Never read my blog before?
How about starting with the time I almost punched a guy. Or maybe the time I cried at a parade. Or my host mom, the midwife.
If you’re more interested in cultural differences, check out my post on five small differences you may have thought were universal, the one about how people showed me they cared, or how Indonesians feel about being alone.
And if pictures are your thing, here’s my photographic year in review and the day I took a photo every fifteen minutes, plus a couple of my favorites below.
My Batu host brother Dhafa playing in the waves at my permanent site.
Independence Day parade with homemade outfits
Borobodur Buddhist Temple in Jogja.
This photo (left) is the best picture I’ve ever taken. These girls were peacefully enjoying the Bali Sea when a couple of scoundrel monkeys decided to make off with their snacks which sent the girls running.
The view from Mt. Ijen, an active volcano with blue sulfur fire, at sunrise.
This is the most Indonesian photo ever.
Hari Merdeka! Independence Day!
The carrot guys who worked in the field outside my house during training.
Making onde-onde for the wedding in Batu.