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 cousin’s child. He was always there and seemed to be a crybaby.
Iin is Esih’s niece.
Mega and Nur are Esih’s cousin’s kids.
Mimi Dut. Esih’s great aunt.
A am is one of Esih’s cousins. She is with her daughter Cinta (which means love)
The view north from Esih’s family’s house. Notice the goats competing for the road with the motorcyclist.
Every day there were congregations of people at this point, under the large overhang/garage at the house.
Aliya and Baba Wawang.
The side of the house.
The mango trees next door.
Total strangers; I met them when we went to the bank. I was hoping to find out some information about travelers checks, as ours had mysteriously disappeared sometime between our time in Jakarta and our first day in Indramayu. It was another in a growing list of hair pulling frustrations for me. I was worried about our money situation and the checks were gone. I was hoping to use them to help pay of the airplane tickets if we could manage to not use them while we were there. I’ll tell the rest of this story later.
