Real Dayaks and YouTube…

Hi,

All is well at work, I’m a little tired as today was quite busy with project planning.  Worse, I had an 8:30AM meeting! (I normally don’t even leave the house until 8:30!). I had to wake up at 6AM!  So, I’ll just answer two emails today: one very fast, one very long!

Keiko Wrote:

“I like your blog. Besides great photography, I really love your humor and personality! You should make videos for YouTube! Will you?”

Hmm, I thought of doing that, but I am not sure. I hate to even be in photographs, so it’s hard to imagine being in video!  But I am considering it. hahahahaha :)

By far, the most frequent question/request I receive is to see photos from projects rarely seen, and photos most cannot shoot (due to lack of access to the places).  

Stephanie Wrote:

“Hi, I like your photos. You said before you went to Kalimantan.  Are there naked people there, like in Papua?  Do you have any tribal photos?

Well, Stephanie, I have not seen any tribes that reside naked (beyond bathing). But I have visited The Dayak tribe, which is indigenous to Kalimantan, the 2nd largest island in the world.

Getting to the areas of Dayaks who live in very old and traditional ways is quite difficult.  After hours driving into the mountains, I had to ride on the back of a motorcycle over rocks, hills and rickety old wooden bridges that were splintering apart, 10m above a rocky river of rushing water!  At one point, when we were going up a steep hill, I had to jump off the bike because it was flipping backwards! Even with the craziness of getting to them, it was worth it!

*~ Dear Gravity: OK! I’m Fat, I Get That! ~*

On the way to the traditional Dayaks hidden deep in the forest, I saw other Dayaks who live more conventional lives. There were even Christian churches made of wood along the way, suggesting there is a cultural change taking place.

(This is not to say they are all turning Christian, but that there are Christian influences now: they may be forming a new hybrid religion of Christianity and old religion, as can be found on the island of Sumatra).

The deeper we drove to the hiddent Dayaks, the more primitive (Hmm, is this the best word?) their living became. On the mountain road (before needing the mountain bikes) houses were on one side of the road, and steep, green hills covered in foliage were on the other side of the road.

Three Dayak GirlsThis photo shows 3 girls peeking out of their door at this strange guy walking around their home.  This family actually is quite affluent, and as you can see, their door is quite modern.  Their home is more modern than most in their area, which are mostly wooden shacks with no electricity. 

The girl in blue on the left is so brave. She stayed at the window quite a lot and followed me around and stood for several photos.

There is a belief that if a foreigner visits Kalimantan, he has to be very careful to not associate with the local girls, or they may use magic to keep him there.  One person I know told me of a cousin who went there, fell under such a spell, and never returned home. It was years since being home, yet he thought it was only a few weeks!

When driving to this area, we passed a very beautiful girl sitting alone on a rock in a green field, combing her long black hair with her fingers.  Every guy in the vehicle was ripping neck muscles to turn their heads backwards Owl-style to look at that girl. Believe me, the girls do not need magic to capture men. *~ Hahaha ~*

110 Years YoungWhile the girls’ home was somewhat modern, their next door neighbor, in contrast, lived in a wooden shack with no electricity.  Also contrasting to the girls is the neighbor’s age.  This lady is 110 years old!  When we were walking around, she came walking out of the hills across the street carrying a basket of veggies she picked.  She said she picks them herself on a regular basis, and adds them to rice that her son brings to her.  She’s one of the sweetest people you will ever meet!  We offered her some of our snacks, because it is obvious she as so little, but she asked “What about you? Will you have enough?”  Wow. She was concerned for us more than herself.  Even at 110, she’s a beautiful woman, and must have been super pretty when young.  Oh, her life style and diet is so natural, that she said she’s NOT the oldest in the area! 

After leaving this area, we drove more and more in the truck to where we got the mountain bikes.  After a very fun (really, it was!) but scary ride, we arrived in a place I was shocked to see.  it was really like going back in time, relative to their living conditions.  But, their manner of dress was more modern with typical shorts and shirts.

We were told the children just recently began going to school (again, either hours walk in the mountains, or riding on back of mountain bikes), which is a great news to hear.  The people were quite open to me, given I showed up unannounced for my 1 hour visit.

Community ChatLooking around, I first noticed there was a regulation sized badminton court made entirely out of bamboo!  The people were sitting out doors chatting.  

But also scary because I could only imagine what it is like to grow up in this type of place, literally hours away from any hospitals or help in case of emergencies. Actually they did have electricity: a single tiny solar panel (maybe 1.5ft x 1.5ft in size) that was used to power a single radio, so they may listen to weather forecasts in case of severe weather conditions.

