Fred went a wandering.

Another home made bike. Note the fuel tank.

Home made machines are very popular on the roads here.
They vary in quality.





The police take road safety very seriously.
This bang up to date sign shows that.

The beach is a place for play.
Where ever people play, others will try to make a little money.
Life guards are really handy people to have around.



Five people died while we were there.
The waves can get really high.



We moved further away at that point but they got a lot higher for a while.

Some people were more than a bit happy with the idea of high waves.

Back to people trying to make money.
Kids sell things.





Older people sell things



but other people make what living they can by recycling rubbish.
They live in home made tents under bridges.

The UK has a data protection act.
Basically, you can't tell anyone about anything.

Indonesia does not. This sign tells the world this company failed to pay its bills.





No cash but want to start a business that means carrying gas bottles?
No problem.



Parties happen and parties need a tent.
Blocking a road to put it up is not considered a problem.





No proper rubbish collection means people get rid however they can.
These fires are pretty much normal in Indonesia.

thank's

Finally I saw all your pictures.
It is wonderful what you do and a great way to look for a glimp of the daily life in Jakarta.
And guess what???
Jordan and Jakarta are a little bit the same and lots of things is a recognition from what I experience here.

Again, thanks a lot for al these wonderful pics.

My daughter, Michelle, is four years old.
She knows all the numbers, can count to 20 in two languages and 10 in a third.
She can do simple addition and subtraction.
She knows all the alphabet and can write her name without help.

She made the cleaver herself so she could pretend to cook.



This kid will have no education at all and be condemned to a terrible life of hard work, poverty and no pension so he'll probably still be working until he drops.

Old cardboard boxes are worth money here.
One man's rubbish is another man's rice.



One of my first photos on the original version of this thread was a strange fruit.
Here's a dude or few harvesting them.

Traffic is terrible in and around Jakarta.
The main roads get totally jammed up so people find side roads.
Problem is....

The village that never was.
People build and family build after them, eventually you end up with a village.
Some just never get further than one or two houses.
There is massive (and probably unsustainable) house building going on so land is sold off to developers.

The tiny graveyard will be build around. There is no way they'll be allowed to touch it.





One house remains intact. That'll end up with a wall around it and surrounded by the estate.



Hope they can still access their well.

A village scene.



A monkey.
Hardly great conditions to keep the animal in so it's aggressive.

It's less than likely Yamaha know about this one.
The empty oil bottles are being cleaned and, I'm told, will be refilled.
By whom, what with and what for, I'm unsure but I can take a guess.

In the Malay States
There are hats like plates
Which the Britishers won't wear.
At twelve noon
The natives swoon
And no further work is done.
But mad dogs and Englishmen
Go out in the midday sun.



I dropped into a shopping mall this morning.
Not big but close to a a couple of really big, posh ones,  complete with Marks and Spencer's.



Just over the road, a place with a little less cash around.

There are some newer roads in Jakarta that are pristine, wonderful, perfect..

...and some that aren't.

Lots of people don't have much money so they think of ways to make at least a basic, honest living.
These guys have set up a band to entertain passengers while they wait for the train.



This lad sells newspapers and traffic lights.

Sorry I didn't finish the story. I must have clicked off the page before I posted the second half.

I'll cut and paste from another forum, hang on......

...

I can't believe this.
I must have been really tired yesterday as I seem to have deleted a picture from photobucket and my computer.

I'll have a little rest and see how I do later.

Jakarta is a new city and most people who live here aren't really city people or are only a generation away from a small town or village.
That means village foods are still easily available here, even in supermarkets.

I love your post ..........
you are very concerned at all with what you see ..........
good work ...... feels "REAL"
can not wait for the next episode ....

Crossing the road can be fun..even when you have a footbridge.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZuvG15Ey_WA&feature=plcp

I wandered past a wedding.
It's pretty common here to hire a band. Costs a fortune and no one actually listens to them but....



They've made a little gate and a nice sign.



Lots of people attended.



This kid is probably family. Maybe a sister or cousin.

There is no such thing as overloading a motorbike in Indonesia.

My wife and darling mummy of my baby daughter was far too busy to cook a few days ago (Lazy item) so I popped out for fried rice. Here's a few food stalls.
(Sorry about the shape of the video, phone cam and I should have used landscape mode)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ji-MwEQx … ature=plcp

and the fried rice

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BYYx2cay … ature=plcp

Making vehicles is pretty common here. Probably illegal but no one seems to care.





