15th March 1992 Day 239

The Diary
Escape from Indonesia. Wasted a few hours in the morning and caught a minibus to the airport. On the way we saw the shanty towns and the slums along the canals. The airport was a different world, brand new, huge and very smart. It was also empty. We had trouble spending our last few rupiah due to the lack of shops but I wasted 9,000rp trying to phone Christy only to be told by Sarah that she's gone to her mother's to do her washing.

The flight was short, smooth and early. We raced through the gorgeous Singapore airport and were met by Oz's mother's schoolfriend Judith (Pinnick). We had a quick guided tour and then we were taken to their flat. Lovely - civilisation and a swimming pool. We had an evening trip to the British Club - colonialism hasn't died.


2012
I've never been back to Indonesia since. I suspect it's changed a lot in the intervening 20 years. Bali certainly has including the two dreadful bombings incidents I mentioned earlier. This article suggests that even quiet little backwaters like Lombok have changed. For the better or worse ? Probably depends on your perspective and how you make a living.

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