One thing about being invited places here is that you're never really sure what you should wear. Going to the beach one would think bathing suit... towel... sunscreen. Well, none of those things were to be seen on this particular day at the beach. The more conservative culture here opts for things like jeans and t-shirts instead. I actually felt really quite wrong dipping into the ocean with my levi's on, but I kind of got used to it by the end. And after I thought about it, I was glad that t-shirts were the rule of thumb... it really spared some shock for the folks around here who aren't accustomed to seeing excessive white and hairy-ness. I believe many lives were spared today.
Anyways, before heading to the beach that morning we had a traditional breakfast food called "bubur ayam". It is basically overcooked rice served drenched and drowning in it's own mushyness mixed with some other stuff like chicken and green onions
I actually feel blessed to have met these people and I'm hoping the relationships continue. This weekend I'm headed to one's home area so that'll be cool and it'll be my first time leaving the city since moving here. Looking forward to that...
