sandy chicken legs

the crew on the sailboat made dinner on the beach one night. no, no indonesian s'mores.

and they sang "take me home, to the place i belong... indonesia, mountain mama, take me home, country road..." with a super thick balinese accent. who loves the john denver? me. and apparently the 'ole ole' band.

wha?

this bronze frog was part of the ANCIENT BRASS DRUM we spent hours on a hot, bumpy bus to go see.
(yeah, w-o-w).

awe-some

awe-some times eight

jillions of real palm trees in eastern indonesia and a few of these beauties.

for some reason, they (the tour guy from the sailboat) took us to see a jail. they had one female prisoner. yes, i went to go look at her. we also gave them cigarettes. (fun). it was very silver dollar city crossed with that one episode from brady bunch where they go to a ghost town and get locked in a cell by an old gold miner.

some crazy little fishing villages

on our way to see an ancient bronze drum (no, you couldn't play it. "look with your eyes, beth, not your hands"), we stopped at lots of little villages.

"pointy roof" architecture

pointy roof with guy

'stick lady', NOT to be confused with 'branch guy' carrying branches on his bike a few blogs back.

this kid had his hands over his ears every time we saw him.

rusty metal roofed mosque.

SACK HEAD! wearin a sack... SACK HEAD!

kid with a sack on his head

ALSO kid with a sack on his head

no sack, just a horse on a string

whip fight festivities con't

yes, there's more to a whip fight than the actual whipping (as if it needed anything else).

stick dancing. it's sort of like a combo of twister, chinese jumprope and a lemon twister.

there's also music at the whip fights. GONG music.

joren blends in like NOBODY'S business...

joren, his sideburns and beth

the people in southeast asia (particularly rural indonesia) chew something called betel nut. it's a yummy combo of a little twig with a pinch of lime (as in limestone) and a small leaf. it produces a. lot's of saliva b. red teeth c. a buzz of some sort which surpresses the appetite for people working in the fields all day. we tried it. wow. it reminded me of chewing on, well, a twig, comet, and a small leaf.

goin' to a whip fight

whip fights are even cooler and whippier that you might imagine. one guy gets a whip and the other a bamboo shield (sucker). plus, everyone gets to drink some mystery hooch called arrak which might have just been lighter fluid.

whip it good. whip it reeeaal good.

R to L: whip fighter, whitey, whip fighter.

uh huh. REAL whip marks. for real.

no whip marks, just a cool lid.

must have been "wear your cool cap to the whip fight" day.

they have mole eyes in indonesia, too. i fit right in.

wha PA!

stinky sea creatures, etc.

the pirates aren't as scary as i thought they'd be. also i thought they'd have more teeth and maybe a parrot.

the drying fish smelled surprisingly of drying fish.

squid mat. poor little, delicious calamares.

joren liked to cling to the side of the boat instead of riding inside like the rest of the responsible boaters.

me throwing joren off the boat.

one pig, two pig, three pigs a dollar

just a handful of the pigs we've ridden the bus with, gone on boat trips with, eaten...

yes, they have the delicious pork in indonesia, too.

we called this guy spotty.

graves from a small village. possibly PIG GRAVES.

everyone loves a tidy tile job, even the dead.

whitey comes to visit

sailing east indonesia.

knife fight! all poor joren had was a popsicle stick to defend himself with.

hey, mister! hey, mister! (translation: hey, whitey! hey, whitey!)

shell for sale: what do they take us for? we steal that shit all the time.

nekkid beach kids climbing in our boat... jumping off our boat... climbing in our boat...