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Monday, June 28, 2010

Jogja

On the way home from Pacitan we spent a long weekend in Jogjakarta, a popular tourist spot in Central Java. It's said to be the cultural heart of the island and also is home to 80+ universities. For these reasons we suspect it gets dubbed as a hippie town, attracting crazy Europeans, Australians, Japanese and Indonesians the like.

Highlights include visiting Borobudur (world's largest Buddhist temple, SO beautiful), Prambanhan (world's largest Hindu temple), shopping at the open air markets on Malioburo,the sort of Palace, and new friends Daniel and Tamara - IPB students also a part of the project, they needed a well earned break from hard work! Hot showers and a pool at the guest house were also supremely welcomed. Jogja has a great energy, delightful food and friendly bike cab drivers. I thoroughly enjoyed. Pictures below - some photo credit to Dan - my camera battery chose a sweet time to die.

Non highlights of the weekend: USA soccer's unispired play against Ghana. Not speaking of the WC again.

Happy to be home and in my own space again! Agenda for the next few weeks: attempting to explore more of Bogor/West Java, and perhaps make some sense of my travels...


















Friday, June 25, 2010

"Business" as usual?

Following my experience in Pacitan and a few more weeks of office time in Bogor I feel the need to share some of my reflections on business in Indonesia. Or lack thereof.

All meetings (especially in more rural places like we experienced) start with tea. Always. Everyone gives you tea. And in a series of meetings one morning, I had three cups of tea and a cup of coffee pre 11am. This is more than my weekly intake of caffeine.

Tea is usually accompanied by snacks. Everything from delicious coconut crackers to fried cassava to peanuts to outrageous servings of white rice. It is totally rude if you don’t consume all of the goodies put in front of you. I had more than one uncomfortable encounter where food I did not want to finish was basically forced on me. Considering I’m treated like a celebrity everywhere I go, I’m encouraged to eat seconds and thirds and “not to be shy.” God forbid I try to explain that I’m going to turn into a freaking rice paddy or that spice and uncooked food could literally put me on my death bed.

All meetings start with tea and end with a picture. Not sure if that’s about the country’s facebook obsessions (EVERYONE at wifi zones is obsessed, expect to start seeing lots of random things tagged of me) – or if its just fascination with the American researcher. Who knows. My face is all over Pacitan. An assortment of these pictures is below.





Setting up a meetings is a far cry from what I grew accustomed to: stalking media planners via email and phone and sending obnoxious but necessary outlook reminders. Very, very different here. It’s completely acceptable to request a meeting less than a day in advance. This can be done via text message. No problem. This makes some things easier (less planning) but others infinitely challenging especially for me (lack of set scheduling).

Although sometimes it is easy to muck up to an office and chat with people, other times it was my observation that you’d be blown off just so that the office would appear busy. This happened at our first trip to the Regency Agriculture department, when they were too busy to see us, yet eight people were standing around doing absolutely nothing.

Computers are NOT the norm. We have them all over CCROM’s office – which also has a reasonably large fridge and AC, but these are all rare items for offices here. This is not incredibly surprising but leads to other major, major differences. Lack of computers is the only reasonable explanation I have come up with for the abundance of photocopy shops everywhere, whether in Bogor, a city with a population close to 1 mil or a rural farming town. Copy machines are abundant. Refrigeration is not.

This next fact needs to be shared with the world. When we finally got in to see the Department of Agriculture, I don’t spot a single computer. In our meeting, I asked about the recording of their rainfall data, a CRUCIAL dataset for our further analysis here. They tell me it dates back to 1964. I’m thinking I’ve hit the jackpot, we’ve got almost fifty years of data! A lovely woman goes to fetch this information and comes back with the below book.



The rainfall apparently has been recorded on the dead sea scrolls.

This less formal structure and lack of computerized work forced me to dig deep into my sales skills and work like a ruthless detective. This seemed to me the only way I could achieve one quarter of what I’d hoped for. I turned our house into somewhat of a war zone, tried to initiate evening meetings and created an org chart for all of the actors in the farmers lives here. I think this strategy proved somewhat successful.


Command Center


My handy and highly technical work of art org chart

Ending on the two most egregious and rude practices, in my opinion! People openly smoke – legit chain smoke – in meetings. Whether you're meeting inside or outside. Really??? And answering cell phones in the middle of the meeting is totally acceptable also.

This is not business as usual but trying to make the most of the new work environment - so far so good!

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Thoughts from the field

I was right about my 10 day approximation. I’m planning to head back to Bogor on Friday but not after spending the weekend in Jogja - just google image search Borobudur. I am stoked.

After a whirlwind trip, full of flight delays and missed connecting buses, we arrived last Wednesday after 12+ hours of travel. During our trip Rahmi felt nauseous and I was unconscious from overdosing on Benadryl due to a delightful reaction I had to mosquito bites (all fine now though!). We were in bad shape and when we finally arrived at our house, we found no electricity. A situation we’d be in for two days. My last post about the world cup game should clarify.

With my team, no matter how different you may be, its funny the things you’re able to bond over: Music- They love Justin Bieber. This is legit the first time I’ve heard his music, I guess you never can say never. They also share my love for Lady Gaga. We’ve swapped stories about family traditions & holidays & weddings. Through this I am reminded that people are people, no matter what you wear on your head or what you practice, yoga or prayer.

I am happy to report that Pacitan did in fact bring me less bugs and more sunshine, and my first steps in the Indian Ocean!



I can also happily confirm the kindness of the people here. Simple farmers, more than willing to open their doors for hours to chat with strangers. We’ve met with several farmers, head of the farmers groups, a few of the selfless NGO workers in the community, bankers, Agricultural dept. I try to end each interview with a simple question: what do you think the farmers need the most? This leads to a variety of answers: easier access to credit, WATER + irrigation, better business development, more access to yield improving technologies. I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything we’ve learned in the last week and what climate adaptation truly makes the most sense here. Not easy questions to answer.

Behind the friendly faces, seemingly well built homes and decent (by “development” standards) infrastructure and roads, I think its easy to overlook the prevalence of poverty here. That’s because most people are doing fine. The tight knit structure of the community ensures this. However, people are not living nearly to their potential. For example, there is no coordinated garbage collection. Not a one person we’ve seen (here or Bogor) has a fridge and clean drinking water is unheard of. Children are still sick from 100% treatable issues that we absolutely take for granted. And why the hell were we without electricity for two days?? God, if Taft Lane (mom and dad’s house) went more than 20 minutes without electricity it would be completely unacceptable. I feel it’s a matter of recognizing that you need and then demanding what is needed. Thankfully, Ken and Maria taught me this damn well and I hope I’m not only teaching this lesson to others but in bringing a “celebrity” voice to their cause may help initiate small change. As an American here I’m treated uncomfortably like a celebrity. It’s a distinction I don’t take lightly and hope to put that to good use!