Friday morning, the boss decided it was time to buy me a new office chair to replace the broken one I’ve been using. Not exactly new but better. Since we were going “off reservation,” I brought my camera.
As we were leaving, these three said goodbye.
Pretty fancy attire for a boy in the slum. The kids were all too happy to have their picture taken, but the mother of this boy, who was herself dressed in beautiful traditional garb, was too shy to pose – even with my best smile.
Doing the laundry
Behind the slum, on the side of the hill, was this area near a well, where the women did their laundry, hand-washed in buckets of water, and pounded clean on a cement slab.
Another alleyway. They were very narrow, with very uneven ground to walk on, including creaky small wooden-slat “bridges” over crevasses.
There were small children everywhere, some of school age. Since there is no public education in Indonesia, these kids will never have a chance to go to school and better themselves.
One of the alleyways we negotiated as we looked for the drainage pipe behind Smiling Hill. The residents all were curious why these two bules were in their neighborhood.
Even the slums have their own little stores like this one. Anything to make a few rupiahs.
We ventured into the heart of the slum.
The area at the bottom of the hill behind Smiling Hill is occupied by squatters living in pretty dismal conditions. Here, some laundry hangs to dry.
Doug wanted to take a look at the back of the Smiling Hill complex because the drainage pipe has broken and erosion is becoming a problem, so we took a walk behind the furnitire store. One building was obviously occupied and had these flip-flops outside the door.
Across from the furniture store was this, what I call the “sitting room.” Tattered and stained furniture, probably musty from being rained on repeatedly. There were also three adorable kittens running around and very friendly.
This was the row of shophouses where the furniture store was located. They call them shophouses because the botom floors are for shops and the top floor is living space. These are very common here, although many are in much better shape.
Same store, looking inside
The furniture store was really just a warehouse full of mostly used office furniture, although they also sold flip-flops and marker pens. We looked at and tested out several office chairs before a price on the one we wanted. The store was located at the bottom of the hill behind the Smiling Hill complex, in one of the numerous dilapidated sections of town.