So I’ve posted many times about not having a car in Indonesia and taking taxis instead. As an American living in suburbia in the US, being without a car would mean bumming rides, spending hours on a bus that takes you way out of your way, and biking in the snow. None of these options are truly sustainable in middle class. However, in Indonesia taxis are an affordable option.
Yet, transportation is only one aspect of having a car. What I miss most is a car being a giant purse. When I want to combine trips and pick up a few things before visiting friends–possibly cans of black beans only reliably available at a few stores or a baby shower present carefully wrapped with a fancy bow made of shredded wrapping paper, I have to weigh the fact that I am then required to haul my packages around all evening. I don’t really have a “night life.” In fact, the reality is I’m probably dragging a couple of Earth friendly burlap bags around a mall, from the Mexican / Turkish / Indian restaurant to the theater where “The Lego Movie” is playing.
Yesterday, I hired a taxi to take me to the pool in my neighborhood. It is only about 1/3 mile up the street. The reason was that I was bringing dinner, poolside, for my friend, Sam and her kids. We had 2 pizzas, a couple of salads, some small ice cream treats and most importantly, fresh baked homemade cinnamon buns. They were in a heavy glass dish and hot from the oven.
My helper, Atik, was almost in shock. “You talk me! I bring!!”
“Atik, so hot!! I can’t let you carry a glass pan full of hot cinnamon rolls 1/3 of a mile to a swimming pool.”
“Next time. You talk me!”
We compromised. She came in the taxi with me to help carry all of the picnic supplies to the pool. She refused to take the taxi back.
P.S. I’m leaving today for Bali to meet my aunt and uncle there. We may not have wi-fi so this may be my last post in the Slice of Life Story Challenge. Thanks for all visitors. It’s been fun.