Author: tompepinsky

  • Election Day

    Indonesians are today voting in the second round of their presidential elections. This is the first time that Indonesians have voted in direct presidential elections–formerly they had something like an electoral college, which was famously corrupt. We stayed in all morning in case there were any problems, but none have appeared and the polls close in about half an hour here. The streets are fairly quiet as most people seem to be voting or otherwise taking advantage of this national holiday. (Or maybe they’re just avoiding the midday heat.)

    It’s interesting to note–credit for this observation goes to the Jakarta Post–that the four countries with the largest Muslim populations in the world are all democracies. Indonesia, Turkey, India, and Bangladesh; and if you believe Pervez Musharraf, Pakistan is the fifth, itself the fifth largest Muslim country. What is even more interesting is the fact that none of these five countries are Arab countries. That’s something that people in the West–and more importantly people in America–seem to forget: all Muslims are not Arabs, and likewise not all Arabs are Muslims. In fact, only 20% of the world’s Muslims live in the Middle East.

    To be fair, our American media misrepresents this balance frequently, leading to lopsided information about the Muslim world. We shouldn’t blame Americans for being provincial if we are never schooled about the rest of the world. Vanity Fair had a good article a couple months ago about why Indonesia will not go the way of fundamentalism.

    As for us, we’re just normal. We had a funny experience at dinner last night, picking out our own living fish for dinner. He was delicious (after he was cooked). Tomorrow the paperwork begins. According to our welcome packet from the American Indonesian Exchange Foundation, we can look forward to at least three, but probably five, days of bureaucratic mumbo jumbo as we register with the local immigration office, the police, the Indonesian Science Foundation, etc. Fortunately we have been promised a guide for this entire, rather confusing, process. S/he is scheduled to meet us at 8:30 tomorrow morning in our hotel lobby, and we won’t be hard to find.

    A final observation from yesterday that one of us forgot: the coffee! Coffee here is far and away better than even the best coffee I’ve had in America. Even the one of us who does not like coffee did not make a hideous face when trying it. We’re not sure exactly what they do to make it so good. Imagine Starbucks coffee, the dark roast kind, but not bitter and burnt-tasting. Someday we will make a mint importing this coffee to the States.

  • Observations after Twenty Hours in Indonesia

    We’re currently in a shopping mall in Central Jakarta called Sarinah. It features a McDonald’s, a Chili’s, and a Hard Rock Cafe…don’t worry, we’re not patronizing any of these establishments. The main draw of Sarinah is the delicious air conditioning and the cheap internet service.

    Our hotel is quite nice. In addition to being only 33 bucks a night, it has a free all-you-can-eat yummy Indonesian breakfast (including their version of oatmeal–bubur ayam, or rice and chicken porridge) and lots of cable. It’s only about 20 minutes’ walk from the Freedom Institute, where one of us will be doing most of his studies.

    OK, so on to some observations.

    Cats. Cats here are just tiny. Even the big ones are far smaller than the ones we have here. Voltron is going to look like an SUV when we return. And many of them are missing most of their tails.

    TV. One of us would like to move here because you can watch soccer at all times of the day on ESPN. And no Stuart Scott. It is hard to be missing football, but it’s bearable. Besides, we get CNN World, so instead of watching some fake newscaster give us the latest lowdown on what Scott Petersen is wearing in the courtroom, we get to watch documentaries of market development in Tajikstan and the like.

    People and Traffic. If you think that you’ve ever seen crazy traffic and drivers, you haven’t. Just no. And there are people everywhere, walking around and sitting around and trying to sell you stuff.

    Food. Yuuuuuuummmmm. Last night we ate at a West Sumatran restaurant much patronized by locals. West Sumatran (masakan Padang) food is like pizza, subs, and hamburgers to Americans…kinda like the national cuisine that you can get anywhere.