At the Ende of the world
Trip Start Sep 01, 2010
63Trip End Jul 05, 2011
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I spent an interesting morning with Eng’s family in a small village just outside of Ende. Six people live in a three-room house, with walls made of woven bamboo slats and a tin roof to keep off the rain and heat. They were quick to welcome us into their home and the eldest daughter rushed off to the market to get supplies for lunch, which she then spent nearly four hours preparing in the dirt-floor kitchen at the back of the house
The teeth of many locals are rusty brown due to the custom of chewing betel nut, and it took me a while to get over my initial shock at seeing women spitting red wads of betel juice into the ground at their feet. (shudder)
I am more grateful than ever to have short hair, not only because of the breeze on my neck, but also because I shower two or three times a day. My long, thick hair would have been a real pain. And just to clarify: by "shower" I mean using a little bucket to dump cold water from the small tank in the bathroom over myself. When it’s 32 degrees outside, showering becomes one of the best parts of the day!
One of the great adventures of travel in Indonesia is riding helmet-less on an ojek (motorcycle taxi), clinging to the driver as the ojek swerves around oncoming traffic, pedestrians and stray dogs. It really is the fastest and cheapest way to get around. This morning, I spent a good 20 minutes riding around town, trying to find yogurt. Not that I really needed it, but it was fun to see if it could be found. Turns out it couldn’t – dairy products are scarce here. But the ride was exhilarating!
Oh hi Mom. I mean, I wore a helmet the whole time. And knee pads. ;)