Wednesday, September 30, 2009

PORDAFTA 2009



You can't beat a good acronym – and I've mentioned before how much Indonesians like using them. PORDAFTA (Pekan Olah Raga se-DAratan Flores & LembaTA or sports week for the region of Flores & Lembata) is on this week in Maumere and has brought an influx of between 2000 and 3000 visitors from all over the island and the neighbouring island of Lembata (where I still haven't got to..)



Yesterday afternoon I watched a Takro match. This is played on a volleyball court with a lower net but with only two players on each side. The main difference from volleyball is that you can only use feet or heads – no hands ! This makes for some spectacular bicycle kicks, which I hope you'll be able to see if my first attempt at uploading a video clip is successful (there have been two power cuts already this morning while I'm trying to do this !)







Lastly,some more great diving displays were going on in the harbour yesterday afternoon.

 

Monday, September 28, 2009

Party season


Well, I may have had to miss out on the celebrations for my parents' golden wedding anniversary in Bray on Saturday night (although I did get up at 5 am to interrupt the party with a phone call) but that doesn't mean that I got through the weekend without a party as First Communion season continues unabated here ! I weaselled out of one on Friday afternoon after work but one of the first friends I met in the hospital, Kristo, invited mycolleague Peter and me to his kampung (village) on Sunday for his nephew's Sambut Baru celebration. This was a little quieter than the Maumere parties mainly due to the remote location, the family live about 30 minutes drive from Maumere but on a hilltop in a well scattered village and, as usual, with only close family living nearby. Apart from the local family members and Kristo, there were 5 guests from the hospital, one of whom had to leave almost as soon as we arrived as he is a nurse in the operating theatre and was called in for an emergency Caesarean Section (of which there seem to be a lot here, incidentally).



Thankfully, this family had not set up the enormous bank of loudspeakers which most Indonesians feel is an essential part of a good party so we had a very pleasant and peaceful day sitting around with the family in their home. Shortly after I arrived, I was invited to witness the formal ceremony which was another example of how Flores mixes and matches traditional animist ceremonies with Christianity. This ceremony preceded the meal and involved the laying out of most of the dishes that were to be served on the floor in front of the family while one of the family members makes a small offering of rice and meat to the ancestors before the meal is served. After the ceremony, a small dish is passed around for everyone to take a small taste from, very similar to the serving of communion.










After this ceremony, we all got up and moved out of the way while the food was reassembled and laid out in a buffet. Guests are always invited up first which is a little daunting the first time around but at least now I know what to do !

After eating (men in one room, women in another of course), the obligatory bottle of moke (locally produced arak drunk neat in shots) was produced along with the customary single glass which is passed from one person to another, being refilled each time by the "bandar".



Here's the young man who was the centre of attention :  






And here's the newest member of the family,just three months old (he's the one on the left) :


 

One of the highlights of any visit to a family in the villages is when the camera is produced - naturally enough, digital cameras are a real rarity here (this family doesn't have electricity) so it's a real novelty to see themselves on the little LCD screen on my camera after taking pictures. This week I am going to print a few of these pictures and give them to Kristo to bring back home the next time he visits his village. I imagine that the mother of the baby in the last shot probably does not have one photo of her baby yet, imagine how many photographs the mother of a three month old baby at home would have already !       


PS Do you like the wallpaper ?




Friday, September 25, 2009

On this day (well ok, tomorrow)



1959 was the year that Gigi won the best Picture Osar at the Academy Awards.



On 26th September, 1959 Typhoon Vera hit central Honshu (Japan) killing more than 5,200 people.


However, 26th September,1959 was also the day that Norma Pullan walked up the aisle of Rathfarnham Parish Church and walked back down the aisle a little later as Norma Henderson.


 The big party takes place tomorrow night (50 years to the day later) - it's probably the one event that will be taking place while I'm in Indonesia that I really feel I shouldn't be missing. 

Happy Golden wedding Anniversary, Norma & Gordon (aka Mum & Dad) !!!

Have a great party ! 

