A trip to the mosque
So the other evening I decided to attended the evening prayers at the mosque after my family had broken their fast. This was quite an exciting cultural experience for me :). So I dressed in a full white outfit from head to toe with only my smiley face on show. Still very obvious that I didn't belong there. So I went in with my host mammy and the maid. Off I went with my little rug and laid it out on the ladies side of the mosque. Met loads of lovely ladies that were delighted to see me there, I told them (actually my host mother told them) all about my husband in Yogya, when we got married, where we got married, why I'm not pregnant yet, my plans for the future (My marriage is such a wonderful topic that my host mother tells absolutely every stranger that I meet.)So rather than sit there and look more strange than I already did I joined in with all the standing up and kneeling down and all the malarkie. Was all very exausting in the heat and all the layers of clothing. By the end of the hour and few strands of my naughty hair had come on show... opps... Watch this space for the pictures.
Other news from Ramadan
So as you know bold things between non married couples is ever so naughty in Indonesia. Therefore during Ramadan the ever so friendly policeman go around all the hotels. They knock on the doors of the rooms and check on the activities of the people inside. If they happen to find a boy and girl and they don't have the proper marriage identification to allow them to be in the room together doing whatever that people of the opposite sex do in hotel rooms together. Well then they get in big big trouble... naughty naughty!
Another thing I love about hotels is that the ceiling always has an arrow letting you know which way to pray. Very nice of them indeed.
That's all my news's... things are all lovely. My burn is healing up nicely, my scabies are gone (oh I never wrote about them - I got scabies in my feet and on my back - apparently little crabs that burrowed little holes to eat my tasty skin - basically they are bedbugs - from beds that aren't aired out and the person who slept there before left them in the mattress. Lovely eh!)
Other news from Ramadan
So as you know bold things between non married couples is ever so naughty in Indonesia. Therefore during Ramadan the ever so friendly policeman go around all the hotels. They knock on the doors of the rooms and check on the activities of the people inside. If they happen to find a boy and girl and they don't have the proper marriage identification to allow them to be in the room together doing whatever that people of the opposite sex do in hotel rooms together. Well then they get in big big trouble... naughty naughty!
Another thing I love about hotels is that the ceiling always has an arrow letting you know which way to pray. Very nice of them indeed.
That's all my news's... things are all lovely. My burn is healing up nicely, my scabies are gone (oh I never wrote about them - I got scabies in my feet and on my back - apparently little crabs that burrowed little holes to eat my tasty skin - basically they are bedbugs - from beds that aren't aired out and the person who slept there before left them in the mattress. Lovely eh!)
posted by Aileen at 10/04/2006 04:52:00 p.m.
3 Comments:
Your life is so cool, so interesting, I'm jealous! The nearest thing I have to all of this is my friend's Dad is fasting too and he lies on the sofa all weak and then he stuffs his face full of curry once it gets to 7pm.
that is disgusting - the crabs I mean
Love Fi
Did you really get married?!? Or is that a Indonesia "marriage"?
I lived in Bali for a while when I was younger. So many things I read on your webpage remind me of my time there!! Big difference though, Bali is a little pocket of Hindu in a sea of Islam. So I never got to go to mosque but I did get to go to many a crazy temple.
So great to hear about your adventures.
Cheers
J
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