Sunday, December 16, 2007
Back in the US
The strangest things about coming home to the US?
First, the water fountains. Drinking water from the tap is indulgent, and I have to think twice before taking a sip.
Second, the size of people. In Asia, people are generally slimmer and smaller, I feel like I'm in an airport-ful of giants.
Third, the smells. I'd forgotten the sharp aroma of toasted bread and cheese. Yummy.
Finally, the cold. I've been freezing since leaving Singapore - despite wearing a sweatshirt, socks, long pants etc. the flights have been on the slightly shivery side, and stepping of the plane in Chicago was shocking!
Because this blog is named, Kim-in-Indonesia blog, this is the official last entry. I'll back-post about my Bali travels sometime this week. Thanks for reading!
kim
Monday, December 10, 2007
Press for TFG
First, we sponsored a group of Balinese dancers who were featured as the front page picture in the Jakarta Post:
Second, we did a little enactment of the US stand on emissions reductions, which was photographed by AP.
And every day we've been putting up our trees (photo courtesy of JP Jewell).
Saturday, December 1, 2007
Durian
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Prepping for Bali COP13
The group has also set up a blog that will give a running commentary of the conference.
Among other things delegates at COP13 will be negotiating post-2012 climate change strategies. One strategy set to receive tons of press in the upcoming conference is REDD (Reduced Emissions from avoided Deforestation in Developing countries). In the past, countries have not been able to trade carbon credits in this category. Currently, tropical deforestation causes about 20% of greenhouse gas emissions. So REDD is a potentially important part of any future emissions reduction strategy!
Saturday, November 17, 2007
Data Entry Time!
I’m back in Pontianak for a couple of weeks to finish up with data entry, pack up my room, and say goodbye to everyone before heading to Bali for the UN COP13 on climate change. Life is boringly happy here, with lots of time at the gym, and hanging out with my ex-pat and Indonesian friends. Email will be easier from now on, thank goodness. Terima Kasih (thanks) to everyone who sent happy birthday wishes!
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Birthday in Kalimantan
Today was one of the most memorable birthdays of my life. I woke up at
Dessy talked with the schoolmaster and arranged a evening big feast, and also extended invitations to all the important villagers – kepala desa, kepala dusun, Muslim leaders, village secretary, etc. I hung out in the village all morning, and in the afternoon walked to the mountains to check my email (my phone only receives a signal on the top of tall mountains…go figure). Of course all the villagers thought I was crazy to walk so far away alone (“weren’t you scared!?!), but it was quite nice to appreciate the rubber gardens, birds, and hills of Ketapang one more time before returning to more developed parts of the country/world. Unfortunately, the current frequent rains mean lots of mosquitoes, so my email checking was interrupted by frequent mosquito swatting.
After getting back to the village in late afternoon, I hung out with the village women and learned how to cook krupuk – dried tapioca deep fried in oil so that it puffs up. A uniquely Indonesian snack, krupuk comes in all shapes and sizes – we were cooking one with a flowery motif that came in a variety of colors. Unfortunately for me (but probably fortunately for health) I don’t enjoy krupuk, but it was fun to cook nevertheless.
The evening party started after the evening prayers, at about
After eating we just hung out, talked, and then (predictably) the photos started. I took a photo with most of the women and children in the house, before finally escaping around
Monday, November 12, 2007
Bayangan – The Last One
Our last village was perhaps the most simple of all the places we’ve been to. Named Bayangan, it is in the mountains above the Pawan river. Only one road runs through the village, and it is perhaps the worst road that I’ve seen thus far in
We arrived in Bayangan at about
Happily, because of the small population size and small land use footprint in Bayangan, we finished mapping Bayangan within a single day. Which means….drum roll please…that the mapping component of the field work is finished!!! Woohoo!!! The best birthday present I could ask for. I’m exhausted, but happy and amazed that we’ve been able to collect so much data. Tomorrow we start the three day process of going home.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
Pegawai Negeri (Civil Servant) Tests
In
Monday, November 5, 2007
Telok Bayur
After a three-day rest in Ketapang, Dessy, Pita, and myself traveled up the
Bayur is our second-to-last study site (9/10), and possibly the most interesting study village I’ve yet encountered. Why? In Telok Bayur, an oil palm company has been operating for about 15 years. The village contains a factory, as well as barracks and houses to support the processing of fresh palm fruit into palm oil. Perhaps more impressively, the majority of the village area (more than 50%) is covered by oil palm plantation. Here, 20 meter oil palm plants create a dark, cool, and shady forest.