Thursday, September 24, 2009

Ende, Moni and swimming

It's now Thursday and today (unlike yesterday) at least some people appear to have come back to work after the Idul Fitri holiday. This coincided with First Communion day in Maumere (which is largely Roman Catholic) and there were many parties all over the town on Tuesday - many people were invited to at least ten and I did quite well for a newcomer with five invitations. 

On Sunday, I headed off to Ende which is on the south coast about 160kms away, journey time about 4.5 hours plus a couple of stops for lunch and saddle relief. Ende is overwhelmingly Muslim so my timing was not very good as everything was shut for the holiday on Sunday (the end of Ramadan is marked by family visits to friends and neighbours houses). The small hotel I found fortunately served evening meals as all the restaurants were shut and, even better, had fish and chips on the menu ! Ende is surrounded by hills and is approached by a steep descent down a river valley with spectacular scenery - the town itself is pretty unremarkable.



On Monday, I left Ende and headed back towards Maumere at a a leisurely pace,intending to stay in Moni (the village near the coloured lakes at Kelimutu). As you enter Moni, there is a waterfall with bathing pool near the road so I stopped to cool off just as a truck and bus full of visitors from Ende arrived.       


I followed them down to the waterfall and joined them in the pool, so it was not the most peaceful or relaxing dip. The novelty of having a bule (paleface) in their midst who was able to speak a little of their language meant that I had to have my photograph taken with every single one of them, usually individually. They were especially intrigued by my chest hair ...
   


On my back to Maumere on Tuesday, I was able to understand how travel becomes very difficult in the rainy season, which I have yet to experience. Although it has not rained in Maumere for weeks and weeks, higher in the mountains there had been a little rain over the weekend. In at least four places this small amount of rain had caused some minor landslips - I can't imagine what it will be like after three months of rain !



In one of my earlier posts, I wrote about typical houses but didn't have any photos to hand at the time. Here's one I passed on my way back to Maumere which is a cut above many others.
 

Last photo group of this post : the swimmers were in action in the harbour yetserday with some spectacular jumping and diving displays !



Saturday, September 19, 2009

Motorbikes and ferries (and buses and trams)


Seeing as I've had to turn up unwillingly for work today instead of being halfway to Larantuka by now (I'm joking of course...) I thought I'd post a few more photos of yesterday's harbour activity (there ain't a lot else to take photos of in Maumere except a huge black pig that snuffles through the rubbish but I never seem to have my camera with me when I see it).

Everybody (well, almost everybody) here has a motorbike. Private cars are very much a rarity and most four wheel vehicles are either government owned (easily identifiable as they have red number plates), public transport of one form or another, or commercial vehicles. A traffic jam consists of motorbikes, not cars. In Maumere I can think of at least five places where I could go to buy a new motorbike where a brand new version of my Honda MegaPro 160cc would set me back about Rp19.000.000 or just under €1400 but I can't for the life of me think of one place where I would buy be able to buy a car.
Yesterday at the harbour, there was a shipment of new motorbikes being unloaded, one by one, and being driven off to their new owners.


 
 Meanwhile, elsewhere in the harbour, this ferry was arriving from one of the outlying islands ready to load up and depart again.



And, at another pier, these ferries were completing loading and were about to depart. Note the passenger with the cockerel in his left hand near the back of the boat in the first photo - he leapt aboard just seconds after I took this.





Finally, this one is not from Maumere ! While not wishing in any way to detract from the seriousness of the recent Dublin Bus & Luas accident in Dublin city centre, I was amused to see the advertisement on the side of the bus involved in the accident. (Click on the photo if you want to enlarge it.)


Thanks to Grahame N for pointing this one out to me !
   

Friday, September 18, 2009

What do you mean, "a mistake" ?

 
Ok, so it turns out that the elation caused by finding out that we were to have a whole week off for Idul Fitri was a little misplaced - it turns out that the Bupati (regent or governor of Kabupaten Sikka - Sikka Regency) issued a letter to all the government departments giving this information. However, quite understandably, the hospital management has said that the hospital functions on a 24/7 basis and so hospital staff will only get the minimum leave of two days (Monday & Tuesday). This rules out any plans for a trip to Lamalera, it's not really feasible in that short a time so will just have to wait. Ah well....
I'm writing this in the office on Friday morning at 9 am and it appears that many of the admin staff have just decided not to turn up anyway - there was a certain air of disillusionment around yesterday when the news filtered out so I'm not surprised !
And one of my projects is to write a policy dealing with absenteeism - I wonder if there'll be anyone here to read it.  