Homes were high off the ground on logs used as stilts.  Under the houses lived live stock (If you look close in the community photo above, you will see a huge sow (female pig/hog) and her piglets feeding from her).

Housing was not the only difference between the traditional and partly-modern Dayaks, religion is too.  I described the wooden churches of the first set of Dayaks.  These traditional Dayaks have huge animal jaw bones mounted on wooden staffs, along with bloody blue jeans and jackets! The bone was as wide as my head, and it had deep cuts into it, as if it was hit by an axe! There were one staff in each corner of the compound.  Magic is definitely used in this place.  I’m still researching the exact use of this.  I’m also curious what animal bone is it!  I’ve never seen such a huge jaw bone!

 

The children were very open and curious.  It was a mixture of curiosity, shyness and desire to be photographed.  This one girl really wanted her photo taken, but very shy.  I made funny faces at her so she feel more at ease and give a natural smile.  After two photos, she really got into it, moving her hair, and twisting this way and that way for each photo.  

Pre-teen Dayak Girl
Bravery vs. Shyness: Indonesia’s Next Top Model

The youngest ones also were so brave!  She and her brothers liked to play hide and seek with the camera hahaha!

Dayak Girl: Queen of the Mountain
Dayak Girl: Queen of the Mountain

There was even a newborn girl, yet to be named!  She was very bright eyed! 

 

Ok, Next time I will answer more questions (I’m avoiding the “what are the Indonesian Girls like?” ones, as I do not want my friends, mostly girls, to try to kill me!).

Take Care!

 


Exploring The Underground World of Sex Workers…

I’ve been doing a lot of research lately for current and future photographic projects. I’ve been reading many research papers and Millennium Development Goals (MDG) documents relative to Indonesia from the UN, WHO, USAid, and several NGOs. Two particular MDG that caught my attention are related to HIV-AIDS and Gender Inequality/Women Empowerment in Indonesia.

While the supporting research and documents went into great detail about the current status of these initiatives, work being done to combat them, and future goals, I noticed very little was mentioned about how the two topics share some common denominators and even fuel each other. Because of this, I’ve begun a new project that focuses on women sex workers.

This post is to give you a taste of what I’ve discovered and learnt to date during this on-going project. As with all my photographic projects mentioned on this site, this blog post’s text and photographs are a mere sub-set of the written article and photographs for this project (e.g., last post had 7 photos, but that particular photo essay has 25 photos in total). The text below, while quite long, is not quite 40% of the total document! I didn’t want to bore you with research citations, footnotes and bibliographies. :)

Some people have asked why I do not post all of the photographs for the projects I write about. The reason is simple: I’m almost done developing the new www.BeyondExposures.com website, which will house my photographic work in its entirety, including detailed photo essays and supporting articles. The new Beyond Exposures site will be up and running hopefully by mid-March. For now, I only post a handful of the photographs from each photo essay and introductory text I choose to mention. This particular post will focus purely on the overall experience and stories told by the women and health workers. A detailed paper will be completed by end of the week (as requested by the Ministry of Heath) and posted on Beyond Exposures for public access.

Defining The Project’s Parameters:

After weeks of deliberation, I narrowed my project to focus on five key areas: the women’s induction into sex work, motivations for staying, physical and mental health status, general profile of the typical client, and future outlook.

I picked a specific group of sex workers located just outside of Jakarta in the Tangerang Municipality to interview and photograph. Other groups in different areas will also be interviewed in the future. I managed to get permission from the women’s managers through health support group who supplies free condoms and health examinations to the sex workers. I had full access to the buildings, the women, as well as the support from “Mama and Papa” (the managers of the women).

Technical Difficulties:

Let me say one thing before I begin giving you details: This was the hardest photographic effort of my life! I had to shoot in near total darkness, with no flash and no tripod. I had to walk very quickly, yet quietly, past rooms with clients being serviced, and get photographs without being caught. I had to find a way to get sharp photographs while people moved at normal rates of speed, while being forced to use insanely slow shutter speeds.

Additionally, I need to mention the men and women in these particular photos knew they were being photographed. The photographs are real-life simulations of the actual events that take place over and over again each night in exact detail of how things happen: from condom use, to groping by the men. The men and the women gave their permission to be photographed, with the exception of the actual client who’s back was turned to me while he was asleep in the photo.

