First off, Indonesia was never on my map. In my research, despite the low cst of living, I was put off by the heavy Muslim influence, as well as the 30-day restriction on visas. My entry into the country was purely by, I don’t know, whatever.
During my stays/visits in Costa Rica, Croatia and Sicily, I had continually looked on the internet for possible real jobs. Then one popped up with this very lengthy description. I applied, was interviewed for five minutes via Skype, and was on the next appropriate plane to Singapore. and then a ferry ride to Batam, Indonesia, my home for most of the next four years.
To say my perceptions of Asia and, in particular, Indonesia, were changed by my time in Batam would be fair. The Muslims I interacted with were very nice, normal people. Anyway, lots of good times.
All good things must end, someone said. After 21/2 years at Smiling Hill/Goodies, my services were no longer needed. No hard feelings, it was a nice run.
As it turned out (and partly because of anticipating the coming change), I somehow managed to secure another job on a weekly newspaper in the Caribbean, on the islands of St. Kitts & Nevis, I was based on Nevis, a small volcanic cone with no real reason for being.
The job turned out t be bogus, I was ready to depart within two weeks, and had the foresight to book a return flight to Singapore for a month after I arrived in St. Kitts. I took tha flight back to Singapore, and Batam.
NEXT: Indonesia Act 2