Instead of tramping around the forest every day, cutting our way through thorns and getting soaking wet in rivers, we drove around the plantation on motorbikes to complete the mapping exercise. Each morning from about
The most interesting thing I discovered is that villagers are so rich they are having rich peoples’ diseases! Instead of malnutrition and TB, present at most of our other study sites, this village suffers from health problems such as hypertension and diabetes. Villagers no longer have to do hard physical labor to earn a living, and they have more money to buy high-calorie, high-fat foods such as cakes, butter, chips, beef, and chicken. In this part of
Saturday, November 3, 2007
Ketapang Lagi
I am in Ketapang for about three days, to submit a grant application, catch up on sleep, and get away from the 24/7 attention that I get in the villages. Air conditioned hotel paradise with room service, woohoo!
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
Getting to the Point
One aspect of our research is finding village border points. Today our objective was to find one point (Red Water River) which marks the border between Muara Kayong and a neighboring village named Sepahan. We started by taking motorbikes to the neighboring village, hoping to find a guide who could tell us how to get to
Unfortunately, the point was obviously incorrect when we visualized it on the computer. As we were discussing how to find the correct location, a local village man randomly stopped by the house to say hello to the head of village (this happens frequently in
As an American, this sort of experience is frustrating: why would someone send us on a wild goose chase, to an absolutely wrong place? I have yet to find the answer to this question. But I’ve gotten to the point where I can live with these mishaps with smiles and patience, because this is daily life in
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Muara Kayong
Our eighth village is Muara Kayong. It is located on the Pawan river, which is chock-full of water right now due to nightly rains. I love living by large rivers because it means that bathing and using the WC are more pleasant experiences – instead of sharing a small river with many other users, each house has its own bathing spot, complete with a private toilet. As an added benefit, I can go swimming each evening when I bathe!
The most interesting aspect of Muara Kayong is it’s large, 10-year old oil palm plantation. My first day in the field we mapped the palm plantation, and for the first time (after over a year of studying oil palm) I saw mature oil palm and the fruit itself. Fresh fruit bunches are the raw product from oil palm trees. They are just that: bunches of palm fruits, growing where a coconut would on a coconut tree, between the leaves of the palm and the trunk. The fruits are quite pretty, red-orange-brown, the size of a plum, and very easy to harvest. The big drawback of oil palm fruit is the speed with which it must be processed – to make high quality palm oil, fruit must arrive at the factory within 24 hours of harvest. Unfortunately for Muara Kayong, the factory that supports their plantation doesn’t have a very large capacity, and much of the fruit goes to waste or is converted to low quality, low value oil.
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Telok Parak
Back to the field. Our seventh village is named Telok Parak, and is one of my favorite places to work. The village is tiny – maybe 70 households total – and does not have electricity. I think there are more children here than in any of the villages I’ve lived in so far. Children have funny reactions to me; some are afraid and scream and cry when they see me, others are shy but curious, and others follow me around. In Telok Parak the kids are of the following type – within ½ hour of arrival I had three 10 year old boys trailing me upstairs, downstairs, around the village, and even to mandi (bathe) in the river with me!
We finished in Telok Parak in record time, only two days of field work and tomorrow we go to a new village, Muara Kayong. Right now it is rice growing season (the rains have started, and the planting is finished) so walking around rice fields is relatively easy compared to last month, when the fields were filled with logs and brush. The agricultural system here is to cut down forest, let the trees and brush dry, burn the cut wood, and then plant rice. Walking in fields of cut trees is not an easy job, but walking through fields of padi simply requires carefully stepping.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
End of Idul Fitri and Back to the Field!
So ... don't expect any blog entries for a while. I'll be back to a computer Nov 5-7, talk to you then!
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Caving
My last Saturday in Yogya was spent hanging out with the Realia teachers and students. We started the day with a trip to a cave in Bantul. As usual in this country, our transportation was a flock of motorbikes. My first time traveling in Java on a motorbike, I was struck by the beauty of the place – the countryside is filled to the brim with green rice fields, cows, and a few scattered trees. The water management system here is amazing. Although there had been no rain in the area for over a month, the rice fields were still filled with water, and bright green. The only sign of drought was trees with yellow or sometimes absent leaves.