The Location:

Getting to the area was a challenge in itself. The physical location is on a long, thin cape of land not much wider than 25 meters, but easily more than 10 kilometers in length. One side of the cape has a beautiful scene of fishermen. The other side of the cape has a scene view of the water and small islands with airplanes taking off and landing at the airport in the distant background. The cool wind is constantly blowing. There are no mosquitoes!

The bumpy, dirt road is in extremely poor condition and is only wide enough for one car. A number of times, one car had to pull into the grass and mud so another car could pass. Deep grooves are carved in the mud road from the many motorcycles that travel up and down it.

The Cafe Faridah
The Cafe Faridah

Along the long stretch of thin land are dozens of rectangle-shaped buildings (about 25 meters long and 15 meters wide) built over the water. The floors and beams are made of Indonesian bamboo, which is said to be the strongest bamboo in the world. The buildings are bisected length-wise. The half next to the land is the dimly lit café area where drinking, dancing, women selection, and negotiations for sexual services take place. The other half of the building is 10 to 15 rooms (that are not quite 2.5 square-meters in size) where the women sleep and service clients. Each of these buildings has 10 to 15 women living there. Each building has a Mama and Papa who watches over the women.

On the end of most of the buildings are warungs (small convenience stores) that sold food, snacks and other things such as hand lotion and cigarettes. Across the road from the buildings are several street vendors cooking hot food, as the cafes only offer drinks.

While the women and managers knew my plans, the clients of course did not, and certainly would have objected to being photographed. I arrived at the location early morning, when the women were just waking up and preparing for the day. I was able to survey the building. I asked the women to sit on the far end of the bed when with the clients, so the client’s backs would be to the door (and thus not easily see me). I was allowed in the tiny cashier office of the café so I could shoot photographs through a 12 square-inch opening used to hand out beer and exchange money. When walking past rooms with women servicing clients, I had to be extra light-footed because the bamboo floors would creek under my weight with each step.

How Business Is Conducted:

Due to the remote location of the cafes, men come either by ojek (motorcycle taxi) or by a mini-van supplied by the café managers. The cost is a flat Rp. 100,000 (US $10) where 15,000 pay for the room . The remaining 85,000 are paid to the sex worker.

Iis dancing while others relax
Iis dances to the fast beat while others relax before work.

At night, stretch of land is saturated with loud, fast rhythm music. The girls stand outside laughing and dancing, calling out to the men as they drive past in hopes to get him to stop at their particular cafe . As men are transported down the long stretch of cafes, he picks one to stop at based on personal interest (maybe he likes a particular girl at one café, or he picks the café based on how lively it is).

Workers Negotiating the Price
Worker and client in price negotiations

Once at the café, he negotiates with the girls or a manager before entering. If a deal is struck, he enters, gets a drink at the cashier window, and has a great time drinking, flirting and dancing. This is the time the client chooses which girl he’d like to be with. Drinks are not included in that Rp 100,000 price.


Yeni Being Man-handled by Client

Once he and the girl agree to be together (the workers can decline the man if they wish to) they enter the back rooms where he is serviced. The girls do try to get men to use condoms, often successfully, but some men just do not like them. After sexual activity, the men either leave the café, return to the dance hall for more drinks, or just fall asleep on the bed. The workers go to wash their genitals and reapply makeup if needed before returning to the dance hall. If the man wants to stay with the girl all night, the cost becomes Rp. 200,000. Upon leaving the building the client settles his entire bill at the cashier window before departing.

Client Sleeping After Being Serviced
Client Sleeping After Being Serviced

Focus Areas 1 and 2: Induction Into Sex Work and Motivations for Staying

Induction into sex work varied from trickery by management to a conscious choice based on immediate financial need, to even revenge against men. Physical harm is not an issue for the women.

Yeni, age 24, was told she was being sent to work in a restaurant, only to learn the café’s true nature after arriving. She initially felt compelled to stay due to the threat of character assassination, as well as the original need to earn money to help support her family, and sold her virginity to an unknown client. One would initially think Yeni is a very happy, upbeat woman, but the more she talked about her situation, the sadder she became with tears welling in her eyes. She simply hopes to meet a good man and get married so she may leave.

Yeni And Cient
Yeni and Client

Rina, age 30, has been at the café by choice for 2 years. This is her second time working at the cafe. She entered a marriage at age 18 to a man who eventually shared and sold her to his friends. After years of abuse, she left him. Rina then came to the café to work for about a year before leaving to enter an informal marriage as a second wife/concubine. Her second husband also abused and cheated on her. After giving birth to a son, she contracted HIV from her husband. Rina returned the café to earn money to send home to help support her family. She has a dream to one-day work as a beautician or stylist at a salon.

