Ken’s selfies – Indonesia Act 2

The fact I ended up in Indonesia in the first place was surprising, but to think I would end up there twice, I don’t know. I did kind of anticipate a return when I booked my airline tickets to St. Kitts & Nevis.

By the time I returned to Batam, I had already formulated my strategy for making a few bucks – a news feed about Batam and expat interests to fill in the void of the temporary demise of the Smiling Hill newsletter that I previously created and published. I was filling a void.

This new life required finding a place to live, not a small undertaking as it turned out. I landed in a covy of apartments geared to temporary expats. They were above bars. The noise late at night was sometimes bad.

But I was living more in the community than I had been at Smiling Hill. It was a welcome second semester of my Indonesian education.



On one of my trips to the Nagoya upscale grocery, I ran into these young school girls, who gladly agreed to take a few photos


I love to walk around a new neighborhood to get a feel for what’s where. Here, I stopped at an ojek corner (motorcycle taxis).

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The local fresh market was a regular weekly visit. Here I just had to hoist this beautiful ray in the seafood section.


Nagoya, Batam, fish market


My best customer for my website and for marketing services, right, hosted me and about 15 others for a night at the races in Singapore, across the strait. That’s the only winning ticket I had for the night, on the first race.


This photo may actually be during my first stint in Batam – I just don’t remember. I didn’t go up.


Birthday party for Ken at Goodies, with my daughter and granddaughter in attendance. Very special time.


Some of the Goodies crew – my sisters and brothers


I miss your Italian cooking, Marco. He was the Goodies chef for about a year, mugging here with me and my daughter during her visit and on my birthday.


The Batam bars often took their whole staff to the beach for a picnic. I was invited to one such outing.



My best client, mentioned in the Singapore races above, also used me as official photographer for his company’s 5th anniversary. Here with some of the performers.


Just before I departed Indonesia for the second time, a good friend who I hooked up with in Costa Rica came for a visit. First, we tore it up a bit in Bangkok, and then we came to quiet little Batam. Here we are at the Vietnam camp two small islands south of Batam.


A fitting conclusion (and how about that square haircut?). See below

My decision to leave Indonesia was very sudden. My daughter had a crisis at home (which I later realized she was more than equipped to handle without Daddy around), there was a crisis with getting money out of the Indo ATMs, and I had just been drugged and stolen from by a women I had dated for a year.

It was time to go.

Again, I relied on my daughter. I stayed with her for two months, through Thanksgiving and Christmas and New Year’s. It’s good that I did.

Anyway, it was North Carolina. In the mountains. Middle of winter. Again, Ken with tropical clothes only.

In the above photo, I’m sitting at the fire on my daughter’s back deck with some of the new winter garments I had to purchase for two short months. This same fire would another day ignite my highly igniteable warmups, severely burning my hand and leg.

Next: Thailand

About 2bagsandapack

Lifetime journalist, author, magazine editor and publisher, now semi-retired and traveling the world. My plan, after living in Costa Rica for 14 months, was to visit a new country in southern Europe every three months to experience the culture and the challenge of adapting to a new environment, while on a fixed income. That plan was sidetracked when I was offered a job in Indonesia, providing an opportunity to explore Asia. Indonesia lasted for a 4 wonderful years but I have now moved on to Hua Hin, Thailand.
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2 Responses to Ken’s selfies – Indonesia Act 2

  1. 2bagsandapack says:

    Well, that was nice. I love you, too.

  2. Dad, I was so blessed to have you with me at such a critical time in both of our live’s. We “relied” on each other as you helped me maintain some modicum of balance and responsibility in my life while I was going off the deep end. You looked after the dogs while I was struggling through the beginnings of divorce. I looked after you when you were severely burned by cheap flannels. Good times! I was also blessed to be with you and your granddaughter at your last birthday in Batam. You were the perfect tour guide, father and grandfather. Always thankful for whatever time we get. I love you.

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