Thursday, September 17, 2009

What, a whole week off starting now ?

As a followup to my recent mention of Capt. Bligh arriving in Kupang in 1789, I was interested to read in today's Irish Times (available online free of charge at 8 a.m. here or 1 a.m. Irish time, what a service !) that the Bounty (not the original one, but the schooner built for the 1960 Marlon Brando/Trevor Howard) is in Irish waters at the moment. Read more HERE.



Indonesia is a very religious country and I have written before about how religion is very much a part of daily life rather than just being something you do on a Sunday morning. In Flores of course, the predominant religion is Christian (of the Roman Catholic variety) but it seems to sit quite happily alongside many animist traditions, such as making offerings to your ancestors before important events. For the last month however, it has been Ramadan and although Maumere does not have an enormous Muslim population, this has meant that one of my regular restaurants has been closed for the month while the family who run it are fasting every day. This weekend is Idul Fitri, which marks the end of Ramadan, and the calendar in our house had two holidays marked on it - Monday & Tuesday. I was rather surprised, therefore, to hear yesterday that in fact we finish work today (Thursday) and "masuk lagi" (come back) next Thursday. In my experience, it's not often that you find out at a day's notice that you have a whole week's holiday ahead of you and I guess that this highlights yet another difference between people here and in the more affluent West. My immediate reaction was, of course, "Wow, a week's holiday- let's go away somewhere". Going away somewhere of course requires money and so is not an option that even gets considered for most people.
However, at times like this I look on myself as a tourist and think that in my limited time here I should try and see as much of the country as I can so I'm now busy planning a trip somewhere - maybe to Lembata, one of the Lesser Sunda Islands to the east of Flores - this will mean going back to Larantuka yet again !
Lembata is known for the village of Lamalera, famous for its whaling. As the number of whales caught here in this subsistence hunting operation each year is so small and no endangered species are hunted, this community has been granted an exemption from the international bans on whaling.   

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

At last, the big day...

Yesterday was my friend Chiko's wedding. Chiko works in the hospital in the sanitation department and, as he has quite good English was one of the first people I got to know here. (He's also Mr. hospital radio and roped me in to present a weekly programme until the station got taken off the air recently for broadcasting without a licence - it will be back shortly though). 
This wedding has been a long time coming - I have already attended the "antar belis" at which the family of the groom assemble to collect the dowry, unfortunately I missed the handover itself and on Monday afternoon I attended the family "at home" before the wedding. The wedding itself took place in one of Maumere's many churches at 3.30pm and ended at 6pm, followed at 7pm by the reception. At the reception, there were only two speeches - one on behalf of the groom's family and one from Dr. Asep, the hospital director, on behalf of the "keluarga besar" - extended family. Both Novi and Chiko work in the hospital so this was especially appropriate but this was the fourth time that I have heard Dr. Asep deliver a wedding speech so he's no stranger to it ! After the speeches, the food was served - a buffet of about five different sorts of meat, including the two cows that had been tied up outside the house the previous night. While we were eating, the singing started - the MC called on various members of the audience to take the microphone and sing a song, There was no shortage of willing takers, Indonesians love having a crowd to talk or sing to !
The photo above shows the traditional music (from Paga, Chiko's home village) that greeted guests and the bridal couple at the church - these bodhráns get everywhere !
Below, the pew in front of me - these two were fascinated by having a bule (paleface) to stare at during the long ceremony. 
And this evening, there's another wedding.......

