walk along the beach from the bungalow about ten minutes, climb up over a pier, pick your way through an admittedly dank and unattractive market (closed for mid-morning siesta -- much better when it's bustling later in the day), you emerge to this spectacular harbor. Nearly all the boats sport flags supporting one political party or another... and they all seem to get along... Maybe I'm missing something.
Taking the Jakarta Jump
On September 23rd, 2004, eleven thousand miles after boarding a plane in Charlotte, North Carolina, I disembarked in Jakarta. This is what's been happening since...
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