We drove almost to the top of a hill, parked the bikes, and after donning headlamps or flashlights entered the cave. True to other caves I’ve been in, there were stalagmites, stalactites, bats, and plenty of water. We were wet up to the knees within minutes of starting the trip. The footing was rough, so the walk was very slow. The cave was not particularly remarkable compared to the Lewis and Clark Caverns in
After returning to the world of light, we were starving and headed to an AMAZING vegetarian restaurant. I didn’t realize such places existed in
We wrapped up the evening by going to a movie box. Think movie theater, but private. Our group picked a movie (comedy), ordered food, and sat down in our own private room complete with couch, wall-sized screen, and surround sound. Do movie boxes exist in
Monday, October 15, 2007
Karaoke
Yesterday the Realia teachers, myself, and some fellow students had a karaoke night to celebrate a birthday. We rented a room and sung for two hours. Indonesians are amazing: they manage to have crazy, goofy parties, sans alcohol. This included our karaoke excursion – we were dancing and singing at the top of our lungs, without the aid of -OH. Previous to last night, I’d never been to a karaoke event without alcohol. Apparently drugs are not necessary to the karaoke spirit. Go
Saturday, October 13, 2007
Hotel Mercure
Given the lack of internet, I decided to take a plunge and book myself a room in a ritzy hotel (which has in-room internet access, such a luxury!!) for a couple nights. I feel like I’m in air conditioned paradise. The hotel was built in 1918, and stepping into the front entrance is like traveling back in time into the colonial era when the Dutch still occupied
For the first time while I’ve been in Yogya, I was able to seriously work on my computer – reading papers, taking notes, feeling like a grad student again instead of a traveler in
The hotel is conveniently located near the famous Malioboro street, which is filled with touristy batik stores, lots of street food, and a traditional market selling everything from live chickens to peppers to hand carved furniture. I took a walk Sunday afternoon and just looked. Everyone is on holiday, and the atmosphere was very relaxed, with few “hello misters” or stares. I ate Es Durian (yes, just like it sounds – ice plus durian plus coconut milk…mmmm) and sate (which is actually an Indonesian/Malay dish, although it is more often found in Thai restaurants). Then back to my computer to continue work…
Friday, October 12, 2007
Idul Fitri
I spent the holiday of Idul Fitri in Yogya. Idul Fitri is the celebration that follows the month of fasting (Ramadan). As far as I can tell, Idul Fitri is the equivalent of Christmas in
The holiday begins when the new moon can be seen. This is a matter of some debate, and has a funny effect: some Muslims celebrate Hari Raya (King Day, the day after breaking fast) on Friday, and the others celebrate on Saturday. Why? There are two major Muslim organizations in
My host family here in Yogya is Muslim, and the whole family was in town to celebrate; my host mother has 5 children, who all have spouses, who all have kids, so the house was filled with people! After about an hour of being social, I tried to escape to an internet café to work, only to find that almost all businesses are closed during this holiday. This was unfortunate, given that I’m trying to finish a grant application and require online access.
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Gunung Merapi
Right now the time is
We began our journey at
After hanging out at the house until
The hike was dreamlike for me: in the dark, quiet, with just a bit of moon and starlight and headlamps when the trail got rocky. It was hard to tell what kind of land use we were traveling through (given the darkness of the night) but my impression was of hiking through terraced agriculture fields. The walk was very steep, and as we climbed the temperature became almost uncomfortably cold. At about
At
After a demanding and steep hike over a rocky slope, we finally reached the summit in time to rest and see the sun rise, a spectacular site. The top of the mountain is obviously volcano, with yellow sulfur deposits all around and rotten-egg-smelling steam spouting from the rocks. The top of the mountain was totally silent – no wind, no noise from the villages below, no talking. I’ve very rarely experienced such absolute and spectacular lack of noise. After taking sunrise pictures to my heart’s content, we made our way down the mountain, back to reality and the business of the city.
Friday, October 5, 2007
Borobodur
This morning Dessy and I took a class fieldtrip to Borobodur, which used to be one of the seven wonders of the world (although it is not longer on the list – trumped by Angkor Wat in
Dessy, myself, and two guides from Realia arrived at the monument at about
My first impression? The temple is in great condition; it was renovated by UNESCO about 20 years ago and the renovation replaced the missing stones and contributed to the longevity of the structure. Compared to the temples I saw in
The chandi is covered with about 500 stupas that contain buddha figures (and traditionally also buddha relics), and consists of eight levels, representing the eight steps to enlightenment. The lower levels are richly decorated with narrative relief depicting stories such as the life of Buddha. The most interesting part of the temple is the main stupa, which is not decorated like the rest of the building. Some people think the lack of decoration represents the lack of worldly ties of the last level of enlightenment. Others think that construction was simply not yet complete when the chandi was covered by ash. I prefer to believe the former.
After lots of photos and laughing (four girls all with good senses of humor make for a fun morning) we left the temple and headed home. In theory this was supposed to be an Indonesian-learning experience, but in my mind it was tourism, which I’ve done very little of so far in
Wednesday, October 3, 2007
Realia Party - Buka Puasa
Yesterday I joined in the fast again, because my language school was hosting a “buka puasa” celebration for students and teachers. See pictures here. After fasting all day, again a challenge for me (this time because I didn’t manage to eat much at 3 am due to the early hour and my lack of appetite), we gathered at the school at about
Next, everyone in the room politely attacked the large table of food and drink provided for breaking the fast. I gulped down a few glasses of water and then savored the sensation of food…eating is so satisfying when its been 14 hours since your last meal!