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Shutting down and spitting

Back from Kupang yesterday after a great weekend with 16 other volunteers from Sumba, West Timor and Flores. The weekend was a long one, with two full days interchange of experiences, skills, and some internal VSO stuff as well. 
One of the sessions was very educational, if a little disgusting and educated us about the widespread practice of chewing betel nut (areca). As usual Wikipedia has lots of info, so click HERE to read more. I won't go into details here except to say that this is a very widepsread habit (on Flores usually among older women) which leads to bright red discolouration of teeth and gums and also to high incidences of mouth and gum cancer (in many cases, the parcel in the mouth (usually containing pieces of fruit, nut, and lime wrapped in a leaf) also contains tobacco. Naturally, in the interests of science, I had to try this out for myself and all I can say is that I will be hoping not to have to repeat the experience anytime soon. However, the cultural significance of sirih pinang (as it is known in these parts) is so strong that it will probably be hard to avoid.
The weekend was also an opportunity to wish bon voyage to four volunteers whose placements will end in the next three months so I am unlikely to see some of them again. However, two of them (Stephen and Festus) are on Flores so we will have (another) farewell before they finally depart.
One of the volunteers going home is an English nurse called Jo, who has been a VSO volunteer in Indonesia for just over five years (yes, five - that's not a misprint!).
In one of the sessions entitled "A graceful shutdown", Jo shared some of the things that she will miss and not miss about Indonesia and talked about her "exit" strategy. Top of the list of things she won't miss was spitting, a practice widespread in Indonesia among men and women and usually preceded by violent hawking noises. In many cases, the spit is bright red form sirih pinang. Yuk. (Other items on her list were rice and public transport.) Jo is going back home to retire which she's a little nervous about - she left England as a volunteer immediately after retiring five years ago so has never lived "at home" as a retired person and quite understandably is a little nervous about how this will work out !

Good luck, Jo !

Friday, September 11, 2009

Coping in Kupang

It's Friday morning (a short working day, we finish at 11a.m.) and at lunchtime I'm off to Kupang for the weekend. This promises to be bit of fun (as well as some work, of course !) - I'm attending a meeting of all the VSO volunteers in East Nusa Tenggara (Nusa Tenggara Timor, NTT) Province. Kupang is the provincial capital and is on West Timor (the island of Timor is split in two, East Timor occupies the other bit).

This is really like a trip to the big smoke - Maumere has a population of about 70,000 as far as I can figure out, whereas Kupang has about 5 times as many citizens. It's also my first time off the island since my quick visa trip to Singapore in June, quite a change for me to go three months without being on a plane,let alone inside a car !


Kupang has some interesting history - it is here that Captain William Bligh ended up in his open boat 41 days after being set adrift by the crew of The Bounty. That was back in 1789. About 150 years later, it was an important refuelling stop for early long haul flights from Europe to Australia.

The agenda for the weekend's meeting has a number of skill sharing sessions which promise to be interesting, and if previous encounters are anything to go by, entertaining. Having come from a business background where everyone was talking the same sort of language, and immersed in the same corporate culture, it's really interesting to spend time with and listen to volunteers from different countries with different working backgrounds and hear their perspective. For instance, one of the presentations is entitled "A graceful shutdown" and focuses on the end of your placement and will be given by two volunteers who will be returning home very shortly. As I feel that my placement hasn't really started properly yet, this should be educational ! I'm presenting a session on performance management which promises to be significantly less interesting.

The last word on the subject goes to Dilbert..
 

   



     

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Anyway, where am I ?

A recent comment here (thanks, Mr.Moss !) prompted me to post this. If your geography is anything like mine, you may have no idea where I am writing this stuff from. Well, here I am !
If you haven't used Google Maps before, you can have all sorts of fun by navigating around, zooming in, changing the view from MAP to SATELLITE, etc.  
You can also click HERE.

For example, HERE's a satellite view showing the hospital (the blue marker is the hospital complex and the red one is my house so you can appreciate my long commute to work every day) :





Now, ain't technology great ?

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Mission accomplished...


