Living in Indonesia

It is easy… Living in Indonesia is easy. Public transporation is easy to get, food seller is everywhere, plenty of malls and relatively affordable.

I lived in Bogor where their main public transportation is angkot. They are numbered according to their route. And there are a lot of them. I mean a lot, they passed by every five minutes, maybe even less than that. Angkot is the main cause of the traffic jam in Bogor. They are everywhere and they don’t care about rules. They park wherever they want, they drop passengers off as well as pick them up anywhere they like. There isĀ  no ‘angkot’ stop.

But despite the messiness caused by angkot, Bogor is a good city to live. It is not as crowded and as polluted as Jakarta, but it is not too far from Jakarta where everything is happening (1 hour train ride will get you there, you’ll get depressed going to Jakarta by car. Just saying).

Indonesia has many beautiful beaches. My favourite is Ujung Genteng. It is secluded, beautiful and so peaceful. But it is very hard to reach. It took about 9 hours ride from Bogor and the roads were bumpy. To be honest, I hated the ride, but I do love Ujung Genteng.

When I first came here, lots of people stared at me. I did not understand why at first, I always thought I had something on my face. Hahaha… turned out, some of Indonesian people were fascinated by my white skin and light brown hair. To them, I was a rare creature. Some of them even asked me for a picture. It was really weird. I got used to used eventually, but still, sometimes, it was annoying.

One thing that I don’t like living in Indonesia is they charge me for a ‘bule’ price which can be 3 times more expensive than a regular price, especially to get into a tourism area. I went to Borobudur Temple in Magelang, Central Java with my wife in 2015. They charged my wife for IDR30.000, but they charged me for IDR 180.000,six times more expensive! The only difference was they help me put on a sarong, which is mandatory to enter Borobudur, while my wife put it on herself. So if we went shopping, my wife walked a few steps in front of me to get the best price.

The traffic here, I must say, is a mess…. motorcycle everywhere, angkot everywhere with not so little personal vehicle. So the traffic is always busy. Motorbike is the worst. They just do not care about others. They ride on a sidewalk, they ride on the other side and get angry if someone tells them off. Only in Indonesia I have seen motorbike can do so many things. I’ve seen it with 4 people on it, carry a lot of goods (from fridge to boxes of shoes), only the driver wears a helmet, and many more.

But everything is so simple here. We didn’t have to go through a long and tiring process to rent a house, food seller everywhere, public transportation available anytime, especially now they have online public transportation (my wife loves them), and the people are friendly and helpful (at least my co workers, friends and neighbours are).

I do love living in Indonesia with all the complications.


Before her…

I was married to an Indonesian before I met my wife now. I have got to admit that Asian women are very attractive. They look younger than their real age.

Before my ex wife, I had a relationship with a Philipines who lived in England. It didnt work between us because I was addicted to games. I spent most of my times playing games and it made her sick, so she left me. Things was actully ok between us, because she has lived most of her life in England, she understands my cultures. It was my fault for not paying enough attention to her.

Life with my ex wife was totally different with the life I have now.

When I first came to Indonesia, everyone treated me like a god. simply because I have brown hair white skin. Everything I wanted was granted, I got the best of everything and was always first served. Life was good.

My ex wife didn’t speak English well. She had limited knowledge of grammar and vocabulary and she barely understood what I was saying. She only understood half and guessed what the other half meant.

I honestly thought her bad English won’t be a problem. Love is going to conquer all, isn’t it?

But turned out, it was a problem. I had told her a million times, if she didn’t understand. she had to ask me, and I’d explain in a way she’d understand. But no….

Misunderstanding happened all the times.

And she was a very jealous woman. She stalked my facebook every minute. She checked my ‘recently added friend’ religiously. She commented on every status I posted with annoying comment, for example:

I posted “What a beautiful day to play golf.”

Then a friend of mine, a woman commented,”Yes, it is. Are you playing today?”

Then my ex wife would reply,”Yes, (the name of the woman) my husband thinks it is a beautiful day.”

Annoying isn’t it?

She added all my women colleagues and “interogated” them, which made them very uncomfortable and complained to me. I asked her not to do that, but she just couldn’t stop. I didn’t understand, she had all my user id and password of all my accounts so she could actually check what I was doing. All my salary was transfered to her account and I only asked enough money to buy gas and meals. So I have limited amount of money, but it wasn’t enough.

In a way, living with her wasn’t that bad. she was a good cook and she and her family treated me like a god. But, because she didn’t dare to say anything offensive to my face, she posted her complains, with her broken English, on facebook…. which is a thousand times more annoying.

(PS: In the end, I knew that she was a laughing stock to my colleagues beacuse of her broken English and her constant complains about me)

Finally, I just ignored her. I let her do whatever she wanted to do. I went to work earlier and spent more time at work, which was really bad for our marriage. And finally I filed for a divorce. Thank God, I was on a work permit when it happened, so she couldn’t anything with my KITAS. I left her and moved out to a small house near work. And then that beautiful woman came into my life…