After a fun and social time at the school, many of the younger teachers and students headed to a nearby restaurant called “Special Sambal.” This is my favorite place to eat in Yogya because it has a nice atmosphere (sitting on the ground on mats with all light coming from candles or lamps), cheap food (about $2 for a huge meal), and very spicy options (about 20 different kinds of chile paste…yum yum). We hung out here for hours, talking and playing silly games. The atmosphere was wonderfully normal – almost like hanging out with good friends from the
Saturday, September 29, 2007
Ramayana Ballet
Last night I joined other Indonesian students at Realia plus a couple of teachers, at the Ramayana Ballet. Pictures are here. I was curious to see the differences between this version of Ramayana and the performance I attended last year in
When we arrived at Prambanan, the first thing we noticed was the temple, which was spectacularly powerful as it loomed over the outdoor stage. We were a bit late to the show but it didn’t matter since the performance was three hours long. The dancers were dressed in colorful costumes – often with headdresses – and true to the Ramayana story there were too many characters to keep track of. Dancing was similar to what I saw in
The ballet was danced to traditional Indonesian music – gamelan – played by a group of musicians sitting on an elevated stage behind the dancers. Gamelan is beautiful, though it has a very different aesthetic than western music. Often the band sounds discordant to my classical and jazz-trained ears, but somehow the total result is emotional and beautiful.
The Ramayana story is long and complicated, and you can learn more about it here if you are interested. Although most Indonesian people are not Hindu (the religion was strong here many centuries ago) the ballet which originated in
Tuesday, September 25, 2007
Fasting
Most of my friends are Muslim and fasting right now. Currently I’m living in a rumah kos which houses all-Muslim students (except for myself, of course). They wake up at
I woke up and was immediately thirsty. Perhaps this was just my imagination or extra-sensitivity to water on this fasting day, but it was not a good way to begin my fasting experience. I went to Indonesian Language class all day, and was okay in the morning but in the afternoon felt extremely thirsty and could not concentrate in class. For some reason hunger was not a sensation while fasting – maybe because the thirst was so overpowering? After class finished I decided to take a walk and distract myself from the thirst. This was a good tactic because the last two hours of puasa flew by. At
Monday, September 24, 2007
Ramadan: The month of fasting
In
Children learn how to fast around age 7, bribed by treats such as trips to McDonalds or toys. Often children are only expected to fast for part of the day, until
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Yogya Dua
Saturday, September 22, 2007
A Hell's Angel
After going over the basics of motorbike operation (how to start the bike, how many gears (4), how to work the kickstand, how to stop) one of my friends sat behind me on the bike as I inched my way forward in second gear. Balance on a motorbike is surprisingly easy -- more so than a bike -- and the braking system is reassuring with a front AND back break. My confidence high after successfully navigating around the parking lot, my friends decided that I should drive around campus, on REAL streets with other cars and people. Eek! I soon discovered that motorbikes are actually very safe -- they are incredibly easy to control and steer, and SUPER FUN to drive. I'm a convert. Too bad New Haven is cold and snowy most of the year, or I would sell my car and trade it in for a motorbike in a second.
I haven't yet attempted driving on a big street (the drivers in Pontianak are crazy, even by Indonesian standards) but my friends promise that future lessons will include heavy traffic lessons.
Enough for now. Tomorrow I'm flying to Yogyakarta for a month of language lessons. I'm half happy, half sad to leave Ponti -- I've been here for two weeks straight now, and its been very nice to stay in one place for a relatively long time. On the other hand this place can be terribly boring, and Yogya is a young city with plenty of nightlife and activities, so it promises to be more fun than Ponti-land!
Friday, September 14, 2007
No Earthquakes In Borneo
Borneo is a very safe place because it is in the middle of a tectonic plate (thus no earthquakes) and is protected from tsunamis by the neighboring islands (at least this is what my Indonesian friends tell me). The two biggest dangers to my life here are man-made: motorbikes and airplanes.
If you have friends living in Sumatra you have reason to be concerned, as a big earthquake hit the area wednesday night and there have been tsunami warnings issued for the region all week.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Vacation! (sort of)
I will go to Yogya for a couple weeks to study language, and then the totally typical tourist thing: Bali, baby. Yoga, massage, snorkeling, and hopefully some kayaking as well. And as little bahasa indonesia as I can stomach.
I'll be in Pontianak for the next week (no traveling for a week? crazy!) writing and doing data entry, and will try to post more regularly from now on.
