Monday, April 30, 2007
Hoe kun je zien dat je zoon of dochter voor een langertijd met Indonesiers omgaan?
Marc en Brynne willen enkel eten wanneer ze spelen.
Brynne vraagt “mau susu” of “mau juice” (mauw soesoe / joes) wil melk / juice
Marc vraagt “I want mau susu” Ik wil wil melk
Brynne zegt als ze klaar is “Habis”.
Marc houdt van Nasi “dat is witte rijst”.
Christiaan antwoord “Nama saya Christiaan” wanneer een Indonesier zijn naam vraagt in het Engels.
Aidan is een papagaai die Indonesisch praat maar niet weet wat hij zegt.
Mikah begint te verstaan wat wij in het Indonesisch zeggen.
Wist u dat er 3 veel gebruikte woorden zijn rijst er is een vierde woord maar dat ben ik vergeten en wordt niet veel gebruikt.
padi (dit is de rijst dat wordt geplant)
?? (geoogst rijst voor dat het gedroogt en klaar is voor verkoop)
beras (dit is de rijst voor het gekookt is)
Nasi (gekookte rijst)
Rijst is hier de belangerijkste stapel. De mensen eten het drie keer per dag en als ze het nog niet hebben gehad, vinden ze dat helemaal nog niet hebben gegeten.
Zo hadden we vrienden over voor lunch toen we later met ze waren winkelen vroegen ze of we niet hongerig waren? Zij waren wel hongerig aangezien we ze geen rijst hadden gegeven voor lunch.
Dit fenomeen betekent dat je wanneer je een McDonald’s menu ordered niet moet vergeten dat je om patat moet vragen aangezien de menus normaal met rijst komen.
De Sundanese mensen hier koken niet veel voor zich zelf ze kopen hun eten langs de weg of de deur aan deur verkoper komt langs met hun favoriete eten BASO dit zijn gekookte vis of vlees ballen in een soort soep. Ik heb he teen keer gehad mat vondt er niet veel smaak aan zitten. Ik heb liever Nasi Goreng Kambing een matig hete nasi met geite vlees.
Wij houden van Indonesisch eten wat het eten hier goedkoper maakt, aangezien aardappelen, groenten en vlees nog al duur zijn. En he teen stuk moeilijker maakt voor Erica aangezien zij moet uit leggen aan de pembantu hoe je dat dan moet koken.
Alle kinderen zijn weer zo goed als gezond na een week van de een na de ander een soort buikgriep te hebben. Het maakt je altijd wat zenuwachtig als je ziek wordt. Je vraagt je af of het Typhoid, hep A, Dengi fever, of iets anders is.
Vorige week waren we wezen site seeing een dag later was hij in het ziekenhuis met dengi fever dit is een ziekt waar je witte bloedcellen omlaag gaan en je dus zeer moe en uitgedroogt wordt. Hij moest voor een week in’t ziekenhuis liggen. Hij had een van de duurste kamers Rp 650.000 per nacht zo’n €60.-. dat zal een stuk goedkoper zijn dan een nachtje GMS (he Luuk?)
Na een week in het ziekenhuis moesten ze Rp 6.500.000 betalen dit was de overnachting en de medicijnen, verder had hij bijna altijd een zuster dichtbij al was dat waarschijnlijk omdat hij a Bulai (wit persoon) is en omdat hij een DVD speller had.
Maar de zorg was goed en het ziekenhuis is dichtbij.
Sunday, April 29, 2007
The latest craze in kids toys here... It's Megablocks....
I can't believe that it is already six years since I went into labour 3.5 weeks early, completely unprepared, to have Aidan. Aidan got to open some presents bright and early and then after church he got to open some more and we had cake (after getting all the ants off it) along with our friends from Canada. His favourite present is a cool little remote control car. Unfortunately Aidan went to bed with a fever, so don't know if the planned class party will happen tomorrow or not. He's the last of the kids to fall victim to the virus that is making the rounds. So far Hugo and I have not gotten sick.... yet....
Love that grin!!
Sometimes we feel a little overwhelmed with all the people asking us for help. I have decided that I would like to help our neighbours out. You can’t help everyone and I feel it is best to choose one or two families and help them out in a way that will benefit them for a long time. I also try to make sure that I have coins in my pocket when we go out on the motorbike so I have something to give to the old ladies and disabled who are begging on the roadside. If we allow ourselves to get too involved and think about it all the time, we won’t be able to live normally. I have to admit though, that every time we go out on the bike through Bandung and I see kids basically living on the median in the road, filthy, physically handicapped people, and old people begging by the side of the road, I feel very, very sad and very, very rich. Not only rich in money, but rich because my family and I are a part of the communion of saints.
