probably because, everywhere I go in Jakarta, there are so many security guards. Security is a micro-economy here in Jakarta. We have security at our apartment, as seen above, at our school, at the local grocery stores, in the malls, on the street directing traffic. They are ubiquitous. If I didn’t know better, security guards could be the national bird of Indonesia.
I love these guys, though. I’ve never met one who hasn’t flashed a gigantic grin when I say, ‘Hi,’ and who isn’t genuinely helpful. Thank you, security guys. You make me feel secure.
The Vespa is alive and well around here in Jakarta. This one? Not so much.
I took a little walk down the street from where I live tonight and snapped these two photos, which I processed and then merged in an up and down diptych. There is an RCMP training center here and they have all of these police cars sitting in a compound waiting to be turned into patrol cars. I shot them through the fence and the whole time I kept thinking that I’d arouse some suspicion, seeing as there are signs everywhere like the one above: NO TRESPASSING. I know that I wasn’t trespassing, but I was hanging around with a camera and maybe that’s enough to get in trouble.
Sheesh. I’m turning into such an adult.