Pak Asep owns a little cart on the side of the street where he sells two kinds of breakfast food:
nasi kuning (yellow rice) and
longtong (rice cooked in a banana leaf along with a curry-like soup). These dishes cost less than 40 cents each, and were the best-tasting in the area. I miss
Pak Asep's friendliness, the conversations we had, and his delicious food.
Pak Yaya not only cut my hair monthly, but also gave me a neck and back massage - and all for about a dollar. He's a kind and meticulous man, and despite an unwanted military-style haircut my first visit, he quickly caught on and gave me some of the best haircuts of my life. After he realized that I didn't want my neck popped (common practice for Indonesian barbers), the massages were wonderful. I miss his soft-spoken friendliness and thoroughness, and the massages.
This was the man who I bought bananas from each week. I forgot his name, and then was too
embarrassed to ask him again after that. I could buy a
sisir (literally "comb" or bunch) of bananas for about 50 cents. Out of each bunch, I could usually eat 2-3 bananas before my roommates had snatched them all up. Fruit, considered too expensive by most Indonesians, was something I was more than willing to let my roommates enjoy. I miss this man's friendliness, the unique relationship we enjoyed, and cheap bananas.
Pak Asep owns a little cart on the side of the street where he sells two kinds of breakfast food: nasi kuning (yellow rice) and longtong (rice cooked in a banana leaf along with a curry-like soup). These dishes cost less than 40 cents each, and were the best-tasting in the area. I miss Pak Asep's friendliness, the conversations we had, and his delicious food.
Pak Yaya not only cut my hair monthly, but also gave me a neck and back massage - and all for about a dollar. He's a kind and meticulous man, and despite an unwanted military-style haircut my first visit, he quickly caught on and gave me some of the best haircuts of my life. After he realized that I didn't want my neck popped (common practice for Indonesian barbers), the massages were wonderful. I miss his soft-spoken friendliness and thoroughness, and the massages.
This was the man who I bought bananas from each week. I forgot his name, and then was too embarrassed to ask him again after that. I could buy a sisir (literally "comb" or bunch) of bananas for about 50 cents. Out of each bunch, I could usually eat 2-3 bananas before my roommates had snatched them all up. Fruit, considered too expensive by most Indonesians, was something I was more than willing to let my roommates enjoy. I miss this man's friendliness, the unique relationship we enjoyed, and cheap bananas.