I asked Rina would she be allowed to leave if she one day decided to try work at a salon. She said the women could come and go as they please–e.g., for shopping or visiting back to their home village–as long as they let Mama or Papa know in advance their intentions and time they will return. When I asked about condom use, since she has HIV, Rina smiled and said sometimes the clients use them, sometimes not. Most of the women interviewed said a lot of the clients do not fully understand how to use condoms, and the women must explain and demonstrate its use.

I later learnt that Rina plays judge and jury with her clients. If she feels the client is a “good man”, she encourages him to use the condom. If she feels he is a “bad man” then she encourages him not to use a condom, in hopes of infecting him with HIV-AIDS. She blames her first husband for her circumstances, saying if it not for him, she’d not be a low woman used for sex. Revenge, vindictiveness, and a low opinion of clients in general are driving factors for Rina remaining at the café in addition to the need to earn money for her family.

Elin Waiting In Her Room
Elin Waiting In Her Room

Elin is 24 years old. She is married and has one child. Her husband is fully aware she is a sex worker, and fully supports her choice. She was not tricked or forced into sex work. It simply is the fastest way to earn the most money to send home and build a savings. She has definite plans to work for a specific time before leaving to start a business of her own (the nature of the business was not mentioned). She has a very “business” attitude about her situation. I asked Elin how often she sees her family. She sees them on regular intervals, but for only very short visits. Longer visits are hard on her child, who would beg her to stay home.

While all of the women interviewed had various origins, introductions to sex work, and motivations for staying, one thing is clear. The ability to earn large amounts of cash in a very small time frame is the key reason for remaining in this line of work. I should mention drug addiction has often been sited as a means for managers to control women, but this is not the case for this particular group.

Focus Area 3: Physical and Mental Health

Disclaimer: I’m not a doctor (MD or PhD). I’ve only studied Psychology in university from General Psychology to advanced Abnormal Psychology (the first two classes of General Psychology being required, the other five classes in Abnormal Psychology taken as electives and simply because I loved the topics). I almost double majored in Psychology (my first major was Computer Science) since I had completed the majority of the core requirements for the degree. I still read Psychology papers and journals, purely out of interest. With this being said, I speak only from a well informed, albeit non-PhD, opinion of Psychology. My statements regarding physical health are based on confirmed physical issues told to me by the women and the local heath officials who provide free routine physical checkups and HIV-AIDS tests.

The physical health of this particular group of women is fairly good. Some of them, such as Rina, have tested positive for HIV. Women interviewed have mentioned the need and use of oils as lubrication to prevent vaginal irritation and soreness, as they sometimes must service clients when they are “not in the mood.” Each woman services one to three clients each night, seven days a week. If a woman does not feel like working on a particular day, she is allowed to stay in her room, or work in the café area entertaining the clients. When menstruating, they work only in the café area, keeping the clients company while they drink, and dancing.

Some of the women suffer from poor self-concept and self-esteem. Self-concept is the cognitive/thinking aspect of how a person views herself. Self-esteem is the affective/emotional aspect about how a person feels about herself due to self-concept. Depression is also prevalent, as women must suppress their emotions feelings in order to wear a mask of happiness and excitement in front of the clients. Other examples of mental health issues are as severe as schizophrenia.

A few of the women suffer from obvious issues of sexual promiscuity, despite cultural influence (i.e., they enjoy being sexually promiscuous despite coming from a culture dictates it is a negative social behavior) and truly like what they do for a living. They are aware of the dangers and social opinion of sex work. They see it purely as a job to earn large amounts of money quickly with little effort, and are no different than being a singer or actress or other performer.

Focus Area 4: General Profile of the Typical Client:

The clients vary from unmarried 20-somethings to married older men who travel well over 2 hours to the café’s remote location to avoid being recognized. Fortunately, the clients who frequent the café are not violent. In fact, most of the women stated their clients are very caring. Violence is extremely rare, as managers keep a close eye on everything that is happening, and intervene when a client is too drunk. Drunken clients sometimes do become verbally abusive, using rude language and slang for what they want when the women service them.

Just after servicing one client, Elin came to me to describe the experience. Typically, services last only about 30 minutes. Her particular client did not want her to open her bra, stating he only wanted “the bottom area.” While being polite, he rejected the use of a condom, stating they feel strange. After being serviced, he paid her an extra Rp. 150,000 (US $15) as a tip for good service.

