first off: hallalujah! money problems solved 3 times over.
whew.

we made it back safely from jeju earlier today.
had pizza hut for dinner... bulgogi pizza! mmm... actually really good.
going into seoul tomorrow to do some shopping and palace seeing.
busybusybusy...

yesterday, the sun came out, so we spent 4 hours at the beach, then went and toured lava tunnels underground! interesting and FREEZING cold.

we got proselytized by jehovah's witnesses earlier too.
it's been interesting.

jeju do

on jeju
our hostel is AMAZING.
- free internet
- free international phone calls
- free tv and movies
- free alcohol
- free washing machine and soap
- hot showers
- we have 2 american roommates!
but we are an hour/$30 taxi ride from the beach.
and it is rainy season in korea.
having credit card troubles.
and we are going back to seoul a day early.

BUT - i made ashley walk with me through the town market.
and i found a lady selling PEACHES!
i love peaches!
i haven't had a peach since america!
so i was feeling the peaches, looking for one NOT rock hard.
and the lady started yelling at me...
i smiled at her and kept feeling the peaches.
so she yelled louder, pointed to my hand, pointed to the peaches, and made lots of violent slashing motions with her hands.
i stopped touching the peaches.
SHE picked one out for me, then charged me $2.
i didn't care.
it was far from ripe.
i didn't care about that either.
it's a peach.

today

1. bus tour of seoul.
2. TACO BELL! (tastes JUST like america!)
3. h&m
4. forever 21
5. vitamin water
6. sun chips
7. twix

korean kid: hey, can you throw this away for me over there by you?
ashley: sure. your english is really good!
korean kid: thanks.
korean kid's korean mom: he can't speak korean.
ashley: oh?
korean kid's korean mom: we're from america.
ashley: ooohhh....

downtown seoul reminds me of new york city.
except everyone dresses like a model.
and things aren't so frantic.
skyscrapers and church steeples blend together seamlessly above our heads.

other reminders of home i saw today: john deere t-shirts, gap, dove chocolate, pringles, quiznos, burger king, outback steakhouse, bennigans, and more... it's amazing. i'm loving my time here and probably spending more money than i should.

off to jeju island tomorrow.
the beach!

made it to korea safely.
fastest internet in the world is a joke apparently.
met a security guard in jakarta who is also a duck farmer.
still hate jakarta.
more than ever.

but i'm here.
i'm alive.
and i'm ready to move!
as in "let's get moving".
not as in, "i'm moving to korea".

okbye.

what i failed to mention

i got my first flat tire ever yesterday. and during my first week living in salatiga WITHOUT yohanes, who usually takes care of stuff like that for me. my first backup, ariel, moved to another island on wednesday. and my third backup, the other yohanes, is in jakarta for the weekend. AARRGH! so i asked one of the guards where he suggested i take it - because even though i noticed it was steering funny a little earlier in the day, it didn't actually go flat until i was at home. it became VERY obvious it was flat when i tried to go to the atm. anyways, the jaga gave me directions (there are about a million tire patching places along the road) to a place he knows, and i went there. thirty minutes and fifty cents later, my tube was patched and (almost) good as new. holding up strong so far. i was kind of wishing i had a camera because the whole process is kind of interesting to watch.

the second thing that happened yesterday is that i was walking to fellowship right around 6 o'clock, which is when it gets dark here. it was still kinda dusky out at that point, and as i was walking, i was looking down, smsing on my brightly lit phone. i noticed something moving on the pavement behind my phone, but it was hard to see what due to my phone screen being bright and it being fairly dark outside. but i stopped walking, closed my cell phone, and glanced down to see what it could be. whatever it was was almost the same color as the pavement i was walking on... it took me a few seconds to realize that my toes were just a few inches away from a SNAKE slithering across the road! aaahhhh! luckily, by the time i realized what it was, he was already hurrying on, trying his best to get away from me fast. whew... i'm glad we don't have attack snakes here. they are FAR more afraid of me than i am of them.

update

whew. whirlwind.
sunday: get home from sumatra
monday: prepare everything for new teacher coming and unpack my last month of life. spend time with yo's family, delivering stuff from him to them and bringing them news of their son's new life on sumatra.
tuesday: get new teacher from airport, get her settled in, spend entire day with her, spend the night with her in her new house.
wednesday: take said teacher to town, teacher her the public transportation system, take her to market, help her buy a cell phone, take her to eat out, help her to exchange money, take her to internet place to get internet for her house, set up language lessons, etc. plus worship practice and spending time with my friend sylva who i haven't seen yet.
thursday: visit with new teachers, do a million things all over town to prepare to go to korea tomorrow, solafide fellowship, new neighbor moves in.
friday: go to korea.

