Sunday Adventure

This past Sunday I embarked on a biking adventure with my friends Rebbecca D and Helena. We headed past a few gates and entered into the kampoons, or village area near Karawaci. Helena was the leader and took us off the beaten path...literally. Let's just say I was grateful to have a mountain bike because the path was rutted and rough, but it was great. It actually wasn't long until we passed the rice padis and entered the village area. The roads were mostly paved except we now faced the multiple speed bumps intended for motorcycles. They are actually called 'sleeping police officers' in Bahasa. Funny right? Helena warned me before that she likes to go into the kampoons to get lost and then find her way back. So, Rebbecca and I agreed to the risk and followed her past the chickens, goats, children and motorcycles along the way. I am pretty sure I have never said sore (good afternoon,pretty much pronounced sorry) so many times in a day. It seems like every person we passed, we greeted. We took lefts and rights and weaved through traffic until we came into more of the country side and arrived at the end of a road, which happened to be a fish pond. We were going to turn around, but the owners asked us to come and sit. The lady, Marie Catherine (?), actually spoke some English, and so we had a English/Basha convo going on. She brought us cokes and told us about the fishing pond and where she had come from. It wasn't until a little while into the convo that we discovered she was Catholic. Before we left we got a picture with her, and we plan on visiting again, that is, if we can find our way back. In order to ensure that we would find our way, we texted ourselves the name of the mosque nearest them. As we made our way back, we staked out a new trail and got to talk to more of the locals. It was truly refreshing to get out of the Lippo bubble and get a cultural experience. We can't wait to go back and visit again soon!