Another worker, Iis, came to me after her client, a regular visitor who is very rich but married, to describe her experience and history with this particular client. She’s known him for 4 months. He visits her at the café on regular intervals, but they’ve never had sex. He has erectile dysfunction. Despite being very pretty, and using every trick she could think of (from manual stimulation, to performing a strip tease, to oral sex, and even trying to arouse him with multiple girls) he just cannot get aroused. They end up talking in her room during his visit. He is very generous by giving her Rp. 400,000 each visit, as well as sending her cell phone Rp. 50,000 credit. When she wants to return to her village, she contacts him via SMS and he comes to bring her money for her trip home or gifts for her to take home.

When asked if clients sometimes develop infatuation or crushes on the workers, the girls laugh that it does happen at times, and it is great as it means the men will return soon, or give them extra money in addition to the Rp. 100,000 fee.

Focus Area 5: Future Outlook

The women all are very smart. Their key motivation is always to earn large sums of money in a relatively short time by what they feel is an effortless way, despite the mental and physical dangers. All of the workers have talked of their dreams to leave and lead conventional lifestyles.

Rehabilitation centers, which provide counseling and job training, are available to the women. They are all aware it is free to them if they choose to leave the café. Most of them stated they are interested in entering such rehab programs, but I am sad to say I personally feel such rehabilitation cannot be successful in its present form.

Why do I say this negative thing about a positive facility? I say it simply because money, in large sums and quick access to it, is their motivation. Most of the girls have little to no education (despite being very ‘street smart’). The types of jobs they could be trained for will not pay the same amount of money they currently earn to send home to their families. Furthermore, they receive large sums of money on an almost daily basis, while a conventional job would only pay them once a month. So, given the fact they would earn less, and receive that smaller pay less often leads me to think rehabilitation, in its current form, is not a viable solution, unless the women, and their families back in their villages, are willing to accept less pay in exchange for honorable work. That’s the trap, at least for this group of women: addiction to, and reliance on, the large sums of money.

I strongly feel the only women who will fully benefit from the rehab centers will be the ones without family depending heavily on them for financial support, thus freeing them from the immediate need to earn large sums of money.

I will soon tour the rehabilitation centers. I will find out if I am right or wrong. I’m hoping I’m wrong.

Special Thanks:

I just wanted to give a quick thanks to my friends who helped me to gain access to the areas and workers, as well as acted as translators for me during the interviews. I should also thank Mama, who was very hospitable and tried to spoil me with many foods like roasted peanuts and donuts. Her adorable daughter kept supplying me with free grape soda! The health workers teased me by saying the daughter (maybe 12 years old?) likes me as she kept following me around, standing close by to watch what notes I wrote in my Pocket PC and smiling at me after inspecting my photos in my Canon’s viewfinder. When Mama and the family wanted a photo with me, the 12 year old wiggled her way under my arm. Hahaha!


“Mama” and her daughters

Last, and certainly not least, I want to thank the workers, who were very friendly and open to any questions I had. I was allowed to photograph them getting ready for work and even bathing (but I’m a gentleman and declined). They seemed very interested in my motivations for being there. After talking to many of the girls, they were asking my friends “Does he like one of us? Which of us does he like best?” *~ Kyaaa! ~*

Elin, Rina, Schizto Worker and Social Worker
Elin, Rina, a schizophrenic worker and Social Worker

My Current Status:

My teaching contract will soon come to an end in mid-April. I’m debating to continue to teach English at another school in Jakarta (a long, sad story behind this) or to pursue Humanist, Cultural and Special Interest photography full time–meaning I’d need to find a source of income to pursue photo projects. I’m still pondering over the variables. So far most of my photographic work has been given freely to organizations, as the work help them to help others. I feel like Harry Potter sitting under the “Sorting Hat”

Sorting Hat: “Difficult, very difficult… Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either, and a thirst to prove yourself, but where to place you…”

I’ll soon implement my donations button. Hopefully some kind souls will help me to help others in need through my reportage, photojournalism and photographic work.

Bahasa Indonesia Lesson for Today:

Tolong: Help
Saya: I/Me

Ex: Tolong Saya! (Help me!)

Take Care!


A Man-made Disaster

I’m currently at home nursing a very bad cold. I actually started this blog in my head Sunday morning, when I received an emergency SMS and call from a friend saying “Rodney! Get your camera! Lots of people are being evicted from their homes into the street by hundreds of police!” I could hear the rain outside, even though I was half asleep. Hearing of this news brought me to full attention. I got dressed fast, forgetting to take a shower, grabbed my camera, and jumped into the taxi. This blog is about what I saw. These are just a few photos taken that day.