i still don't know how i'm getting to the airport. and i still haven't packed, 11 pm the night before. i think this is becoming a habit. a bad one. stresses me out. ugh.

excited for korea! be back 3 august.

what i found on my camera today

this would be the first picture taken with my new camera. it’s of the inside of my friend liz’s room at her kost (boardinghouse). shout out to her parents who bought the camera for me in jakarta, where it was about $80 cheaper than in sala3, and mailed it to liz for me!

liz felt the need to prove that my camera can take pictures of moving things in the dark and make them look still. so while i was playing with her blackberry, she told me to wave my hand around. the camera does fine. and that’s why i bought it.

the camera in the mirror shot. someone help me decide what color this is. at first, i thought it was AWFUL, but it’s growing on me. so far, we call it telur asin, which is duck eggs soaked in brine for a long time then boiled and eaten. they are actually this color.

most of my ants are tiny and get into everything and i hate them. but i have this one gang of 7 big ants that are my cleanup crew. usually, if i spill something on the floor, i leave it there, and these guys come out of their home, wherever it is, march in a single file line across my kitchen floor, and carry spilled item away. problem solved. between my house helper and my ants, i’m getting REALLY lazy.

the fierce feline hunting geckos on my kitchen counter. he actually just finished eating one when i took this. while trying to catch it, he stepped on its tail, which promptly fell off and was left flopping around the counter while the cat chased the live-and-running-away-from-him part of the gecko. i tried to get a picture of the tail moving around the counter, but i stared in horror at the dismembered stump jumping around for so long that cat ate it before i thought to grab the camera.

hover spider? actually, he built his web to stretch between two of the three trees in my front yard. i still don’t know if he’s ingenius or not. we’ll see after we get a good wind.

talk about torture! i got a wedding invitation in the mail, tore it open, and this was the FIRST thing that greeted me! thanks, em, for the reminder of all i’m missing out on. siiiiigh… i don’t understand why i keep having dreams about walmart lately when target is SO much better! btw, i love the invitations em! : )

 

ok. that’s all the pictures on my new camera so far. an odd collection if i do say so myself.

my friend, rosemary

"stop that. you walk like a man."
"what do you eat? you're tall."
"why aren't you wearing long sleeves? your skin will turn black then you'll be ugly."
"i hate your hair. it looks like fried noodles."
"why do you have three earrings in one ear? that's stupid."
"sit down. if you stand too long, you'll start bleeding."
"you're too skinny. but you'll get fat when you have kids. like me."
- rosemary hutabarat.

geez, i'm gonna miss this lady.
going home tomorrow.

btw, i keep having dreams lately about walmart. and everybody i ever met is there pretty much.

WHAT?!

me: hey, listen to this! (reading from cnn news) "Obama's aides are putting together an aggressive schedule to deploy former President Bill Clinton at campaign and fundraising events..." seriously? does he think a philanderer will help his chances?

ron: what? obama has AIDS?

oddities

1. yesterday we were driving home from work and we saw a group of men walking down the road. not unusual. someone is always walking to the river or to the neighbor's for something or another. but we got closer and realized they were carrying something - 4 of the 6 or so men were carrying a long log on their shoulders, two in the front, two in the back. and in between them? - a dead wild boar hanging from the log by its feet! i was so mad i didn't get a picture...

2. today i visited the retreat house of the governor's secrety for the first time. it's up near our property on top of the mountain. he has almost 5 acres of orange trees and we were hungry, so that was our main reason for stopping. we were invited onto the porch where there was a whole MOUNTAIN of just-shy-of-ripe oranges. the workers pointed to the pile and said "silakan. makan." (please. eat.) so we did. wow. best oranges i have ever had in my life... then they took us around back and showed us around. they have a passion fruit garden, and we got to pick those off the vine and eat them. then they showed us their rabbit operation. they have english spot, mini rex, netherland dwarf, angora, etc - many of the breeds i used to show back in my 4H glory days! weird.