Wednesday, September 5, 2007
Western vs. Eastern Medicine
People here don't know much about modern medicine, and don’t have access to adequate medical care. Today I witnessed a very disturbing scene: a girl age 13 got in a fight at school and was kneed in the chest. Dessy and I stopped by the house where she lived about one hour after the accident. She was on the floor of the common room surrounded by family and villagers. Someone had smeared red color on her bare chest and forehead. She was supported by her mother and sisters, who were massaging her hands and feet. She was breathing quickly in small gasps and every five minutes or so she would go stiff, arch her back, and scream, apparently in lots of pain. The nearest medical facility is about one day travel from Pankalan Jihing, and the nearest medical officer (not a doctor) about 2 hours away. Luckily the girl recovered, but more serious health emergencies usually end in death due to the lack of immediately available medical care.
Western medical knowledge, even among my friends from the city, is limited. My coworkers believe, for example, that tuberculosis is a genetic disease because if a mother has the disease the children may also have tb. They also don’t know what antibiotics are for (what? You can’t treat a virus with antibiotics?), and think that rashes are a result of being cold. All of this is very disturbing to me, and I hope I can send the SIMPUR staff to first-aid school upon return to
On the other hand, traditional knowledge about medicinal properties of local plants and animals is incredible. Almost every day, a village guide will point out a new plant that has some medicinal property - prevents headache, calms rashes, helps treat malaria symptoms, is a sleeping aid, etc. On the boat on the way from Mensubang to Ketapang a few weeks ago, a man gave me bees' nests, which when ground up and taken with water are supposed to help treat cancer. I'm sure the effectiveness of these treatments varies, but I'm also sure some of the treatments are effective and also perhaps unknown to the western pharmaceutical industry.
Friday, August 31, 2007
Pangkalan Jihing
We are now in a village called Pangkalan Jihing. Like Nek Doyan, this place is also dominated by logging, and the logging income has made many people here rich. Even though the village is fairly remote many of the houses here are ornate and new. WE are staying with the kepala dusun (head of subvillage) who is a very stern man and suspicious of our activities. This man is a logging boss, and it shows – his house is huge and beautiful, and includes an indoor shower and toilet – whoohoo!
Today one of my team members came down with chicken pox. Funny: I was expecting to encounter all sorts of strange diseases here in the Asian tropics but all I've seen are chicken pox, head colds, and of course the unavoidable diarrhea. This incident, plus some smaller health problems in the team (impacted wisdom teeth, bee stings, rashes) make me eager to enroll in further first aid training when I get back to the
Thursday, August 30, 2007
Dogs vs. Cats
Unlike the previous villages we’ve visited, Nek Doyan is dominated by Christian/Dayak people, not by Muslim/Melayu people. The difference is immediately obvious when you look at the animal population. In Melayu villages, there are very few dogs, and no pigs, but plenty of cats. In Dayak villages, there are lots of dogs and pigs, but fewer cats. My Muslim coworkers (like most Muslims) strongly dislike dogs and pigs, and are actually afraid to be within a 10-food radius of a dog. I think it is difficult for my friends to live in a Dayak village because of the dog issue. I, on the other hand, prefer the Dayak villages because there are fewer rules – Non-Muslims are allowed to drink alcohol, non-Muslim women can wear any clothing they’d like, and Dayaks seem to have a more flexible perspective of the world (at least this is my analysis).
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
Bee Sting
Today I got stung by a bee. Ouch! This was bound to happen sooner or later – working in the forest we run into all sorts of dangers, from rotting bridges to snakes to bees. Nevertheless, I believe the forest is safer than riding a motorbike in this country.
Monday, August 27, 2007
Nek Doyan
Nek Doyan is a logging-dominated village. Most men here earn a living by logging, and the only other major village income source is durian. Durian season comes one month per year (December), which makes logging the main activity for the majority of the year. Our host in Nek Doyan is a Muslim hunter, and his wife. Their house is dank and dark, and compared to the other places we’ve stayed not the nicest atmosphere. But the people are nice and the food is good, so I can’t complain too loudly. A medium-sized river runs behind the house, thus only a few steps to the place to bathe and wash clothes.
In the field today my teammate and I visited many, many, durian gardens. In case you don’t know, durian is a tropical fruit that is very expensive and smells like poo. Some people love the taste of durian, and others hate it. Durian trees in the region where I am working can be huge, more than 50 meters tall and over 100 cm DBH. These large trees were planted by the ancestors of the people who now live in the village, and were handed down from father to son (or daughter) so that the same family has harvested durian from the same trees for decades. The trees can be very close to the housing area, or as much as a two-hour walk away. I’m very sad I can’t be in the region during durian season (I’m in the “love durian” camp) but perhaps next year…
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Back to the field
This time I traveled alone – I had to finish a report for the Indonesian Science Agency to fulfill my visa requirements, so stayed behind in Ponti for a day while the rest of the team continued on to our next study site, a village called Nek Doyan. After finishing the report, I flew to Ketapang and then rode on the back of a motorbike (with my laptop and two backpacks) four hours to our study site. Exhausting, yet exhilarating as well to get around via motorbike. I hope to learn to drive one someday soon…
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Haircut
Haircut. Yes, I did it: my hair is now about an inch long. The decision came after my hair was snagged in rattan for the nth time. Now fieldwork will be much easier, my hair will be easier to care for, but I do miss the long blond curls…
The haircut itself was quite an experience. I walked into the salon on a Sunday evening, and tried to explain that I wanted my hair short. The hairdresser seemed to understand. First he washed my hair, and then unsuccessfully tried to brush it. Eventually I got fed up with the ineffective tugging with a comb, and offered to brush my own hair to speed up the process. After the brushing, my hairdresser started cutting. But he was not brave – each time he would cut off about 2 inches all the way around, and I would instruct him to cut more. This happened about 4 times until he finally got the idea that I wanted really, really short hair and he exclaimed, “Like a boy!” Umm, yeah, like a boy. After an hour-long haircut process, I walked out of the salon with a decent haircut which only cost $2, such a great deal!
