I had a hair cut the other day in a nearby mall. At £4 it wasn't the
cheapest place on offer but the signs were written on the wall and I'm
sick of paying the 'bule' price for everything. A taxi costs £1.50 to
Puri from Tanjung Duren. I know because I took one the other day. When I
was waiting for a taxi back an Ojek (motobike taxi) driver called me
over and asked where I was going. I told him and he said it would
cost £6. I laughed in his face. When I tried to barter down he refused
to budge at all. While we were chatting an Indonesian walked up and asked the
driver's mate to go to a location that was even further than Tanjung
Duren and he got offered a price of £1. The driver spoke zero English
and unfortunately my grasp of Indonesian isn't good enough to explain
why he was being a prick so I walked away and he didn't try to call me
back with a reasonable price. I waited for a taxi and the price was
£1.50 on the meter again when I arrived back home. Even though I get
paid double what non-native teachers at work get the Chinese Indonesian
who took an Ojek for a lower price than I could get probably earns more
than me as Puri is a very rich area.
The haircut I got was worth
paying a little extra for though. The hairdresser cut throat razored the
peach fuzz off my face and even turned out to be an amateur
chiropractor. When he finished cutting and shaving me he gave me a
massage on my neck and face then suddenly without any warning snapped my
neck around like you see action heroes do to villains in films. The
difference was that when I opened my eyes I wasn't hell, I was in
Jakarta, so kind of a little bit in hell. I felt three clicks in my neck
like when I click my knuckles but in places that I didn't even know
existed till he cracked them. I was still reeling from the experience
when he snapped my neck round the other way and cracked the other side.
I've woken up with a stiff neck every morning since and will never go
back there again but it was still an interesting experience.
Another
interesting experience was taking the bus. When I read leaflets and my
companies' information packet about the city they said that buses are
only 7p. 'Wow' I thought, 'How fantastic, such cheap public transport!' I
didn't realise that a 'bus' is just some dick head with a gutted out
minivan that's been painted red with 15 people shoved in it and often
with about 12 people hanging off the side. One such bus pulled up
alongside my house-mate one day when he was on his way to the gym and the
driver pointed to the roof. He got off at the first sharp corner and
wasn't charged at all.
Sitting on the bus to Puri one
day, my nuts sweated so that my trousers became a bowl of bakso (look it
up) and I thought to myself 'I can't bear another second of this shit.'
Everyone who's view wasn't blocked by a sweaty body was staring at me
for being white. The 'bus' stopped every time someone grunted and one
person squeezed off and another two squeezed on. The driver snatched 7p
from everyone who got off and spent every second he wasn't snatching
thumbing through the notes and mouthing numbers as he counted the stack
of money that he kept clenched in his hand. We passed a huge heap of
rubbish over an open drain and the smell of sweat blasted away with the
smell of old nappies and food rotting in the heat. Through a haze
wafting from someone's armpit I looked through the window and saw some
boys who looked no more than thirteen years old sifting through the
rubbish looking for valuables then loading it onto carts that they
wheeled away. Many of them weren't wearing gloves and it was thirty three
degrees. The driver stopped for about 15 minutes to wait for more
customers but as I looked at the kids and sweated a pool onto the floor I
thought that life could always be worse. I called out when my stop came
up and the driver pulled over and I paid the fee- 20p. Fucking bastard.
What the hell? Go and get your neck massaged properly. He could have done permanent damage - probably on purpose! Sounds sweaty and stressful over there whereas - for once - springtime is beautiful over here: clear, sunny, fresh ... oh, well ...
ReplyDeleteThat sounds so scary, set me on him, he'd need a neck brace, let me at him grrrrr :-(
ReplyDeleteI was more indignant of that scammy bastard on the bus. The massage seemed like value added to me :)
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