Today we are taking a look at what it’s like to live somewhere besides Florida, Maine, California, and Hawaii. Chrisie, with Yan’s help, has put together a guest blog for us. The photo below was taken at TJ’s Mexican Restaurant in Bali, the day before their wedding in 2010.
Chrisie sent the following:
I looked up the word ‘traffic’ in the dictionary and the definition is moving or movement of vehicles, ships, or people. It’s funny that it mentions that traffic is the action of moving. Indonesians here in Java often use the word ‘traffic.’ The problem is that it is always used when motorcycles, push carts, pedicabs, goats, horsedrawn carriages, and little old ladies with baskets on their heads, are at a dead stop. There is no movement or moving of vehicles or people. You can put your car into park and enjoy your rice cakes, because you won’t be moving for atleast 20 minutes!
This pic is just the crazy situation of southeast asia and the reason I don’t ride a motorcycle unless absolutely necessary.
This is a pedicab being followed by a truck with some guys on top on the road I pass every morning. Road is pretty small.
This is a washing machine on the back of a motorcycle.
There are good things that come with ‘traffic’ here in Java. You can always be late. Those of you that take a while to get out of the house in the mornings; traffic can be your new excuse. If you forget your presentation at the office and need to go back to pick it up; traffic can be your excuse. I think I would like to write the Webster people and ask if we can add a defintion to the word ‘traffic.’ I would say that ‘traffic is the art of being completely still without falling asleep; being stuck somewhere, as you can’t back up or move forward, or go around. Traffic could be the new meditation. We could put it on all the billboards: Need peace, need tranquility, try traffic in Java!
Thank you Chrisie and Yan for an update on life in Indonesia. If we’re lucky, maybe next time they’ll share some food pics!