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Today I went with a few other MAF wives to go look at some fabric shops. It's rather overwhelming here as they don't have shops like back home that display everything really nicel. Here rolls of fabric are just stacked on top of eachother. So we didn't spend a lot of time looking. We walked around and just looked at stuff, making a spectacle wherever we went just because we are white chicks. The guys like the one sitting on the bike-type thing were always calling out to us to see if we wanted a ride. The passengers sit in the front and the guy pedals at the back.
On thursday we started watching a film - which we do once a week in Unit 7. This particular film is about a young couple that is expecting their first child. They live with the husbands parents and the mom is very traditional in her beliefs as to what you should and shouldn't do while pregnant. You shouldn't buy things for the baby until you are at least 7 months pregnant. You need to wear a little knife around your neck when you go out to keep bad spirits away. If the woman has a craving, the thought is that it is actually the baby that has the craving and the dad must get or allow the wife whatever she asks for. The belief is that if the cravings aren't directly fulfilled, the baby will drool until he/she is an adult. Yikes, that's a lot of pressure on the poor husband!
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Christiaan got whatever Mikah had and has been home from school for two days now. Last night I went with a mom and her daughter (New Zealanders) to a hospital as the daughter has been sick for two weeks. They asked me to come along to translate for them as the mom has only just started unit 2. The girl, Jamie, was admitted into the hospital and they figure she has a respitory infection. Going to the hospital is frustrating here because they just don't explain things to you. And when you ask a lot of questions, like I did last night, they think you are weird. Indonesians don't ask questions. They view doctors as being half gods so they just do whatever the doctor says. If he says take these yellow pills three times a day for ten days, they just do it even though that yellow pill might be just vitamin C.
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
What a story! The sad truth is that polygamy is legal here and according to the Koran, you are allowed to have up to 4 wives if you want. I personally haven’t met anyone in a polygamus marriage, but some friends from school have. Also, my neighbour Ibu Umi has been actively pursued by a man that is already married with children. But she has no interest at all in becoming someones second wife…. Can’t blame her….
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Monday, April 16, 2007
Now I just want to have a little gripe session. The longer we live here, things that didn’t really bother me before, have started to bug me. Number one, there is not one single closet in this entire house. There is only one armoire and it is in the boys bedroom. There are cupboards at the end of a few of the beds, but you can’t open them as long as there are sheets and blankets on the beds, and they are rather gross inside, so we don’t use them. My kitchen is sooo small. The upper cupboards are where I store containers for leftovers, all my dishes and some dried spices and even the frying pans and freezer bags etc… Don’t ask how I fit it all in…. Underneath the sink is taken up by a gas tank for my “stove” and my actual “oven” on the other side. The rest of the space is used for pans and some big bowls and baking sheets. In the dining room is a kind of pantry where we store the rest of the dried goods. So that is it for storage. There is stuff piled up everywhere, it is starting to drive me nuts… I have to admit though, the longer we live here, the nicer this house seems. I guess that’s because everyone else around us has much smaller and less convenient houses. If you look at our family photo on the left of the screen you will see four different houses. The one on the far left is our house. At the back you can see a small balcony with a little roof, that is a different house. To the right of that one is another house, which thankfully has been unoccupied the entire time we’ve lived here, on the far right is a pink house and that is where Bilal and Gerda live, although Gerda sleeps at her grandparents house, the one with the little balconey, as there is only one bedroom in their house. A few feet in front of us, you can’t see it on the photo of course, is another house. So you can how close we are living to everyone around us. Sometimes that bothers me, like when my neighbour decides to have a heated conversation on his phone at 11:00 at night, outside, in front of his house. Sometimes it really feels like camping here…. And of course, the fact that we have absolutely no yard, just a few square feet of tiled space only large enough to store a motorbike, is becoming old. I’m so ready for the kids to have a yard to play in. Okay, I’ve griped long enough, we’re just getting sick of school and sick of living with someone else’s stuff etc…. It is getting harder and harder to stay motivated to study. We love living here, but our goal is to live and work in Papua, and that’s where our crates are currently headed, if they don’t sink to the bottom of the ocean…
Sunday, April 15, 2007
These are a few photos that I couldn't post on saturday due to bad internet connections. In the first photo Brynnie is trying to jajan - that's the word Indonesians use to describe when a child goes to a warung (little shop) to buy snacks. She was pointing at everything and saying "mau!" Mau rhymes with cow and means "want" in Indonesian. The warung she is standing in front of is the one that we buy our water and gas from. The second photo is of our neighbour Ibu Umi making gado-gado for me. Gado-gado basically means a hodge-podge of things making up a salad. Her gado-gado is made with a peanut sauce and lime juice and hot peppers and garlic and shalots which she grinds up in with the mortar and pestle. Then she mixes the sauce with cabbage, potato, bean sprouts, some kind of dark green healthy veggie and cucumbers. If you want tofu with it you can, but we really don't like tofu. One portion costs 3,500 rupiahs, about .50 Cents. It is quite tasty, but because it is a cold dish, I find it a bit hard to eat a lot of. The third photo is of Brynnie sitting at Ibu Umi's picnic table for customers with Ibu Umi's granddaughter Asila. They love it when I bring Brynnie up there for visits and Brynnie loves hanging around there too. She's gotten a lot calmer and doesn't run onto the road where there is constant motorbike traffic.
