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...