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Beach seller

seller

The hardest part of enjoying time on the beach is entertaining the many sellers that walk up and down trying to sell their stuff to the tourists.  Well, actually, the hardest part is saying, “No,” to most every one of them.  They like to look at me like they don’t understand English, as if waiting in front of me will make me say, “Yes.”  I don’t, but I just love feeling awkward…that was sarcasm.

I am impressed by their ability to balance their wares on their heads, though.  Seriously.  That’s amazing.

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People are people…

…just trying to make a living and feed families and take care of themselves.

Btw, the thing he’s wearing on his face is a hygienic mask.  Everyone seems to wear them here for two main purposes:  they wear them when they have colds and don’t want to infect everyone around them, and they wear them if they spend a great deal of time around car exhaust.  I don’t know for which reason he’s wearing his, but he doesn’t seem concerned that it’s not over his nose and mouth.  Maybe it’s just a sartorial choice.


Commercialization of a volcano site

 

Tangkuban Perahu is an active volcano that is about a two hours’ drive from where I live.  It is about 30km north of Bandung, and it is a hub for local merchants.  The shot above is of all of the shops, both retail and food, that line the northernmost part of the trail.  There are at least five times as many shops on the total site, but this shot offered the best vantage point of the shops and trail.


That guy I always say “Hi” to…

He works on the corner of Kemang Selatan V.  It’s a lovely little street, with little traffic.  He has few teeth, but an incredible smile.  I see him on my way home in the afternoon.  I call out, “Selamat sore,” and he smiles this grin that makes his eyes all squinty and returns the greeting with one a little louder and more excited than mine.

We barely know each other, but I feel like we’re friends.


The paradox…

…of Jakarta is that there is incredible wealth and abject poverty.  There are designer clothing stores and a community of people who live in the garbage dump (one of many, I’m sure).  The difference, as I have been noting many differences between life here and “home” in North America, is that there is no way to escape the paradox of this city.

I was having this discussion with some of my colleagues (Chris, Glenn, Trent – I’m talking about you) and we talked about how easy it is, in the “developed world” to see poverty and those living in it, and then escape back to the suburb or neighborhood or gated community of your choice and forget what was just seen.  Here, in Jakarta, there is no escape.  The wealth lives next to the poverty.  The highly fortunate live behind a wall that is built against the open lot in which people barely subsist.  The Rolls Royce (and yes, there was one that passed me on my walk home from work last Thursday) drives right past the flower sellers and “Ayam Bakar” merchants.  They all live in the same place.

Purposeful ignorance is the only way to avoid seeing those who, by chance, were born into a life of poverty.  That’s the paradox of the city in which I live.