Friday, November 6, 2015

A view from the top


I haven't yet shared more detailed pictures of where I live, so here you go! 

Starting from the outside. 19th floor view




Then here's a little porch view! Where I hang my never-ending loads of laundry. I've also attempted to plant some pepper seeds, but the soil doesn't appear to have any fertilizer, because the sprouts shot up and now they've been that height for 4 weeks...
Pulling back a little farther, you can see the world's tiniest kitchen, and my water dispenser on the right there.
Then you get the bed view... the huge mirrors are the doors to my closet. You catch a glimpse of my TV (which only Vallen uses) on the left wall there. 
Rest of bed, fridge

The last little corner of my room, tucked in between the bed and fridge! 

A nice early morning shot. Very cloudy that day...rainy season is coming, but is still not here yet! 





Monday, November 2, 2015

Our First Vacation

Vallen and I finally went on our first vacation together 2 weeks ago! Paige and Daniel are two Returned Peace Corps Volunteers who stayed in Indonesia after finishing PC. They lived in Solo, where I visited them for Halloween in 2013, and now, 2 years later, we visited them in their new home in Semarang. We also got to meet their cute baby girl who is almost 1 year old. Vallen fell in love with her right away! 

Train is Kereta Api in Indonesian, which literally means car of fire. 

As you can see, Semarang is in North Central Java.
We chose to ride the train to Semarang for $5/person one way on the 4 1/2 hour economy train rather than suffer the swerving on the 7-8 hour bus ride for the same price. The experience on the way there was nice enough (air conditioning is supposedly a new thing in the economy cars...), though the leg room left something to be desired. Economy is set up so that one padded bench who seats three people faces another padded bench that seats three. The legroom for these seats is about 1 foot! Additionally, the 6 AM train would have been a nice place to snooze, save a super chatty group of about 10 ibus (middle-aged ladies) leaving on vacation together, thus being noisy enough to keep the whole train car awake!

This is the first time I saw these cool haystacks. Usually the slash and burn agriculture involved burning it all, but the Central Javanese must find a better use for the hay. 

On the way home, we fared even worse. Same seating situation, but the AC didn't work and instead of a group of 10 ibus, there was a group of about 25 Chinese Indonesian couples on vacation together...also noisy. Overall, however, we were just happy to be together. 



As soon as we arrived, Daniel and Paige picked us up and we went right to Lawang Sewu, which means "one thousand doors" in Javanese. Semarang is located in Central Java. It was a major port during the colonial Dutch times, and Lawang Sewu was the office headquarters for the Dutch train company. For years it was just an abandoned building, but within the last 8 years, it has been opened for tourists. However, it basically remains an empty building for people to walk through and take pictures in. 

Daniel, Paige, their daughter and us


Usually people take pictures in the actual doors, but I could not get a shot without
other people in it, so Paige suggested this! 



By taxi
The next day, we explored the downtown area, starting at Sam Poo Kong, the oldest Chinese temple in Semarang. The location is actually a huge temple complex. 





Seemingly the world's biggest candles!






By angkot, bus, bus
Next, we headed over to the Old Town area. This area has dilapidated, neglected old Dutch buildings. Unfortunately, I was feeling dehydrated and feverish at the time, so it was more of a stumble around Old Town than a walk.

By bus, angkot, angkot, and ojek (motorcycle taxi)
After wandering around Old Town, we headed up into the mountains where we'd be hiking and spending a day or two. It took 3+ hours to get there, many forms of transportation, a near fainting spell by me, and a lot of Vallen's patience to get us there...only to find out that my information was incorrect. We could not begin the hike at Gedong Songo, the temples we'd just spent a lot of time and money getting to.

By ojek and angkot
After walking sadly through the temples, we backtracked about 20 minutes by a motorcycle and an angkot again. We checked into a place and I crashed. Vallen went to find food while I took medicine and rested immediately.

