Posted by: patriciamar | August 25, 2009

Rupiahs

With Indonesia, comes Rupiahs, and with rupiahs, comes calculating amounts not just in the hundreds and thousands, but millions as well.  I can honestly say that we will be spending millions on our Indonesian classes, thousands on rice and sate, and hundreds on, well, I’m not sure if you can really get anything for 100 rupiahs.  A 100 rupiah coin is, after all, only worth about a tenth of a penny.

It really shouldn’t be that hard to calculate, 14,000 rupiahs to every euro, so if my train ticket is 337,000.00  (this isn’t really a normal price, we got the expensive one, executive class) then they switch commas and decimals as well, so it’s really

337.000,00 / 14.000,00 =

See what I mean!?  It’s tough!

But, alas, Matt has helped me break through as always (although in a roundabout sort of way).

10.000,00 rupiahs to every US dollar, so- if you take rupiahs, drop the three zeros (the thousand):

337 that gives you pesos (ahh! that’s right, using our Mexican brain cells) and convert that to the dollar at the exchange rate that it was when we were there (10 to 1) and ta-dah!

About $33.70

Spectacular IndoMexicanesian dollarupiah Math.

Posted by: patriciamar | August 25, 2009

Rupiahs

With Indonesia, comes Rupiahs, and with rupiahs, comes calculating amounts not just in the hundreds and thousands, but millions as well. I can honestly say that we will be spending millions on our Indonesian classes, thousands on rice and sate, and hundreds on, well, I’m not sure if you can really get anything for 100 rupiahs. A 100 rupiah is, after all, onlhy worth about a tenth of a penny.

It really shouldn’t be that hard to calculate, 14,000 rupiahs to every euro, so if my train ticket is 337,000.00 (this isn’t really a normal price, we got the expensive one, executive class) then they switch commas and decimals as well, so it’s really

337.000,00 / 14.000,00

See what I mean!? It’s tough!

But, alas, Matt has helped me break through as always (although in a roundabout sort of way).

10.000,00 rupiahs to every US dollar, so- if you take rupiahs, drop the three zeros (the thousand):

337 that gives you pesos (ahh! that’s right, using our Mexican brain cells) and convert that to the dollar at the exchange rate that it was when we were there (10 to 1) and ta-dah!

About $33.70

Spectacular IndoMexicanesian dollarupiah Math.

Posted by: patriciamar | August 20, 2009

Interesting Sightings and Citings

There are a ton of Circle Ks in Indonesia. 

The Indonesian national holiday was Monday, August 17. They gained their independence in 1945. Wow. Very young, even compared to us/U.S.

We have taken multiple becaks!  (Bicycle taxis!)

A friend of mine wanted to buy a decorative hair comb that was the color, tortoise shell.  The sales person looked at here oddly and said, no, this is actually tortoise shell.

Posted by: patriciamar | August 19, 2009

Coffee, Twice Steeped

Right now, as I am writing this, Matt is drinking coffee that has already been digested.  If I’m going to be really truthful, the coffee has been digested, passed through, and then, what else- picked out of poop to be brewed into coffee.  Tasty, eh?

Apparently, an animal called a civet (luwak in bahasa Indonesia) eats a hearty amount of the berries that surround coffee beans.  While eating, the actual bean inside the fruit is untouched (besides soaking up a few earthy enzymes).  The beans are eventually passed through, picked out of the said pooh (I’m not sure who first thought of this)and sent on to cafes for willing (and at least a little daring) coffee drinkers.  Because of its bizarre collection process, kopi luwak (coffee civet), is actually the rarest and most expensive coffee in the world.  It’s still not too bad at 95, 000 rupiahs ($9.50) but from what I have read, the beans can sell for up to $300 a pound. 

Not surprisingly (or surprisingly?), the coffee was quite delicious.  I did have a few sips of Matt’s cup.  It’s taste is best described as a strong, dark roast, as full-bodied and full-flavored as a real Italian espresso, not a touch of bitterness, and a heartiness that I just can’t wipe.

Overall, highly recommended.

Posted by: patriciamar | August 17, 2009

And then we were upgraded…

Somehow, and I have no idea how we were so lucky, Matt and I were upgraded to business class on the flight from Dubai to Jakarta.  If you think business class on domestic flights is nice…

Well, this is a dream world.  Reclining seats, leg rests, noise cancelling headphones, champagne the second we boarded, a fairly good sized television screen, numerous Friends episodes and hundreds of movies to watch and cds to listen to (it’s possible that Economy had access to this part as well), a wine list during dinner (free of course), a bag of travel toiletries that probably cost more than all the toiletries that we brought for the whole trip, dinnerware (actual dinnerware, glass plates, wine glasses, water glasses, silverware, salad bowl), a real pillow of course, and a super nice Mauritian flight attendant that helped me whenever I couldn’t figure out how to turn on all my various buttons and turned down my air conditioning when he thought I looked cold. 

Overall, the experience was almost unreal.  Matt and I kept looking at each and laughing!  We couldn’t contain it!  We clearly didn’t belong there, though I will admit, the four-year old girl sleeping across the aisle did make me feel less out of place (see what I mean, wealthy flights to/from Dubai). 

So, the moral of this story: Get upgraded.  However you do it.  It’s wonderful.

Posted by: patriciamar | August 16, 2009

Flight day dua (two)

16 August, 2009

Finally, we arrived in Jakarta. It was 33 degrees C (90 degrees F) at 3:00 p.m., so not too bad. (It was 33 at midnight in Dubai when we arrived, so Jakarta was much better!). We arrived 30 minutes early (again!). I hope the flights home are the same. Since we already had our visas, we got to skip the long “Visa upon arrival” line, and head straight through customs.  We then caught an evening flight to Yogyakarta and arrived at our hotel by taxi by about 10 p.m. 

