Here's the second installment of the chuckling slowly series.
I've been taking the bus at least once a week as you regular readers will know. As I've started riding it more and more I have run into a few, um, nuances. I am still the only one on the bus who ever has bare knees. Just mine. On Tuesday I was waiting for a bus home from the radio show. This is easily my least favorite ride of the week. It's with the major of traffic going home at peak time. This means waiting at least two buses to get on the third or fourth or fifth. Two days ago my eyes were rolling and I found myself chuckling when two packed buses stopped to take on even more riders. A third that wasn't even half full went flying by without even a thought to stop. I finally smashed on to the fourth bus when everyone was smashed together.
The buses are more or less like this, but more Indonesian, and maybe slightly fuller. |
Last one for today. Jakarta is a developing country. Many of the structures here are still shacks and lean to's along the sides of the road. The "sidewalks" and I use the term loosely are paving stones at best, an assortment of concrete, gravel and dirt in general. That in mind, the people here spend a disordinate about of time sweeping. On my way to work every morning I see no less than five people sweeping. They sweep in front of their shops, homes, the street, etc. For a country that is perpetually dirty and polluted there is a lot of cleaning happening!
That bundle of grass she's holding? That's the broom that all the Indonesians on street level use. |
Spaniards love to sweep the sidewalk in front of their stores and buildings, but they can't be bother to pick up their dog's poop :P Remember? hehe!
ReplyDeleteGotta love Muslim countries! When I was in Morocco a couple of weeks ago, I felt like I was the slutiest woman in the whole city. One night a worn a skirt slightly aboove my knee and I had all eyes on me, luckily Morocco wore a big football match and men were focus on celebrating. The next day I wore a very long dress, yet it was strapless. I had things said in Arabic, French, Spanish and English, which I sadly understood. men tried to touch my arms and shoulders, horns were blowing everywhere I passed by, and I got fed up and started giving fingers away!!! Till I broke down and bought a shawl and wrapped myself till I walked into the comfort and security of my house in Madrid. I don't know how you stand it over there???
Mildred