The next morning, however, I felt back to normal and we woke up to this view:

The view from where we stayed in Bandungan

Merapi and Merbabu in the distance. Merapi is the most active volcano in Indonesia. It last erupted in 2006, and it is already overdue to erupt again. 

We hopped on another angkot to the real start of the trail.

A passenger in the angkot hanging out the door. His chickens sit nearby, at my feet. 
Unfortunately, the car dropped us off at the bottom of a 3 km hill that we had to walk up just to get to the base camp of the hike. Despite the heat, a bathroom emergency that lasted 1 hour, and not enough water, we made it to the camp 1.5 hours later. Vallen insisted that we rest and chat.

Vallen's favorite hobby is chatting to ibus (middle-aged ladies). 

2 hours later than planned, we finally began hiking up Mount Ungaran (2,050 meters), a 3 hour hike one way.

Walking in the woods again felt just like being home in Wisconsin. : )


Hiking felt like being in Colorado again!
After hiking about 1.5 hours, I felt a little sick again, and we were at least another 1.5 hours from the top. As the hike got harder, steeper, and dustier, Vallen decided it was best for us to just stop while we were still happy. Best decision! 

The hike took us through a huge tea plantation.
We headed all the way back down, where it felt like the hike to base camp was far enough for that day. We wanted to try to catch a ride back down the 3 km hill. Unfortunately, our timing was not good, as it was jumatan,  the time for all men to go to the mosque on Friday at noon. So Vallen encouraged me to keep walking...and walking...and walking. Finally, after a sore 45 minutes down the hill (which was through very fresh gardens, so one can't entirely complain), a car passed us and let us go with them the rest of the way down the hill. 

Vallen had his own bout of sickness for about 30 minutes, masuk angin. I can't really explain what it is because I don't understand it. Masuk angin translates to "the wind enters" one's body. You can get it from sitting by the AC or a fan too long, from riding a motorcycle at night without a jacket, through your bellybutton, through riding a bus, etc. Basically from anything. Which makes it a mystery to me. Anyways, we hurried to Alphamart (the local Walgreens) and bought some tolak angin (which translates to "refuse the wind"). It is a packet of thick syrup of ginger and mint. You can mix it with water or tea or just drink it. Vallen sucked it right down, and within 20 minutes, was back to normal! Miracle drug! 

By angkot, angkot, bus, bus
We packed up and rode back into Semarang. We got off at the alun-alun. 

The huge open space in the center of town, called an alun-alun, is called Simpang Lima ("Five intersections")  in Semarang because 5 main roads all lead to this open space.

I learned about warung kucing. It is a food tent on the side of the road that has small portions (kucing means cat). You can try various types of dishes that way, instead of being stuck with one. Ingenious! This type of food is special to Central Java's three main cities: Jogja, Solo and Semarang. 
Vallen really loves Semarang! He worked there from 2006-2008, but hadn't been back at all since. 

Daniel invited us to a restaurant that you have to take a small little elevator to get to. The downstairs is a carwash by day, and then you ride the elevator up, and it's a restaurant by night! Excellent milkshakes! 
Muslims are not allowed to touch the spit of a dog; it's unclean and then they'd have to shower 8 times. So here Vallen is, being protected from their tiny, tiny dog by the baby's playpen area. I kept making him stay in "his cage" so the dog could roam free!


We saw Masjid Agung (the biggest mosque in Central Java) from afar, as I was not dressed to get any closer than this. 
Es buah is a mixture of water, sweetened condensed milk (a drink staple in Southeast Asia), fruit and jello chunks. 

We also went to a hash run with our excellent hosts. If you don't know what that is, it's easier to just google it than for me to explain! 


This was an overall fun trip that was a learning experience for us as a couple. As we plan to come back to the USA via 30+ hours of travel one way, it's best to learn our travelling strengths and weaknesses now! 

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Bromo Marathon 2015!


Vallen and I signed up a few weeks ago to run a 10k at the Bromo Marathon. It was a great time! I met new PCVs, old PC staff, and a new friend from Surabaya ran, too. 
Vallen's results: 210 out of 400 men, woo! 