3. today, i was riding home in the back of the pickup truck. and as we neared a valley where the local river (which is more of a ditch that runs through some rice fields) is (which is used for bathing, laundry, washing dishes, and a source of drinking water), i heard a bunch of little girls screaming their heads off. so i looked down into the valley, and saw the last of several naked men hurtling themselves under the bridge. apparently, they had seen me coming... and apparently, when grown indonesian men are buck naked and see a white girl coming, they scream like little girls and run like the wind. they all poked their heads out and watched us drive over. i waved. it seemed the appropriate thing to do.

4. we're going to the famous hot springs tonight. but not until after i eat some butter honey mahi-mahi with rice. 3 of the steaks cost $1.50. so hurrah for that!

dirty hippies

i live in a bare wooden house in the mountains with 2 of my best friends and a pregnant lady who cooks rice for us.  we work on a farm in exchange for food and a place to live. we have no source of heat. we have unreliable electricity. we wash dishes in the bathroom because that’s where our only water is. we wash laundry by hand in buckets on the porch. we have no stove. we have no sink. we have no curtains. we cook on a kerosene burner.  i’m the only person in the house with a bed. everyone else sleeps on the floor. bugs can come in right through the walls. we go to market on saturdays to buy vegetables. the only time we wear shoes is when we go to church sunday morning. we always have stray dogs in the house, and we feed them because we feel bad for how skinny and pregnant they are. we bathe in buckets of freezing cold mountain spring water. at night, we play guitar on the front porch and look at the stars above and the city lights below.

i would feel like a dirty hippie except that we bathe once a day. ok, *I* bathe once a day, and everyone else thinks i’m gross. i just can’t stand cold mountain spring water enough to bathe 3 times every single day like the rest of them.

the inaugural sandwich

A few days ago, Kim made us sandwiches for our lunch up at the farm. After I finished eating, I decided to see what some of the workers were up to. I found the two ladies who work in the fields, Rosemary and Johanes, both in their upper forties, finishing up their lunch break in the shade, so I sat down to chat with them. Politely, I asked them what they were eating, though I already knew the answer. They eat salted fish for lunch every single day because it's the only meat they can afford. In return, they asked what I had eaten.

Now, back home in Salatiga, everyone knows what a sandwich is. Maybe because so many westerners live there? But when I told the ladies that I had eaten a sandwich, nothing registered, and all I got from these two very talkative ladies were two very blank stares. So with my limited language, I tried my best to describe a sandwich to them.

"Well, a sandwich starts with two pieces of bread. And in the middle, you usually put meat and maybe some tomatoes and cheese and onion. And almost always you put some sauce, like mayonnaise or ketchup."

They mumbled something to each other in Batak, their tribal language, then came back to me in Indonesian, "That sounds delicious. If you get another one tomorrow, you have to bring it to us." OK, ladies!

They were in luck! - the very next day, Kim made sandwiches again! And though I hadn't said anything to Kim about my conversation with the ladies the day before, she had packed me two sandwiches! So I scarfed one down, then grabbed the other sandwich, along with a juice box, and headed out to the fields.

Rosemary and Johanes had already finished their lunch break by the time I made it to the back of the property, and they were back to work, transplanting grass to a newly cleared field. They greeted me with a "halo, sayang!" (hello, sweetheart!), and I told them I had a surprise for them. So they came over in some shade and sat down with me. I split the sandwich in half and gave a piece to each.

At first, they were hesitant, saying that this food was surely too expensive for them to eat. I assured them that it wasn't, and anyways, they were the ones who asked to try this mysterious "sandwich"! They looked at it skeptically and asked what was inside. I told them it had barbecued pork and onions. That must have enticed them, but they weren't really sure how to hold it in such a fashion that the insides wouldn't fall out on the way to their mouths! And once they figured that out, it took a few tries before they realized that you have to chomp down hard enough to bite through everything or else you pull stuff out of the sandwich and all over your face!

We were all able to laugh together over their first sandwich experience - bits of pork in their laps and barbecue sauce all over their faces!

As they were eating, they began to ask questions… Do you always have to use pork or can you use beef too? What about chicken? How about fish? Where does barbecue sauce come from? It must be expensive, since it's from America, so can you use kecap manis (sweet soy sauce) instead? Does a sandwich have to have onions on it? What kind of onion is this anyways? What else can you put on a sandwich? Does it HAVE to use sauce or can you eat one without sauce? Could you make one without meat, since meat is expensive? And on and on and on….

