January 26, 2013 § 5 Comments
When I landed in Jakarta after working and living conveniently in Melbourne for the whole one year, I thought I was going to be slightly gloomy for the first few days. Little did I know, how much I missed Jakarta and all the craziness.
The flood was visible from above when the airplane was descending. Only the top half of the houses and roofs could be seen. Surreal, it was literally a drowning city seen from the sky. Dad and sister had to cancel picking me up from the airport because of the traffic congestion caused by the flood. Taking a taxi, however, reminded me of how much I loved the conversations I have with Jakartans. Knowing that I just came back from working in Australia, the taxi driver told me how he used to work in ‘travel agents’ (euphemism for) forging documents for people migrating to US illegally. He told me, “Nah, they don’t bother to check if the bank statement was real because they receive so many applications. A lot of people overstayed their visit and rarely get caught, you know. What’s the worst could happen? Get deported maybe, and not being able to come back to that country forever…
“we change name and identity” he said as he giggled
Haha. See, that’s what I love about Indonesian spirit. There’s never a dead end. We are rule benders with sense of humour ; )
Then he told me about his experience as taxi driver in the flood. An out of town passenger thought that he was tricking him when he said they should take another route because of the flood. The passenger insisted that they take the ‘usual’ road. That road has three elevations and demotes. So what happens is cars wait at the peak and watched other cars go. And if similar cars could get through, then they would go too. When it is stuck, they probably would laugh at the driver’s guts but help to push the car. And you can imagine how it caused massive traffic jam. After smoke coming out from the car machine, the taxi driver pulled over and with the passenger (who finally believed that it really flooded!), standing there and watching cars go for 1 hour.
There’s always a story in every inch of this city, isn’t it?
So what else happens during flood? Yes, it is a devastating situation. But like my grandmother said, when you have rheumatic in your arms, what do you do, you’re not going to cut your arm, are you? You’re going to do something about that arm, and learn to live your life happily with the rheumatic in your arm.
economy rolls during flood (this is a ‘taxi’ cart)
locals help to push car during flood
people help each other during flood
sweet moments happen during flood
and the not so sweet ones..
children help each other during flood
people help animals during flood
people share during flood
men fish during flood
president’s palace was strike too during flood.
What, it’s good news, isn’t it?
children put up sign: “VISIT SWIMMING POOL – FREE – AS LONG AS YOU LIKE”
children help each other going to school with invented transportation system during flood! (The carriers are either helpful locals, or the students as well, keeping the dry cloths inside their bags)
and invent games during flood
these expat guys intentionally skipped work to play in the flood! you don’t have flood in your country eh?
mermaid appears during flood!
Seriously, how can you not love this city?
Image source: various (google: keyword: banjir jakarta 2013)