My results: 50th out of 200 women, not bad! 

While I remain quite impressed that my fellow PCV Shane created the Bromo Marathon in 2013 with his local counterparts, I recently found out there are other marathons that take place at Bromo. However, these are ultramarathons. An ultramarathon is anything longer than a regular marathon (as if that isn't enough already!) It is news to me that a run longer than 26.2 miles exists, but it seems it does. There will be an annual ultramarathon at Bromo in November, in which participants can run a half marathon, a full marathon, or for those uninterested in a mere 13 or 26 miles, one can run 43, 63, or 105 miles. I'm not sure if the 46-hour cut off time means 46 straight hours (as in 2 days), or if it means you are given about 4-6 days to run all this, and you only count 46 hours as the time in which you are running. Either way, this is ridiculous, but a real thing. There is a famous ultramarathon in the Sahara Desert too...what?!

Anyways, back to the mere 10k. 


Getting ready the Friday night before with some selfies! 

Power pancake breakfast the day before the race. 

On the way there (a three hour motorcycle ride is a feat in and of itself!), there were billboards welcoming the participants. 

We arrive after getting lost only once. Google maps suggested the back way, which turned out to be a scenic village route with no paved roads. We stopped after about 10 minutes to ask for directions back to the paved road. It was well worth the stop!
This map, to be honest, doesn't really show much of anything. I guess it informs us that we'd be  running in a loop! But no elevation or terrain information...
 We booked our accommodations weeks in advance. We first drove up to the check in in Tosari. When we road 5 km back down the winding mountain road to check in, they apologized, saying they'd given our room to someone else. So we hopped back on the motorcycle to ride 5 km back up the winding roads to meet a random Pak Giono on the side of the road. He was to escort us to the next homestay location, which turned out to be someone's living room. I forced Vallen to refuse this place, as we paid for a hotel room homestay, not a bedroom in someone's house. Pak Giono seemed unfazed. He hopped back on his motorcycle and roared up the hill. We waited on the side of the road for about 10 or15 minutes while he made some calls. Then he jumped on his motorcycle again (smoking and with no helmet, mind you), and took off down the hill. He showed us to another homestay, which was worth the money we'd paid. While no hot water in 65-degree weather is brutal, it all worked out in the end!  

A very tired 6 AM selfie before the race, despite sleeping 10 hours. We were sleeping by 7:30 PM because it was pitch black outside and cold. Nothing to do but sleep!  


We lined up with all the other 10k runners (700 people) all at once. Who needs waves!? I whispered to Vallen that my goal, like the Bolder Boulder 10k, was to not walk at all. Once the gun went off, I was shocked that everyone in front of me was walking! At the start line! Was this a race or a 10k walk?! I kept up my slow jogging for about 10 minutes, weaving in and out of walkers. I even kecp up my slight jog as the incline went straight up. We were dripping sweat within 6 minutes! Everyone (with the exception of few real runners and me doing the slowest jog ever) was walking up the incline. After about 10 minutes, it became apparent that this was a never-ending incline. To Vallen's delight, I slowed to a power walk. We finally reached the top of the incline at 3 km (we walked most of it with everyone else!)


The next section was the downhill. In our race packs the day before, we got about 100 advertisements for Garmin products, a bottle of water, a notebook, and a face mask. We didn't think we'd need this face mask so we didn't bring it with up. Unfortunately, this 2 km downhill was 100% dust! We made it past that part, however, to the next 3 km, an easy run through the villages. 1k of straight downhill on the pavement proved painful on Vallen's knees and my ankles, so we walked a bit. The final 1k was a slight uphill, filled with traffic and car pollution! We weaved in and out of cars that were lined up down the hill (returning from an early morning at Bromo volcano), and finally made it to the end. Huzzah!

Finisher medals! Great souvenir from this event!
About 10 minutes after we finished, Vallen turned to me and said, "Maybe we should run a half marathon next time." I promptly told him I'd fully support that...from the sideline!


With Puji from Peace Corps!