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Men Working Wood
Today was our second day with the National Geographic photographers. The plan was to drive to a village called
Illegal logging is a very sensitive issue here in Ketapang District, and our guides were reluctant to take us to the chainsaw noise. They finally agreed after talking with us for a while; I think the three tall blonde tourist-like buleh probably looked so ridiculous we were not threatening.
After walking for about an hour, we found the "orang kerja kayu" (man working wood) in the middle of a burned area, cutting a small partly burnt fallen tree for firewood. So sad! But the photographers took some photos anyway, before hiking back to the road.
We packed into the car again (after taking a few photos of us with the villagers) and started the long drive home, tired and slightly defeated. But as we were driving along the road, we noticed a small river with many people standing nearby, and....timber! A red flag for logging. We hopped out of the car and discovered a very interesting phenomenon: transportation of belian (a high-value timber, so dense it will not float) via rafts, from forest to trucks waiting along the road. Loggers cut the timber into 2-by-4s and nail the 2-by-4s to poles to make a raft that will float. Then the loggers string the rafts together with twine or vines and guide them down the river, two guides per raft.
We stayed at this "port" for a couple of hours. The photographers took many photos while Dessy and I chatted with the workers. Some of the workers are extremely young - maybe 10 years old, already learning to be loggers. Sad, because logging is very tough work.
As it started to get dark outside, we hopped in the car and headed back to home sweet hotel in Ketapang. Upon arrival at the hotel (after a long trip that included a flat tire) we unexpectedly met with the minister of forestry in
Wednesday, August 22, 2007
National Geographic Fun
After touching down in the Ketapang airport, we took a car to a hotel in town and dropped our stuff off before heading to the field. The plan for the day: go south to a large bauxite mine and try to photograph the mine workers. We rented a car and jumped in, and I immediately fell asleep. Upon awaking, I saw we had arrived in a small village, where there was a little shop to eat lunch. After grabbing a bite to eat (predictably ice tea, rice, vegetables, and fish) we got back in the car and headed to the bauxite mine.
Bauxite is an aluminum ore. In Ketapang, bauxite mining involves finding a small mountain, asking the government to give you this mountain, and after getting permission, leveling the mountain to get at the bauxite underneath. Not the most environmentally sensitive process. At the bauxite mine we visited, they were in the process of leveling two mountains with an incredible array of heavy-duty equipment. The mine is open 24 hours per day, seven days per week, and there are enough mountains left in the area to last for years....
The photographers asked our driver to quietly take us to a little hill overlooking the mine. They scrambled down a slope and sneaked up on a large pipe spewing mud, to take photographs from a variety of places with different light levels. My fellow researcher Dessy was asked to model in a few pictures -- who knows, perhaps she will make it to the front cover of national geographic! After taking pictures from afar we drove to the mine and the photographers again scrambled up a large pile of stones (bauxite, actually) to a rubber belt that transports the bauxite to waiting trucks. I did my best to distract the workers from the silly Swedes with the cameras by pretending to be a silly Swedish tourist. The tactic worked for a bit, but eventually we were asked whether we had permits. At that point, we high-tailed it out of the mining area for fear of being told to meet with the boss, or worse.
In the afternoon we rented a speed boat and zoomed up a nearby river to find the barges that transport bauxite away from Kalimantan, perhaps to Java or Malaysia. The afternoon was beautiful, with rainbows and sun and a cool wind generated by the speed boat. My blog will get sappy now...close your eyes if you must. Sometimes I can hardly believe that I'm able to work in this beautiful place called Kalimantan, I feel so thankful that I can do this work! Moments like these make all the hassle of navigating Indonesia worthwhile. Okay, you can open your eyes now =)
Tomorrow we go chasing illegal logging in Cali.
Sunday, August 19, 2007
Jakarta again
Spent the weekend in
Monday, August 13, 2007
Mind the gap!
