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.
Alright. After today’s post, I’ve got to start shooting, and posting, some new stuff. Here’s the end of my walk to school:
One quick note here. I love these guys. Our school has a security guard on practically every floor, and they greet me as I enter the building. I’ve struck up a bit of a rapport with a few of them, Pak Setyo especially. He and I have agreed to trade language lessons. He learns English from me, I learn Bahasa from him. It’s a nice trade-off, but I like the relationship more than the lessons. The security guards are one of the many joys of working at SPH International.
…I haven’t the foggiest. The gates on yards here in South Jakarta are often pretty, sometimes elaborate, sometimes looking like they were cobbled together with what might have been a nice gate at one point and then beefed up in security by slapping barbed wire and corrugated metal on them.
This one, I thought, was pretty nice.
I take a twenty minute walk to work each day. I am going to show you my walk to work, but it’ll take a few days. It’ll also take quite a few photos. Here’s the first part. We live in an apartment complex that’s part of a much larger complex of condominiums and townhouses. We’ve got lots of security. You’ll see them soon.
We walk past our security gate and some really nice guards every morning. I used to walk with headphones in my ears all the time, but I hear, “Selamat pagi,” so often in the morning that I keep my headphones out until I’m well on my way up the hill away from home.
We’re past security and on the way to school, and so are a lot of other people. Our school is a couple of kilometers away, but another school, an Indonesian National school, is located right outside our Villas. From what I understand, this education is free, and so many students and families want their children educated that they send them to a school that is so overpopulated that they run two schools in one – one that starts at 6:30 and another that starts at 12:30. I feel hope and sadness at the same time.
I don’t know if you can see them, but the bajaj drivers are waiting for my wife and children, who drive to school, and then I start up the hill. Once I crest the hill, the rest of the walk is easy. Flower shops on the left, miscellany on the right.
This past Sunday, my family and I attended a church that is in the downtown of South Jakarta. It is on the second floor of a bank building, next to and across the street from a number of very tall buildings. I left the church after my family and made my way down the street when the reflection of this one building in the glass of another caught my attention.
I turned my camera towards it, aimed, and fired off three shots. As I took the last shot, I heard, “Hey! Hey! No bagus! No bagus!” A security guard had seen me snapping photos and moved from his post to a spot about two hundred meters from me and was yelling at me, telling me that what I was doing was not good (“bagus”, which is pronounced “ba-goose”, means good). I waved, and put my camera behind my back and walked away, and so did he.
I looked up the name of the building later – it’s an energy company. I wasn’t even shooting the building itself, just the reflection of another building. I wonder what they’re hiding in there.
Oh yeah…sorry for the scrolling. If you want to see the whole thing in one shot, click on the photo.