Our hotel is very lovely, filled mostly with Dutch and German tourists.  We even get tea and cake every evening at 5:00!  Although the rooms are very bare, we do have a western bathroom and our own shower.  I already have a feeling that by the end of this trip, I will be desperately longing for a nice Dutch toilet.  You know, one that is not a squat toilet on the ground, maybe has a nice toilet paper dispenser, and perhaps even toilet paper…

Posted by: patriciamar | August 15, 2009

Flying away

15 August, 2009

We woke up early this morning, left Smaragdlaan for the last time, and headed to the train station, using the second to last day of our Eurail pass (so first class-hurray!). We took the train to Dusseldorf airport and oddly enough, we were accompanied by part of the Netherlands (Beijing) Olympic track team…

We are now on the flight to Dubai with what seems like a lot of quite wealthy people. I have never seen so many kids running in and out of business class and first class to visit their nanny in economy.  It was very odd seeing the initial flight map. I have definitely never started out with a view of Europe, North Africa, and the Middle East. It was a bit eerie flying directly over Baghdad as well (even though we were 39,000 feet in the air). It isn’t something I ever really thought I would do.

The Emirates female attendants wear a little hat that has a cream colored scarf attached and hangs down the right side, loops around their neck and tucks in. I guess I do not really know the origin or the idea behind it, but it seems to me to be a small nod to the head scarf, perhaps signifying the type of role that UAE (United Arab Emirates) plays in the Middle East. Though don’t quote me on that. I sort of feel like I should have read a bit more on Islam before this trip. Although the island we are going to is mostly Christian, the speakers of Alor (that Matt would potentially be looking for) are generally Muslim, as is Indonesia as a whole and a majority of this flight. Even the flight dinner menu said that all the food is halal. This is something I’m sure a lot of airlines don’t even think about. I remember while at the U of M, sometimes it was a mess just trying to find one kosher meal at the last minute. I would guess that most people with a restricted diet (just like people with allergies) just do not eat on planes at all (I’m thinking of my dad’s peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in his briefcase).

Just as everyone had been telling us, Emirates was very nice. Where else can you get lamb curry, potato and pumpkin mash on the side, and an appetizer of smoked trout for your plane dinner? Yum. (Though, of course, the trout was not nearly as good as G & G’s in Colorado).

Another cool feature about Emirates is that you can watch the flight camera both forward and down. You can look forward into the clouds (like a dream!) or you can watch the ground below you (this made me feel a bit sick overall). 

Again, I don’t think I’ve ever been on a plane with so many kids. After five hours, they seem to be getting fairly antsy (as am I) but only 47 minutes to go! Our flight was supposed to take around 7 ½ hours, but due to perfect wind, w are going to be there in a little under six! Fabulous! That makes my total flight time today only 15 ½ hours. Not bad. I’m glad we are not going direct Amsterdam to Jakarta. Although technically easier, I am not sure if I am ready for 15 hours straight. 

And best of all, I even slept on this flight! (A personal victory due to the fact that I was 0 for 2 for my last long-haul flights.)

Posted by: patriciamar | August 10, 2009

Moving by Bike

In case you were wondering, Matt and I are currently moving all of our binnenNederland possessions from our Smaragdlaan apartment to a storage unit in Wassenaar, about 5 kilometers away from Leiden.  We, of course, have no car, no bicycle trailer, and are way too cheap to rent a car or take a taxi.

So.  We are moving by bike.  Although this seems difficult, it actually isn’t as bad as it could be.  I think my last day on 5th street before moving to Mexico was certainly worse… perhaps because of the infamous ‘open bottle of Frank’s in a garbage full of papers and clothes’ incident.  Shoot.  Moving by bike is mostly just a slow process.  It consists mostly of filling up a pack (each) each day, filling my bike bags, tying numerous things to our bikes in a variety of ways, and then taking a nice 15 minute bike ride past canals, cows, horses, one pony, a field of flowers, and a nice old lady who we see cycling every single day on this route.  It’s really quite lovely.  I think that looking back it will probably be one of the most pleasant moving experiences of my life.

Except for yesterday when I carried four plastic patio chairs and a giant box of winter clothing a kilometer to the bus stop, just before missing the bus, waiting for the next bus, and then carrying it another half mile to the storage unit.  But this was just the heavy day, so I’m going to block it out.

Happy moving!  Only four days to go!

Posted by: patriciamar | August 9, 2009

The Moon is hurting my eyes

For some reason it seems like the Dutch moon is brighter than normal moons (or at least brighter than the moon in Minnesota). When you are lying in bed looking up at the sky, the moon actually hurts your eyes. I can’t be sure anymore, but I’m pretty sure that the moon never hurt my eyes in Minnesota.  I will look into this.

Posted by: patriciamar | August 9, 2009

Sunday Morning Euphoria

I love Sunday mornings when you wake up and have a whole day of freedom ahead of you.  This type of Sunday doesn’t come along very often, but when it does, it is like a euphoria sets over the whole day.  You can turn on the Twins, with the lull of Dick and Bert (and maybe a bit of Coomer) drifting you back to sleep, or you can get up just to put in a puddle of egg bake, which will of course come out perfectly delicious 45 lovely minutes later.  If it’s an extra good morning, you turn on the computer (computer for me, cell phone for you) to hear a few messages from friends and family that came overnight.  It is always a great day if there is at least one from around midnight MN or Boston time!

After reading some Nick Hornby, eating toast with jonge kaas and Frank’s, and maybe a hand of Canasta, you really forget that there are other days of the week at all.  Only Sundays- a little cloudy, a salty ocean breeze, and Regina Spektor on the radio.  It’s just too bad that these days don’t come around more often.

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