Feelings about the big city of Jakarta.
- Macet! Traffic! Tentu saja! Not owning a motorcycle, car, or bicycle here and considering that the nearest public transportation stop is NOT near to where I’m currently staying, my primary method of transportation is by taxi. I have experienced chatty taxi drivers, quiet taxi drivers, and the in-between. The most priceless experience so far was when a taxi driver “pretended” not to know where Kemang Raya is, and tooled around for a bit, until I told him I’m getting out and not paying, and then he “asked” a police “where” the road is, and promptly took me there.
- Stress! Because getting to the office or wherever is such a chore, if I were to ever live here, I would want to chose a place that’s fairly close to work, because the macet just makes me want to heavily sigh. Or leave for work at a later time.
- Pollution! So we’ve established that there’s an abundance of cars and motorcycles and ojek and buses. Which makes for a nice cloud of exhaust! I think the worst is the ojek, which is this 3-wheeled motorcycle that is a mini-taxi that spews out dark black smoke. I really don’t think there is any filter, and definitely no muffler, so we can add noise pollution to the mix.
- General choice of conversation for newcomers, oldcomers, and those who live here: macet! It’s like chatting about the weather in Canada; the safest conversation, where there’s always something new to talk about and where everyone has some kind of opinion about it.
Selamat Datang di Jakarta!