Riam Berasap
This weekend our team took a vacation and hiked to a beautiful waterfall in
Unlike backpacking in the
The waterfall itself is not the most beautiful, or the tallest, or the biggest I’ve seen. However, a huge, deep pool exists downstream of the waterfall, and the pool is ringed with large stones for sitting, relaxing, and fishing. The water is a bit cool, but tropical and definitely swimming temperature.
We made this trip at the right time, because usually the buzz of saws from illegal logging can be heard throughout the forest. However, we did not hear chainsaws or encounter any recent logging activity, although it was obvious the area has been heavily logged within the last couple of years.
Friday, August 10, 2007
Thoughts in Manjau
Learning Indonesian is probably the most difficult thing I’m doing this summer. Not because it is difficult in the intellectual sense – I’m happy with my progress – but difficult in terms of the energy learning requires! Every night I fall into bed exhausted. At first I thought my tiredness could be blamed on the hard physical labor we are doing every day, but I think learning Indonesian is even more draining. Whether I choose to listen or not, when people talk Indonesian around me my brain is constantly trying to process the conversation, and understand. This, added to the fact that I usually try to be an active listener, means that my brain is in overdrive – thinking and talking consciously in English, and subconsciously learning Indonesian. I’ve never done language immersion like this before and I find it very interesting to take a step back and think about the language learning process from an observer’s perspective.
Other thoughts? Manjau is a really beautiful and kind village, but it has its sad side just like any other place. Today I visited an old man who seemed near death. I’ve never seen anyone so skinny before, and it was difficult and disturbing to look at him. He is receiving basically no medical care – the hospital rejected him (I suspect he has lung cancer or some other terminal disease) – and his family is treating him with herbs. The house where he lives was filled with people when I arrived – maybe twenty villagers, of all ages, male and female. It made me think about end of life issues – in the
Thursday, August 9, 2007
Coffee and MSG
In
There are two kinds of coconut here. Kelapa muda (young coconut) is for eating and drinking fresh. Kelapa tua (old coconut) is for cooking and flavor.
The only problem I have with the food here in Manjau is the incredible amounts of MSG they use as flavoring. Everything, even the sweet dishes, contain MSG. This is unfortunate, because my body does not deal well with this particular food additive, and I get a stomachache after every meal. Luckily other than the MSG, however, food is quite yummy and much more interesting than in
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Jalan Jalan
Long, long day. After breakfast we walked from our house to the village water source. This is the first village I’ve visited that actually has water piped to the village area, instead of taking water directly from a river or well. The water source is a stream near an area called “Gua Maria”, which means “Cave Mary”. The whole area is very Catholic, with crosses next to the river, a chapel that is a strange mix of Dayak and Christian symbols. Because we had an extra day, to prevent everyone (including myself) from becoming bored I decided to conduct a water survey, to see where folks in the village really get their water. I had a hunch that although there is water available via pipe, there are other drinking water and irrigation sources in the village.
While half the team walked around the village conducting this water use survey, myself and three other teammates acquired a couple of motorbikes and drove to a neighboring village, Nek Doyan. Our objective was to meet with the Kepala Dusun of Nek Doyan and ask permission to survey the village in a couple weeks. After we talked with the Kepala Dusun, we had most of the day left, so we decided to drive east to see an oil palm plantation, protected area, and make contact with another potential study site village near the
I believe I’ve already blogged about the difficulties of riding a motorbike over bad roads for long periods of time. It seems like an easy thing – you just sit behind the driver and look around, right? Wrong! If the road is bad, the passenger always has to be ready for the next bump or pothole or bridge or slippery spot, and when these obstacles present themselves the passenger must hold on (with hands and feet and knees) for dear life, as to not be bounced off the back of the bike. If the motorbike goes up a steep slope, or passes through mud, or navigates a narrow bridge, the passenger must get off and walk. If the bike gets stuck in mud, the passenger helps to get it unstuck. After five hours of riding on the bike, I was exhausted. However, upon return to Manjau I immediately had to mandi (bathe) and get ready for the evening’s map-making meeting.
As usual, the map-making was an informative process, where the team learned about the village layout, local perceptions of land use, and a bit about the local political situation as well. After a long three hour meeting to make the map, and another hour to arrange with village guides, our teams returned home tired but excited to get into the field tomorrow.
Saturday, August 4, 2007
Manjau
Today we left for the field again. This trip was a bit rushed and definitely unexpected, as we returned from the field only a week ago. The plan was to recover and enter data for a week, then meet up with a couple of national geographic photographers who want to do a story about the region. However, the photographers were delayed until mid-august so we decided to go to the field again and finish mapping another village in the interim.
