sweat.  Me?  I look outside and sweat.  I live in the pool. I keep hoping that I’ll wake up one day and it will be 18 degrees.

Yesterday seemed hotter than usual, and I snapped this photo of a guy who was cooking chicken in oil in a street-food cart on asphalt.  Even he seemed to think it was hot.


4 degrees and raining. I need some surf.

So, here is some surf.  It’s a shot I took in Oregon this summer.  I took whole bunch of shots along the beach so that on rainy, crappy days like today I could go to my photo files and feel the summer warmth.

Comfort from the past.

Aaaaaahhhhh…


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