Well, now that we’re done with the weeks and weeks of updates about our holidays in ANZ (That’s “Australia-New Zealand” for you Northern Hemisphere people, or as we in the Southern Hemisphere like to derogatorily call you, “Northems”), life has sort of settled back into our old rut. Well, not EXACTLY into our old rut, but the new rut seems awfully familiar to the old one. I think they’re related. They’re at least cousins.
One thing that has changed, however, is that I have a TON of time on my hands. I finished up my work contract here in Bogor just before the in-laws arrived for Christmas, and from the day we got back home from sunny Auckland, I’ve been trying to find things to fill that time up. I’ve watched a lot of hockey, granted, but the other thing I’ve started to do is to help out at the kids’ school. It’s a small school, but they do quite a bit of field trips, and I was invited along as a chaperone for LittleB’s class as we took the kids on a tour of Bogor’s botanical gardens, Kebun Raya.
As we were loading into the bus on our way to the gardens, I realized how attached folks here are to the culture of “school uniforms” – despite the permission form specifically allowing kids to wear regular clothes on this field trip, LittleB was the only one to wear “casual” clothes… every other kid had elected to wear their school uniform instead of their regular clothes!
Other than the uniform snafu, the trip went as well and as predictable as one could expect:
- the kids went crazy and touched every single plant within arm’s reach
- the loud and rambunctious kids were louder and more rambunctious when given more space to do so
- quiet and introspective kids can be coerced into being loud and rambunctious with a healthy dose of peer pressure
- we almost got kicked out of the Orchid house because of an impromptu game of Hide and Seek that had started up
- cactuses are sharp, and some kids won’t believe it, despite your warnings, until they find out for themselves
- When kids see a frog orgy, they will ask you to take a picture of the frog orgy, and not stop talking about the frog orgy for days and days
- irrigation canals are not water slides
- suspension bridges can be scary when 11 kids are jumping on them simultaneously, actively trying to cause a catastrophic failure
- museum employees are surly and apathetic here too, it’s apparently not just a north american thing
- Indonesian museums are “charming-yet-underfunded” at their best, and “an unholy hall of twisted godless terrors, haunting you for eternity with long suffering eyes that will sear into your mind and and manifest themselves as your worst nightmares until the sweet embrace of death finally lifts the curse that has steadfastly followed you for nigh all these years” at their worst
- expat kids are like catnip to Indonesians, who literally cannot help themselves from either pinching cheeks, or asking you what your name is or where you are from. And then asking you to sing for them, apparently.
- And, finally, I took a bunch of pictures (including several of the frog orgy)!