Marriages and motorbikes
Well it's week number 2 in Indonesia. Things are going swimmingly. Getting used to classes starting at 7.30am and the mosques singing at 4am. Indonesia barely sleeps. Not getting used to how much mosquitoes love to eat me and buzz in my ears. My feet are the most popular part of my body... heavens knows why.
The life of the person in a relationship is emmm... somewhat difficult in this lovely strict muslim country. Couples barely touch eachother. There is absolutely no kissing in public - you can even be arrested in some cities. If you are not married it is very difficult to do anything. You can't live together, it's difficult to find a hotel that'll let non-married couples stay in the same room. Basically marriage is the only answer. A wedding cert in Indonesia looks like a passport and it's the way to get anywhere near your man. You have to show it to your landlord to rent a house, stay in a hotel... the list goes on. It's also very entertaining being a foreigner in Indonesia with an Indonesian man on my arm the looks are just fabulous... thankfully Japan has eased me in nicely!
So on to motorbikes. One week ago I was never on a motorbike, but i had to face my fear as it's the only way to get around in Indonesia. Wonderful Aileen though is on the bike an hour and then I go and burn a gapping hole in my leg. Silly little me didn't know that you are supposed to always get off the left side of a bike and silly little Pung didn't tell me either! So my burn wasn't that bad until I decided to go to the doctor just to make sure everything was ok... however this doctor well... he's good for the drugs but not much else. He cut off all the dead skin burst the blister and stuck a bit of gauze on the wound that my lovely skin started growing over, So feck the doctor I have restarted treating it myself along with my first aid kit buddy Michelle - we had fun with tweezers and antispectic earlier. So tomorrow - it'd back to the doctor for drugs only... hopefully it'll heal up soon enough with not much of a scar ;) fingers crossed eh!
The life of the person in a relationship is emmm... somewhat difficult in this lovely strict muslim country. Couples barely touch eachother. There is absolutely no kissing in public - you can even be arrested in some cities. If you are not married it is very difficult to do anything. You can't live together, it's difficult to find a hotel that'll let non-married couples stay in the same room. Basically marriage is the only answer. A wedding cert in Indonesia looks like a passport and it's the way to get anywhere near your man. You have to show it to your landlord to rent a house, stay in a hotel... the list goes on. It's also very entertaining being a foreigner in Indonesia with an Indonesian man on my arm the looks are just fabulous... thankfully Japan has eased me in nicely!
So on to motorbikes. One week ago I was never on a motorbike, but i had to face my fear as it's the only way to get around in Indonesia. Wonderful Aileen though is on the bike an hour and then I go and burn a gapping hole in my leg. Silly little me didn't know that you are supposed to always get off the left side of a bike and silly little Pung didn't tell me either! So my burn wasn't that bad until I decided to go to the doctor just to make sure everything was ok... however this doctor well... he's good for the drugs but not much else. He cut off all the dead skin burst the blister and stuck a bit of gauze on the wound that my lovely skin started growing over, So feck the doctor I have restarted treating it myself along with my first aid kit buddy Michelle - we had fun with tweezers and antispectic earlier. So tomorrow - it'd back to the doctor for drugs only... hopefully it'll heal up soon enough with not much of a scar ;) fingers crossed eh!
posted by Aileen at 9/13/2006 11:36:00 p.m.
1 Comments:
Urgh ... you so know how squeamish I am! :( I feel faint at the thought of it all!
Hope the leg gets better soon - sounds incredibly painful!
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