June 1st, 2009 - If Indonesia has a poophole then Jakarta might be it. Okay, that is a bit harsh but the conclusion is drawn every time I start driving around this city. It’s a friggin' jungle out there. Yesterday, after a couple of hours braving the roads I required a beer to take the edge off and relax a bit. It was while I was enjoying a refreshing beverage that I met Indira and Lena, an Indonesian male and female enjoying a drink at the table next to me. They were curious about what I was doing, where I was going, and all the usually tidbits about my travels.
[Author's Note: About a month later two bombs exploded in the Marriott and Ritz Carlton in Jakarta. Thankfully, my friend was not working at the time.]