The passing of time is liquid, like you’re tubing down a lazy river, when you live near the equator. The temperature stays about the same. The sun rises and sets at the same time virtually every day. There is no need for Daylight Saving Time.
So as North America pretty much kicks off Daylight Saving Time right about now, I’d like to pause and recognize that without the change of seasons, your wardrobe rarely needs “a spring cleaning” or a “fall make over,” etc. As a lady, you feel almost like a man or someone wearing a uniform, in that your clothes selection is pretty much always “safe” for various occasions. However, when living in a predominantly Muslim country, to be respectful, you may want to cover your toes and shoulders.
At the same time, I can reach into my closet and not tire of my “summer selections.” They’re usually clothes that I bought for and on summer break. And actually, I was never really a fan of tank tops or sandals. But in Indonesia, I have grown to appreciate the comforts of tropical living.
It’s taken me awhile though, since I do love my boots. I’ve worn a pair only once or twice each year I’ve been in Indonesia. Yes, literally 2 or 3 days. On none of the occasions was it out of necessity, simply fashion. The only exception was that I took them to Korea and Turkey when I visited autumn during 2 separate October breaks–an amazing concept that must be observed in the US soon. Oh, and I also schlepped a pair to wear back home during the Christmas break 2012. It was a rare treat.
But be sure to have a wrap handy in your purse for high powered AC situations: taxis, the movie theater, church, etc. In fact, keep it in your purse along with all of the other Indonesian survival items: hand sani, sunscreen, bug spray, and lip balm. Not pictured, an umbrella.
If you live in California or Florida or in the Southwest at all, none of this will be of interest, except the almost exactly 12 hours of daylight and night year round.
Happy Daylight Saving Time to all North Americans and others who observe! I’ll just go back to living my own version of Groundhog Day, the movie, again . . . and again . . . and again . . .
P.S. I have to mention, though, that in juxtaposition to the breezy borderline cruisewear that is my daily wardrobe, you will see Indonesian people in knit caps, puffy jackets, gloves, hoodies, long pants, scarves . . . in 90 degree heat (Fahrenheit, people). They are afraid they will “catch the wind” and get sick when they ride motorbikes.