The survey village is called Manjau, and is the first ethnically Dayak villager that we’ve worked in thus far. In Ketapang, there are two broad classes of native people. Melayu are river people, and are almost all Muslim. They don’t eat pig or drink alcohol, and most do not keep dogs. Dayak are forest people, and are generally Christian although they used to be animists before conversion by missionaries. Dayaks drink arak (fermented rice beverage), eat pig, and keep dogs. The physical difference in appearance between Dayak and Melayu people is not obvious to me, but the dogs and the pigs tend to distinguish Dayak from Melayu houses. In Manjau, all the Muslims live in one part of the village, the protestants live in another area, and the Catholics in yet another. Apparently this minimizes conflicts among cultures.
Manjau is very near to
Our hosts in Ketapang are a woman named Mama and her husband, the head of the local masjid (mosque). Mama is a character, and talks to me quickly in Indonesian as if I’ll eventually understand what she is saying if she talks enough. She definitely fills the Mom role, telling everyone to “makanyo” and “minumya” (eat and drink) constantly. A daughter-in-law and her 1 year old son also stay in the house, as does a brother-in-law and a random old man. I honestly have no idea while the old man is there, as he has not yet spoken a word and does not eat with the family.
Tomorrow we will meet with the Kepala Dusun and start our mapping activities, but now it is time for bed!
Saturday, July 28, 2007
White People in Ponti
Last night I spoke English with two Canadians for about 4 hours! It was fun, and made me remember that I am in fact not an aberration – there are other people in this world with blonde hair, blue eyes, and white skin. I met the first Canadian, Michelle, at the grocery store about three weeks ago, just before leaving for the field. She sent me an sms last night an invited me to a birthday party for one of her students (Michelle teaches English to Indonesians in
Tomorrow I fly to
Friday, July 27, 2007
Back to Civilization!
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Last Day in Mensubang
Yesterday morning I had one of my most embarrassing experiences to-date in
Today we leave for Ketapang, where I will meet with the oil palm company and ask permission to tour the plantation area. Then back home to
Friday, July 20, 2007
Fruit Craving
Today three team members, the kepala dusun, the village secretary, and I went to the oil palm plantation requesting to interview the plantation manager. Unfortunately, we were quickly told that we could not come to the plantation unless we had a letter from the company office in Ketapang. It was a disappointing day, but we made the best of it and instead of staying on the plantation for the remainder of the day, road-tripped (with three motorbikes and six people) to the nearby villages of Engkadin and Nanga Tayap. After three weeks in the boonies it was shocking to arrive in Nanga Tayap, where there are restaurants, cell phone reception, and even fruit for sale!
The lack of fruit and vegetables in this incredibly lush and productive landscape is very disappointing. In
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Oil Palm Plantation
The oil palm plantation is shocking -- the company is in the clearing and landscaping phase (only about 60 ha of 4,000 ha are currently planted with oil palm trees), and the plantation area looks like a moonscape, with no living things except a bit of grass here and there.
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Arrival in Mensubang
Despite the stressful trip, everyone arrived in Mensubang safely:
Here, we stay with the Kepala Desa in a beautiful house by the
The best part of the river is the fact that I can swim in it!!! After the long motorbike ride swimming was a wonderful way to let go of all the stress and mud collected during our travels. The 7-year-old daughter of the kepala desa is a great swimmer, and we played in the water together for about ½ hour until it got dark. Tomorrow we meet with important village members and check out the village area.
Friday, July 13, 2007
No More Cameras, Please!
A hard, and long day in the field. We walked about 12 kilometers through swamp forest and on logging roads to get the GPS points needed to understand this border area. We also picked up another member – Tata – to complete our team (8 people).
Upon returning to
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Gunung Tarak
Friday the 13th. Because Friday is a holy day in the Muslim religion, we have chosen to make Friday the day off each week. Indonesians are such diligent workers, however, that they decided to use the day off to catch up on data entry – yet another reason I love my teammates! After lunch and praying (Indonesian men must go to the mosque to pray each Friday) Yadi and I packed our bags and hiked to Gunung Tarak, a protected area near
The field station at Gunung Tarak is also run by SIMPUR HUTAN. The area has about 5, 2 kilometer-long transects where they are mist-netting bats, doing transect bird and mammal surveys, video-trapping mammals, and doing vegetation studies. Most of the area is swamp forest, and has been heavily logged (illegal logging) over the past 10 years. We could hear chainsaws during the walk to the field station.
At the field station I (as a white woman) was received with what can only be described as wariness. All of the workers at the field station are male, but I was able to find a private place to bathe and change, thank goodness. I learned a bit about the project at Gunung Tarak, and saw some beautiful video footage of orangutans taken just a few days earlier. The area is connected to a much larger national park (Gunung Palung) and is very biodiverse due to its protected status and proximity to such a large protected area. After dinner (dried fish and rice and chili and cassava leaves, standard fare in the field) I went to bed early, protected by a mosquito net.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
A day of hiking
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