I spent the weekend feeling lousy. I must have eaten something that my body decided to reject under the label of "not food...proceed with caution." You know I have been sick at least once every time I have been to Indonesia. But really what would week one in Jakarta be without a touch of dysentary. I am taking the last of my Cipro (expired of course), so I should be fine. I basically just did not eat anything for 24 hours and tried to ignore the insanely loud group of female nurses staying at the old homestay over the weekend. They very cordially woke me up this morning with riotous giggling and group showering (I think) at 5 am. One of them also walked into my room the other day (I thought the door was locked but these old locks are tricky) when I was in a let's just say akward position over the toilet. Lovely. I am hoping that I will get my clothes back later tonight. I gave them to the cleaning lady on Thursday, but I did not realize it would be so long until I got them back. I have nothing clean left and would rather avoid the whole "do you have anything big enough to fit giants here" conversation at the department store. At least I am starting to really understand central Jakarta.
I did go to the Javanese theater though on Saturday. It was pretty darn cool, but longer than I expected (almost 4 hours) and my contacts did not appreciate the smoke. Also, the whole thing was in high Javanese, so I could not understand the words. I liked the dancing best, especially the demons (which looked like Rastafarian mandrills) and hanuman the white monkey.
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