Business is equally common.
This guy has a motorcycle seat re-covering business...that's also an opticians.

One of his signs is interesting.

These guys ride around collecting anything they can make money on.

I haven't been out very much lately.
Way too much to do and a cold to battle with so I've been feeling horrible.
However, I did pop out to get fried rice for tea.
These open air stands are very common in Indonesia.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EUBWmyYTVsA&feature=plcp

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house. Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse......

Of course, this was the afternoon before Eid and I'm pretty sure there were loads of rats about.
A mosque, and rather a nice one too...



A man setting up a very loud sound system.

A man unloading goats



More goats kept next to the mosque



A cow.



By now, all will be dead and served up for someone's dinner.
The animals will all have been paid for by donation from locals and the meat will be distributed to the locals who bought them and poorer people who don't get much chance to eat meat.
I donated a goat to my old local mosque as way too many people in that village are too poor to afford meat.

you made some picture looks natural, maybe u can win in the competition:)

laura121bell wrote:

you made some picture looks natural, maybe u can win in the competition:)

I just snap away for fun when I see something half interesting.
Not been out much of late so not had much chance to go to new places.
However, I may be going into central Java on Thursday.

Great collection Fred, I'm looking forward to seeing more up here in the near future

Just for a change, comment instead of a photo.

Chess is a street game out here. Education isn't always available but that doesn't mean people are thick as pudding, just they didn't get an education.

http://www.thejakartapost.com/news/2012 … ament.html

Gravediggers dig chess tournament
Bakri, 63, smirked widely before moving one of his white rooks, advancing to his opponent's rook and capturing it. The opponent, left with his king on the chessboard to face Bakri's two rooks and king, knew that he could only run to survive and decided to drop his king to signal defeat. Bakri smiled triumphantly.

Bakri, who did not even graduate high school, said that he learned to play chess on his own, reading books to better understand chess moves and tactics, including the Sicilian Defence he used at the start of the game.

Those who play will know, chess isn't a game for the thick.
Street players are a common site out here so I suggest, even many the poorest and uneducated have a brain, sadly, a wasted one.

I would be so bold as to suggest IQ tests at the start of SD for all Indonesian kids, no exceptions.
The best and the brightest to be given free education up to university level.
I'm aware the government simply can't afford free education for all but this measure would stop wasted brains digging graves and collecting rubbish.
Good for them, their communities and Indonesia in general.

Street traders are, as I've mentioned before, everywhere.
People will set up a micro business anywhere they can, doing whatever they can.

This 'kaki lima' (That means "5 legs - three on the cart and the usual two) sells plants. We had one of these guys stuff a load of bushes into our front garden. Cheat and pretty good. We have lemons and mango ready to pick.



This dude runs a mobile phone shop. They may have the odd second hand mobile from time to time but they mostly sell 'credit' for pay as you go phones.
If you buy Rp10,000, it normally costs you Rp11,000 so they have to sell a lot to make a living.



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A duff truck tyre in the UK means a rescue vehicle comes and sorts you out.
Not here.
The driver gets his high tech jack



and takes off the offending wheel.

This is then transported to the nearest tyre repair shop.

There's only one plank and it isn't all that short.



This guy looks 'tyred'



This little, illegal shops are really common here.
The owners tend to live in a back room.
In this case, the bit on the left.

Funny old world. Just a few minutes from Bintaro, a town where big, expensive housing is being built everywhere, we have...



I dropped in to a tiny Muslim pre school.



and a Buddhist temple. These are Thai monks.
Google translate on my Android mobile is really handy sometimes.

Loads of road resurfacing going on.
They just bung a thick layer of concrete down. Of course, that leaves a dirty great drop at the sides of the road.





Having a drive there is not a problem. A small bribe will see a ramp or the gap filled in.

This being Indonesia, they blocked both roads a couple of miles in without any warning signs to tell you to use another road.

A chicken shop.



more clucking chickens inside the shop.



"Potong" means to cut or slice.



One quick, "In the name of God" later and the squalking is forever silent. Well, that and a very sharp knife.



Blood drained, into a machine to remove the feathers. A few seconds does the job.