It's the end of they day, like 4:00 or later, and you head up to the soccer field across the road from our house. There's 4 games each day. One for boys and one for girls and one for women and one for men. The females play last when the light is dying out and the spotlights are turned on. Unfortunately there are only lights on the one side/end of the field. You sit alongside the road and cheer loudly. Then a guy selling bakso goreng comes on his motorbike. For 1,000 rupiahs you can buy a stick. The children begin to clamber around.
Saturday, November 27, 2010
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I love that post! Gives an idea of the culture out that way :)
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