On the way back from Pamanukan, Darwin and I happened across a motocross event. We stopped for a while and watched as the locals raced motorcycles on the track. I enjoyed hanging out there for a while, but it is at events like this that being a big white non Indonesian speaking white boy makes you stand out like a sore thumb. People are interested, but the language barrier is too strong. I found that motocross and motorcycle racing...

My wife’s grandmother is perhaps the oldest woman in the world. When I was there 2 years ago, they said she was 112 years old. That would make her 114 now. She appeared to be in good shape and helped with cooking and laundry. She even rode on the back of the motorcycle to get around. I’ve entered he in the Guiness book of World Records to see if they can help verify her age and possibly crown her the oldest woman in the...

I was able to locate some areas that had Internet service. The closest location was about 25 minutes away in the town of Pamanukan. The route took us through the potholed back roads of Cilandok Lor and on to the main two lane road that goes across Java. I couldn’t muster the nerve to ride myself on that main road. There were too many reasons not too, the most important of which were my lack of experience on Indonesian roads and...

Our first day in Indramayu was the beginning of what seemed like one long endless day.  I met many people, and couldn’t converse with any unless Esih was by my side and in the mood.  usually, she would begin translating and would quickly end up having a conversation with whoever I was trying to speak with, neglecting me while I stood there being polite and trying to seem like I knew what the heck was going on. Anga is Esih’s...

On our way out of Jakarta, I took a bunch of shots of driving and what it looks like. It really is surreal. It is a mix of anarchy, danger, selfishness, and uncontrollable waves of traffic. Everyone pushes the limits. It’s no wonder Indonesia is near the top regarding road fatalities.

We were met in Jakarta, albeit about a day early. I wanted to secure our airplane tickets before we left Jakarta so we could spend as much time in Indramayu as possible. Esih told her family where we were and they took it upon themselves to foil my plans, come early, and imposed themselves upon us. It was nice to see them but since I was footing the bill for everyone, I didn’t want to add days to the journey. Many Indonesians I...