It seemed that my answers to all their questions just led to even MORE questions, so I finally told them that when you make a sandwich, it's only for you and so you can put ANYTHING you want on it! The most important thing is that you have two pieces of bread. What goes in the middle is "terserah kamu aja" (completely up to you)!

They discussed at great length what they would put in a sandwich and then talked about where you could buy the ingredients and for how much. At first they were afraid that it would be really expensive to make one, but when they realized they could get most of the ingredients at the town pasar (outdoor market), they agreed that sandwiches aren't just for rich people!

When they were done, I asked if they actually liked the sandwich, afraid that maybe they just ate the whole thing to be polite. I was excited to hear a resounding YES from both of them!

But the best part of the whole experience was when I gave them the juice box and they both made faces exactly like a baby trying something sour for the very first time. But they drank the whole thing when I told them orange juice has lots of vitamin C! J

I'm looking forward to seeing if they actually try making their own sandwiches… I'm expecting something mildly horrifying - perhaps dried, salted fish and soy sauce on rye?

medan. was. a. TRIP. (and a half)

one week later, i think i’ve finally recovered. mostly. ron, kim, and i left for medan last sunday morning. the trip there  - no problem.  mostly. until we actually got to medan – a formidable city. apparently, the medanese, if you will, are born with a special ability. they can navigate an entire city of 2.5 million people without the aid of signs. of any variety.

we were looking for one specific store the night we arrived. for 3 hours. ron made me ask directions. 3 times. we never found it. by 8:30 pm, we were starving. so we got directions about 4 more times to a mall we needed to go to. people kept giving us road names, which doesn’t help, because THERE ARE NO STREET SIGNS!

eventually, we found ourselves at a different mall. which was easily the highlight – the ONLY highlight – of the trip. we found a pizza hut – a RARE treat! we also found awesome ice cream in waffle cones. and i bought 5 new movies and a pair of red shoes. can’t go wrong there, right?

we made it to our hotel (finally) at 11 pm. i blew up my entire air mattress manually, meaning i used my mouth and not a pump. just in case that was confusing. and then we went to sleep.

the next morning, we all took turns with the hot shower. not so much because we NEEDED showers, but just because we could. then we headed off to do more shopping in the big city. not much is available here in tarutung. there is literally 1 grocery store here. for 27000 people. and said grocery store is about the size of my living room at home in america.

anyways, off track. we knew we would have yohanes, plus ron and kim’s dog and cat (who finally received all their shots and paperwork in order to move to another island), so we tried to get as much shopping as possible out of the way before they landed at 12:20.

we did good. the back of the truck was full before we went to the airport. everyone made it safely, though the animals were a little mad. ok… they were BURNING UP with rage. but they calmed down pretty quickly. sadly, yo’s luggage didn’t come, which is not good news since he packed basically everything he owned to move here. all he had was the clothes on his back and his much beloved guitar. the airport just told him they’d call him before 2 IF his luggage showed up. we all prayed hard. and shopped some more.

around 3, the call finally came from the airport. so we headed BACK across town (about an hour’s trip) to get his luggage.  2.5 hours behind schedule.

we were ready to head out at 4:30, 4 hours behind schedule.

and then gentur called from home to ask us to pick up some sinks for ron and kim’s new house that is being built. they were waiting for us. at the contractor’s uncle’s father’s grandson’s house. in an alley. far away from all discernable landmarks. in the middle of the city of 2.5 million people who don’t need street signs. THREE AGONIZING HOURS LATER, we found the house (“yeah, over by the railroad tracks”), threw the sinks on top of everything in back, tied everything down, and braced ourselves for the long drive home. 7 hours behind schedule.

we spent another hour trying to find our way OUT of town. there were not even signs directing us to the toll road. and once we finally found the toll road, none of the ramps had signs to indicate which one was the entrance ramp to go south. we got outta dodge at 8:30. 8 hours behind schedule.

because we were lost in medan, we left town on a different road than the one we came in on. this is dangerous in indonesia, because there are very few roads. from medan to tarutung, a 6 hour drive, there is ONE road that you can take. so we were hoping to pick up the right road at some point. luckily, the javanese way of traveling is to stop every 15 minutes or so and ask directions, or at least ask if you’re going the right way. and luckily, yohanes is javanese. he is, in fact, the only reason we made it out of medan in only an hour.