I can now report that Mission Larantuka has eventually been accomplished but not without incident. I set off at 12.30 pm on Saturday after work, stopped for a coffee break at Boru (about 100kms from Maumere) and was looking forward to the last climb and descent to arrive by 5.30pm or so, just before dark. However, about 15kms past Boru I heard a strange noise from my motorbike which I first thought was a branch caught underneath. I stopped but the noise didn't and I quickly realised that the electric starter was engaged as if I was pressing the switch (and before you ask, no I wasn't). I tried turning off the ignition but the motor kept turning the engine over, I tried removing some of the fuses around the battery (obviously not the right ones though) but no luck. Eventually, I put the engine into a high gear, let out the clutch and let it bump forward until everything finally stopped. Unfortunately, I really mean everything – the bike was now completely dead – no electrics, no engine. I tried kick starting but it was obvious that something crucial in the ignition circuit had given up the ghost. It was now about one hour before dark, I was at the side of the road about 35kms from my destination so there was nothing to do but wait and hope for a lift. Public transport here is quite plentiful but completely disorganised, there is no bus company with schedules and timetables, just plenty of people making a living by using their motorbike, car or truck to ferry others around. One of these (a small pickup) arrived on the scene after about twenty minutes (going the wrong way with about ten people in the back) and we flagged him down and asked him if he could bring us and the bike to Larantuka. He said yes of course, after he had dropped off his passengers. We waited for another while and about twenty minutes later he reappeared again, this time going the right way but with even more people and goods in the back. We waited yet again and eventually he reappeared and started reorganising the back of the pickup to fit the bike. We then started the discussion about price. His opening bid was Rp400,000 which is an extortionate sum and equivalent to about €27.50. I countered with Rp100,000 which he said was impossible. After coming down to 300,000 and then 200,000 we finally settled on Rp150,000 which is still a great price for him. However, at this stage it was almost dark, we had an hour's journey still to go and then had to try and get the bike fixed and find somewhere to stay so I was getting just a little desperate !
We arrived in Larantuka at about 7.15 pm to find the two main bengkels (workshops) closed so unloaded outside one of the hotels, found a room (Rp85,000 per night for two people for a room with fan). The hotel had two cold beers in the fridge (but only two) so we quickly relieved them of those and then headed out for a meal.
On Saturday morning, we pushed the dead bike to the nearest bengkel and I left Frid to explain the problem and wait for the repair while I explored Larantuka. I was finished before he was as there ain't much to explore and he arrived back in the hotel twenty minutes later with a functioning bike (but a disabled starter motor) and a bill for Rp20,000. We quickly decided to take another day and return to Maumere on Monday instead to give us some time to look around.

The rest of the day was spent touring the area around Larantuka – this busy town is at the eastern end of Flores and boasts a busy harbour (well, two actually) with services to the Solor & Alor Islands and also to Kupang, the provincial capital in West Timor. Apart from that, there isn't a lot to say about the place although it has an interesting history – it was dominated by Portuguese influences up to the mid-19th century as it was on one of the important sea routes used by them while removing sandalwood from Timor. Apparently at Easter the town is jammed with visitors and all accommodation is booked up as there is a strong tradition of huge Easter cross bearing processions. There are good views of the islands and straits as you approach the town.
 
 

On the way back to Maumere on Monday, I stopped to take a few photos for you. Just outside Boru, in an area called Hokeng, there are coffee plantations beside the road. Last week on my first attempt to get to the end of Flores, I took these two pictures of the coffee plants.
This time (just one week later) the whole landscape had changed completely and this is what I saw as the plants have all suddenly burst into flower.

Later on, I passed through an area which has many kapok trees. Now, I already knew that this stuff is used as a filling for mattresses and pillows but I have to confess that, until I got to Indonesia, I did not know that it just grew on trees ! The pods are all bursting open and the trees look as if they have been decorated with cotton wool balls.
 
 

Last bit of the biology lesson for today – at the VSO Annual Volunteer Conference every year, the activities include a Community Day, when the volunteers attending the conference spend a day doing some work for the community in the area where the conference is held. Two years ago (long before my arrival here) the AVC was in Maumere and the Community Day involved planting mangroves in a tidal swamp to prevent or slow coastal erosion. I was pleased to be able to stop off and take some photos of the flourishing mangroves to send to Jo Marie, the volunteer whose initiative this was.