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Shopping note: There’s nothing like the feeling you get when you get a 10% discount on Pringles chips that are nearly at their expiry date!!!
Thursday, April 12, 2007
Weird tasting Heinz ketchup from Singapore
Syncritism - Hindu mixed with Islam or Christianity
lanes on the road, but do they really mean anything?
tiny little packages of everything (most people buy only what they need for one day)
If you have to walk any farther than a few steps to get to the nearest warung (little shop)it's really too far away.
Guys wearing womens pants that are baggy on top and too short and tight on the bottom (yuck!)
Chicken flavoured Cheetos (only Aidan likes those)
A severe lack of proper storm drains so any time it rains, there's a flood on the road...
Watching really terrible english movies on TV, interspersed with 10 minutes of commercials every 10 minutes of film
movies for .50 CAD
Of course it might have been filmed illegally by someone sitting in a theater and then copied about a million times...
Really, really sweet tea
Fruity drinks with bits of black jelly floating in them (weird)
Really, really red hot dogs
No Tim Hortons timbits!!!!
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Yesterday we studied pancasila (pronounced panchaseela). Contrary to what most of the world believes, Indonesia is not a muslim state. This was big news for me too. Pancasila means panca (five) sila (basis). These five basis form the philosophy of Indonesia. In 1945 when Indonesia became its own country the president at that time, Sukarno, decided this was how it was going to be. The five basis are:
Belief in the one and only God
Just and civilized humanity
The unity of Indonesia
Democracy guided by the inner wisdom in the unanimity arising out of deliberations amongst representatives
Social justice for the whole of the people of Indonesia
Of course which one and only God you believe in is up to you, but you must choose one of the six officially recognized religions. You must not lie. There have been people who’ve become Christian and who didn’t change their religion on their I.D. card. They were questioned by the police because that is considered lying to the government and it is the governments business here to know what your religion is. Back home that’s considered an invasion of privacy….
Monday, April 09, 2007
We wish you all a blessed Easter as we remember the death and resurrection of our Lord Jesus Christ!
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Monday, April 02, 2007
This is Aidan's latest creation. A few months ago he discovered the joy of making pictures and is really quite creative. Apparently these are all good guys that have special abilities when it comes to fighting bad guys. Note: even if it doesn't look like a guy, it is a guy - usually a guy holding something in his hand which will help him fight bad guys....
I'm not sure who the person in Indonesia is who is visiting this site. Who are you?
We are down one day of spring break and I think our pembantus (helpers) survived. It helps that we have friends down the gong who have a Nintendo game cube with four controllers....
This morning I was talking with the woman who tutored us when we first came here and couldn't start school right away. I asked her what she thought of Easter. She told me that when she was a kid she went to the local christian school as did about 90% of the kids from this kampung at that time. Now the quality of the school has gone down a lot so not so many go there any more. She said that she would go to the assemblies at the school, but didn't really listen or believe what was being said. She said that she was already firm in her own faith. Her opinion is that it's nice that we have something to believe in, but she's quite happy believing in the m*slim faith. She said that when Mohammed died, God asked him if he wanted anything and Mohammed asked that God forgive the sins of everyone so God promised that he would. So if she believes this then of course she sees no need for Jesus death on the cross. She believes that the most important thing is to be good to other people and then to follow the rules of I*lam like praying five times a day and fasting at Ramadan. What would you say to someone like this? Without offending them of course... My initial thinking is this is the kind of thing that requires a long time....