27 November 1991, Wednesday.
I was awoken by Endang, the oldest brother at around 7am. I got up and had a mandi, then sat down to a lovely breakfast of gado gado, then had to rush to the pre-pat school to teach again.
I thought that I was going to sign the contract today, but they said it wasn't finished.
So I took the morning class, went through much that I spoke about yesterday really, but these were different pupils, so they didn't know.
After taking the class, I took a walk around the town, and went to the 'Asia' department store, which was the place that I bought my shirt, and the place I came with Agus and Dodo the other day. I went up to the cafeteria and watched the fish for a while, and then went back to the house and had some more food.
At around 2:30pm, I went back to the pre-pat school with Agus and Dodo, and took another lesson. I had to teach a lot more students this time, the youngest was 16 and the oldest was over 40, it all seemed to go well enough.
After I'd finished taking the class, Agus and me went and spoke to the school head, about the hours he wanted me to work, and what days. As he was explaining, I looked at the sweet Dodo, and she looked at me, and went to the toilet in his office, Agus took her into the toilet and cleaned her up. It kind of ended our discussion.
We left the school, and returned home in the pouring rain, by bechak. We ate again, and then sat around.
Then this Dutch guy turned up at the house, his name was Eric, and was going to stay here for the night, and was going to Bandung in the morning. I went up on the roof again and meditated for around 20 minutes, came down and mandied again, then with Eric and Agus, we took another walk to the 'Asia' department store, where Eric had wanted to see the big fish in the cafe area that I had told him about, we had a good walk around, then returned to the house, sat and chatted about different experiences, it was great to get another western perspective here at the moment.
I sat and wrote a letter to my old folks (parents) and then started drawing a picture of the railway carriage that I lived in back in England, so that I could explain more easily to Eric and Agus, but as I drew, and continued to draw, after they both had gone to bed, the picture made me feel close to home, and somehow better.
I put down my pen and book and went to bed, it was around 1am.
posted by musicmikey at 2:57 pm
5 Comments:
a lovely thing that your drawing made you feel closer to home.
Yeah, it is amazing, it started off as just a simple sketch to show where I lived, but became a vehicle to travel home in my head, I suppose that I worked on that drawing many, many times. I think its a great drawing, anyway, thanks for reading and commenting. Cheers.
mikey
Hi Mikey,
I wish you have a picture of Dodo. She seems like a very adorable girl. It's awesome that you find enjoyment in teaching. I don't think I'm patient enough to be a teacher. Imagine those kids that you taught English to; I wonder if they are wayy to good in English now and its all because of you..
Hahaha. That's pretty funny how Agus chickened out of the fight. Pencak Silat has very pretty movements, but I have to admit that they use too much "black magic", which I think is a misuse of their powers.
That's probably a good idea to blog my journey home. I will do that, Mikey. Thanks. And, I think I'm gonna get you something from down there anyway =)
Happy day, teman..
Karel
Hey Karel, its a real shame that I havent anymore pictures, she was lovely but spoilt wrotten. Thankyou so much Karel.
That's going to be great to read your blog about going home, I can't wait. In my journal, I catch a ferry to Singapore to renew my visa over Christmas.
I was told all about the black magic used, but thankfully I never witnessed it, although I need meet people from a certain village that could not be burnt, and I was given a demonstration, weird and wonderful.
As for your patience as a teacher, you have taught me alot already, and I hope you can continue to teach me, kamu guru aku, terimakasi teman.
mikey
Hi Cara, it's kind of like theropy isn't it. I seem to have this compulsion to create, and if I'm not creatiing, I get angry and frustrated that I'm wasting my precious time. Thanks for posting here, and reading these journals of course.
mikey
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