After flying from Montes Claros to Belo Horizonte to Miami to Dallas to San Francisco to Hong Kong to Singapore to Solo City in a period of 3 days, I finally arrived in Indonesia. Much to my suprise, my final flight was filled with Parisians headed to Bali on holiday so I got to use my French skills :)
Several of the single teachers from the school were waiting to welcome me when I got through customs and it was so nice to see smiling faces. I survived my first jaunt on an Indonesian road. In this country, stoplights are more of a suggestion, traffic drives on the left, and there are no lanes marked on the road, which means a lot of weaving. Most people drive motorcycles and it is not uncommon to see an entire family of five (or even six) people all on one bike together. I arrived at my house:My pembantu (helper) was waiting for me, with a hot lunch already prepared. Her name is Ibu Wasti and she cooks, cleans, launders, shops and brings lunch to school. She is awesome.