I was so sick when i get off the plane, i got to drag my feet towards the exit. such a long flight. home, finally. I walk outside and breathe in the polluted air, it stink. somehow i dont mind it so much.
The traffic was mad, like always but i dont have the energy to pay attention, i am too sick. dad is driving and he keep checking my temperature, worried. I instantly feel loved. ah, its good to be home.
Spent five days of my short holiday horizontal. trying to recover from the madness of assignment before i come home. typhoid, dengue fever, and whatever else. a doctor said i got this sick because i was depressed and unstable. of course i dont believe him. visit from good friends helps though, i was released the next day.
I was away for less than a year and already i am amazed with the Indonesian driving skills. seating in passenger seat almost feel like a torture and i nearly believe i have lose my ability to drive through this madness, but it all come back after few hours behind the wheel. the traffic jam was really bad but i dont mind it so much, Jakarta suddenly look pretty, with the air pollution hanging low above the skyscraper and the motorcyclist zig-zagging their way around the traffic. I watch people driving expensive cars throwing rubbish to the street, wealth is not equal to awareness, apparently. watch with awe all those stuff transported with the motorbikes; boxes of things, breads, fruits, chickens. chickens!
Before this, every time someone asked me which part of Indonesia i am from, i always answer: the worst bit. they'll quickly guess; Jakarta?. maybe now i wont say that anymore, Jakarta is not THAT bad. especially with the company of good friends.
Reluctantly, i am back in Brissy. Still not all too excited about summer in Canberra but so looking forward to start working. Cant wait for December 2010, extensive travel across east Indonesia. friends, see you soon.