I traveled to an area called Rawasari in central Jakarta. Hundreds of police and health officials were there as people scurried from place to place, carrying all they could before the steam shovel destroyed their homes and businesses. Maybe you wonder “why???” It’s simple: the businesses and the houses were there illegally for over 5 years.

It began to rain more. I’m soaked, my hat’s soaked, and my bag’s soaked. Thank God for Canon’s L lenses, which are weather sealed but cost me each over US $1000, and B+W Multi Resistant Coating filters that are harder and clearer than glass, and are water and dirt repellent. These filters cost me a small fortune, but all of lenses are protected with this filter on the front of it: a true blessing in the heavy rain and heavy dust in the air (due to the demolition).

My camera, the Canon 20D, was not as lucky as it is not weather sealed, but it’s my baby and I’m never selling it. It held up in the pouring rain, but I had to keep drying it with a very wet shirt. The viewfinder still has water evaporating *cry*. My 20D is like an aging quarterback: it’s doing the job, but getting old and soon will need to be benched to make room for a new rookie. I am in desperate need of a professional camera body to match my professional lenses, and the 20D can be its backup.

*~ Dear Santa: I need a pro camera like the Canon 5D or the Made-by-God 1Ds Mark III! ~*

Hundreds of on-lookers were on the bridges with mobile phone cameras, pocket cameras and video cameras as people splashed in the mud and rising sewer water, carrying anything they could save from demolition. A famous TV reporter was on the scene talking to people. I’ve never seen so many grown men crying.

Chinese ceramics were stored everywhere: under bridges, sitting in the mud, and in the street. The ground around the store was covered in sharp, broken ceramic pieces. My feet got may scrapes, but luckily no deep cuts. People in flip-flops trekked through ankle-deep trashy, muddy waters with arms-full of items. It was a truly harsh scene.

The businesses are extremely successful, albeit illegally built, and filled to the brim with imported Chinese ceramics, vases and such. It’s said Rawasari also has some of the best deals on top-quality rattan furniture. Storeowners stored their expensive vases and goods under the bridges and underpasses. Rattan furniture was sitting in the rain. Even more goods just sat in the mud in the rain, in hopes it was far enough from the buildings so they would not be damaged during the destruction.

Behind the stores, business owners had built a hidden kampong full of rundown buildings, which they rented to dozens of impoverished families for US $15-30 a month for the privilege of living illegally. Most of the men work as trash collectors. All inhabitants were giving just a week’s warning by the government, and offered US $50, to move to other locations.

The kampong inhabitants wanted to accept the money and move, but their business owner landlords wanted to stay and fight, and would not allow their kampong tenants to leave. Because tenants could not leave, they could not accept the money offer. Now their homes are destroyed, and they are out of money.

Children were everywhere. One little boy, who did not live in Rawasari, came from his safe home, in the torrential downpour, to look for his little friend. He was visibly upset because no one knew where his friend’s family was, and their home was already torn to bits. He just kept walking in the rain with his head down past the broken buildings.

I was less than a meter from all going on. I took photo after photo as the hundreds of officials carrying wands and enforcement sticks stormed the buildings, evacuating people (but not by force, unless absolutely needed). I even walked into the structures with the officers, 2 people behind the leader. Amazing, they allowed me. Maybe my “national geographic” hat and camera made me seem I’m there in an official capacity.

I went everywhere my chubby body could fit. I got hit on the head a few times tiny pieces of wood or pebbles but was quite fine. My friend was terrified to follow some places I went, and called me on my mobile to scream “The steam shovel’s coming! Get out of there!”

I ventured deeper and deeper, finding new places people were hidden and lived. In a panic, they were collecting all of their items into trash barrels to move out. I saw the famous reporter talking to an old woman. She smiled and waved and asked if I want to come in. I waved back and kept going hahaha. *~ OMG She’s Super Cute! ~*

People were running out of buildings with items literally seconds before their exits were caved in by the steam shovel. It was a gruesome site.

There is a ton more I could write… I will later.

Next post: Illegal Mining in Kalimantan, and color (yes, color!) photos

Bahasa Indonesia Lesson for Today:

Belum: Not yet.
Sudah: Finished
Ex: Anda Sudah? Belum. (Are you finished? Not yet.)

Take Care!


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