however, unfortunately, the city we were aiming for is named parapat. and what makes this unfortunate is that we discovered (4 hours too late) that there are TWO parapats on sumatra! well, i never…

every time we stopped to ask directions to parapat, people would tell us, “yeah, just keep going down this road another 2 hours or so.” eventually, we made it to parapat. now, the parapat we were looking for is  a resort town on the very edge of danau toba, the largest volcanic lake in the world. when we finally arrived in some podunk little village with a “welcome to parapat” sign and no water in sight, we knew something was terribly, terribly wrong. 12 hours behind schedule.

because there are so few roads, our only option at this point was to drive BACK 4 hours the way we came to find the right road. 16 hours behind schedule.

to complicate matters, the dog and cat were in the truck with us. somewhere between midnight and 1 am, right around the time we realized we had just driven 4 hours in the wrong direction, the cat got really restless. i said, “i think he has to pee.” we kept driving. roughly 2 minutes later, the cat peed. all over me. all over my only sweatshirt. all over the entire backseat. one word: awesome.

i voted to dump the cat there and leave. the stupid wrong parapat could keep him. everyone else just voted to stop more frequently to let the animals out.

anyways, we eventually made it back, stink and all, to the right road. btw, it’s really hard to find people to ask directions at 4 in the morning. i slept, albeit uncomfortably, for much of the night. i did wake up at one point to see some kind of muslim party involving exotic dancers in someone’s front yard. again: awesome.

the sun was rising when we stopped to take a rest for about 45 minutes. 17 hours behind schedule.

a few hours after that, we stopped at a little shack beside the road to stretch out and eat breakfast. 18 hours behind schedule.

a few hours after THAT, we finally made it home. our 6 hour drive officially took 20 hours total. can i say, once again: awesome.

the events of today

1. wake up. it's pouring down rain on my tin roof.
2. hang around the house preparing feed for cattle for about an hour.
3. go to the farm. feed cattle. go to rosemary's house, which is one room.
4. go visit kasmin's house (he's a 15 year old worker at the farm. his mom died a couple weeks ago and his dad is really sick (which is why kasmin works for us). his gramma only speaks batak, not even indonesian! she was supercute.
5. come all the way back down the mountain into town. bring rosemary's chicken with us.
6. go to bank to get an exorbitant amount of money for ron from his account.
7. take rosemary to the dentist. gt and i go to the nursing school dorm to hang out with some girls there.
8. eat batak food for lunch. choices: pork in blood, more pork in blood, spinach, pork without blood, water soup, rice. i had the last 4. it cost a dollar.
9. go to market. get stared at. by everyone. because at that very moment, i was the only white person in a town of 27,000. answer lots of questions, get called lots of things (boneka (doll), si cantik (beautiful), hutabarat (a batak family name that means westerner), bule (whitey), luna maya (an indonesian supermodel)). bought tempe so i can cook it later.
10. walk to the garage where gt is getting the truck washed. get stopped by people on the road who ask me more questions. wait for rosemary to pee in the ditch because she can't hold it any longer.
11. wait THREE HOURS for the truck to get washed ("um, sir. there's a chicken in your truck." quote of the day.) guard the chicken so the dogs don't kill it.
12. go to the hardware store.
13. go to rosemary's sister's house so she can get cooking oil.
14. come home. move all my things from the dorm to the house. drink hot chocolate gt made for me.
15. now rosemary is waiting for me to butcher the chicken. earlier, i told her i couldn't do it because i was wearing my nice pants. her solution? "just take your pants off!"

wow. we're going to medan tomorrow to pick up yohanes (i am EXCITED to see my friend!) who flies in monday morning. be back tuesday!

i'll just live out of a bag

well, my room was overrun by a group of people here from jakarta to make a movie for a couple days. i was planning to move into the hallway, but gt had to go to medan, so i ended up staying in the house with wiwik. i managed to not get super dirty those 2 days (meaning i didn't work too hard those 2 days) so never had to take a bath. i hate taking a bath here. because all our water comes from a mountain spring, so it's pretty much ice cold. we have one burner we can use to heat water on, but by the time we get home from the farm, that burner is basically reserved for dinner, which ends after dark, which is when it's really chilly out anyways and who wants to go to bed with wet hair in those conditions? oh, and we have to mix the boiling hot water in a bucket with the freezing cold water then pour it over ourselves with a dipper. whew. anyways, i got REALLY dirty today from transplanting grasses to put in a road, so it was time for a shower. and the people from jakarta left today (btw, they thought it was SO novel that they were staying in a building with americans).

