So far, I have been too self-conscious of looking like a stupid bule (this means 'whitey') tourist to take photos in this crazy city. Egotistical I know. But I slip right in to the local disdain of fat-thigh whiteys wandering around the city in khaki shorts with cameras draped over their multi-pocket cargo shirts (apologies to any readers who fit this description). What I need is an accomplice to follow me around and do my dirty work... You know, take photos of those happy happy little kids splashing in the flooded street, or McDonalds packed to the brim with Jakartan elite nibbling at Big Macs as if they were the finest truffade.
So, words will have to do for the moment. Photos will come later when I figure out how to take them without damaging my sensitive wannabe-local vanity.
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