holy cow, i am digressing left and right. sorry. the point is that i finally had my room back today. we came back from the farm exhausted and with pieces of earth in every visible crevice. i was ready for a mandi (bath). buttttttt... my room was locked. and somebody took the key. it took 30 minutes to track it down - it was at the home of the building manager (just up the mountain) who apparently has a need to be in control of every minute detail. so gt and i went up there to get it from him and he threw a minor fit, saying we never even paid for this room (he said we could use it for free) and that i couldn't have the key until he came first to see the room (uh... why?). i asked him when he would come (frustrated to no end by this point. i. seriously. just. wanted. a. bath.), and he said "nanti" (later) and walked away from me. so i called him back, stuck my BLACK hands in his face, and said, "PAK! AKU MAU MANDI TAPI NGGAK BISA!" (i want to take a bath, but i can't! - also, i think this is a sign of me converting to batak-nese. i would never yell at a javanese person). he changed his answer to "sekarang" (coming now). sigh. so he came down, unlocked the room for me, glanced around the room, and left. finally.

oh, but the whole point of this is that in the middle of all this, he thought it would be a good idea to let me know that a work crew is coming down from medan and staying here for more than a month and they need my room. they're coming monday. so i have my room for 2 more days and i'm once again homeless. so i guess i'm gonna move into gt and wiwik's house, where i stayed last time i was here. it's warmer and less mosquito infested there, but i always feel like i'm intruding on the newlyweds. oh, well.

in other news, i just got home from doing english practice at the nursing school in town, which ended up being me sitting in a room with EVERY second year student (about 50 of them) and trying to get them to talk. found out that not all of them even study english. they just made all the second year folks come. fancy. other things i found out about this school:
1. students are forbidden to own/use cell phones
2. all students must live in the dorms
3. students may not date
4. students may only leave campus on sunday mornings for church and must return before 1 pm
5. students have no access to media

whoa. interesting. everyone was mostly shy during out 1.5 hours together, but afterwards, when i was getting ready to leave, i was surrounded by girls wanting to talk. funny how that works. :)

they asked me to bring pictures of america next time. so i agreed, but i gave them a homework assignment that they all have to come with at least 1 question about america or english next time we meet. then they have no excuse to be shy. i seriously have to be the worst english language teacher in history. i have no clue what to do or what to prepare. hmm. hopefully next week goes alright!

ouch (not for the faint of heart)

i was cutting grass for the cows yesterday. again. what we do is go out in a big field of grass imported from taiwan, pick a section that has grown quite tall, grab a chunk of it with your left hand, and use a machete or scythe in your right hand to slice through it. start a pile of cut grass, then carry it to the truck when it's big enough to make tromping through the other tall grass worth it. i was thinking to myself yesterday about how cool it is that you don't have to see your hands to know where they are. you can just feel it. i mean, you get your left hand buried down in a fistful of grass, and you cannot see any of your digits. then your other hand swoops in there with an ENORMOUS knife and just hacks away. the only cuts you get are from the grass itself, and those are more like paper cuts than anything. anyways, right after i had that thought yesterday, my BRAND NEW machete slipped on the wet grass (it had just finished raining) and i cut right through the end of my left index finger. not that i cut the tip off. actually, the blade went in parallel to my fingernail. in fact, it almost went in right UNDER my fingernail. but it's about 3 mm away, thank goodness. it went deep enough that by the time i made the 10 steps to the truck to clean it up, my hand was covered in blood and it was running off me and leaving a trail in the grass. (seriously, do hand wounds normally bleed that much?) it took a good 30 minutes to get the bleeding stopped, and i actually got lightheaded and had to sit down. lightheaded? what?! blood NEVER bothers me! strange... long story short, the bleeding finally stopped, i threw a bandaid on that bad boy and kept working. got a chance to clean it out for real when we got home 3 or 4 hours later. of course it started bleeding again. it could use some stitches possibly, but no chance i'm going anywhere near an indonesian doctor. i'll just be a big baby about it and whine a lot instead. so there you have it.