Cambodia and Home

I think I'm finally getting over my massive case of jet lag, so I'm posting some photos from Cambodia. Coming east over the International Date Line threw my system much more than going west over it did, as far as I can recall, although maybe I'm just blocking it out of my mind. (Does anyone know why that happens? I remember it being the same when I went to China with my family a couple of years ago.) Still, I think I'm back on some semblance of a normal sleep pattern, which means you can get a mostly sentient blog post.

Where did I leave off? My parents and I were in Thailand for two days, then flew to Siem Reap, Cambodia, on a terrifying little prop jet. We had four days to explore Angkor Wat and the other temples, so we spent the mornings at the ruins and then spent the afternoons, which were probably ten degrees hotter than they'd been in Bali, in the pool hiding from the heat.

So to start, some pictures of the temples. We started off at Ta Prohm temple, which is notable because the jungle grew into it instead of just around it. As a result, a number of trees are now important structural elements; if they were to be cut down the temple would crumble even more than it already has. (It's also a notable temple because it's where part of the Tomb Raider movie was filmed, but we'll put that aside.)

See what I mean? A tree growing out of the roof of part of the temple.

A closer shot of one of the trees. I don't know if the size comes across: the horizontal root was around the level of my head.

 

After that, we went to a smaller, probably incomplete temple (dedicated to Shiva, I think). Whereas the walls of Ta Prohm were intricately carved, the carving on this one stopped about halfway up. There were some steep stairs still intact, though, so we climbed up to the top (and bought some bracelets from a girl sitting up there who knew more random statistics about the United States than I do).

If you look really closely you should be able to see my dad, in a blue shirt, in the center doorway at the top.

 

And, of course, we went to Angkor Wat. The temple complex there is enormous, and everything is intricately carved with patterns, false windows, and images of apsaras, the traditional dancers.

Carvings!

 

What blog post about Angkor Wat would be complete without the quintessential Angkor Wat photo? The teal fabric is where the temple is being restored.

From the center/top of Angkor Wat, looking out over the west (front) gate. Most Angkor temples are oriented eastward, but Angkor Wat breaks that pattern.

We went to Angkor Thom, as well, which is adorned with huge faces on the towers (of kings, I think? I've forgotten). Outside the temple, they had elephants that you could feed huge quantities of bananas (complete with the peel) for $1. Unfortunately, the photo of that is on my dad's camera, so you don't get that one. Elephants are probably my favorite animal now.

I told you there are big faces carved into Angkor Thom. See?

Siem Reap itself was a neat, if odd, city. Everything is pretty new, since most of the city got rebuilt by NGO's after the fall of the Khmer Rouge. When we were there, it was the end of the dry season; after all the green of Bali it really threw me off to see so much dust and concrete. It was interesting to be someplace that so clearly relied on foreign aid and tourism -- most prices were listed in US dollars, and bikes were a huge mode of transportation. Since we mostly just went to temples, I don't know very much about Cambodia or its political history, but I'd like to know more.

That's kind of a down-note to finish talking about Cambodia, so here's a picture of a tuk-tuk.

After Cambodia, we hopped on another (scary) prop-jet and headed back to Bangkok for a day and a half. In the four days we'd been gone, the city seemed to have picked itself back up. I saw a lot more tourists, and businesses that had been closed were open again. At one point, though, we took the Sky Train past the Siam Center, the building that was burned out. Although all the buildings in its vicinity were clearly functioning, the Siam Center was decidedly charred and empty. People typically referenced the protests as "the big problem" or just "the problem." They never sounded completely convinced that the turmoil is over, although the newspapers seem to insist that it is.

Now, as of Monday night, I'm back home. I've been in Bethesda for a few days, enjoying potable tap water and bread, trying to get over jet lag, and baking up a storm. (If anyone wants a recipe for the awesome pizza I made on Wednesday, let me know. I think I'm making it again tonight, it was that good.) This afternoon I move up to the Philly area, where hopefully I have an internship, although I'll know with more certainty next week.

I've really enjoyed blogging my experiences, and I think I'll keep this space up and running. (Although I suppose I'll have to change the name. Any suggestions?) To start with, I have some Balinese recipes if anyone wants them. I haven't quite decided what I'll write about generally, but no doubt you'll see new things up here occasionally. Let me know if there's anything you'd like to see!

Thailand

Specifically, Bangkok. We (my parents and I) got in yesterday afternoon, and spent today basically just being tourists, going to all sorts of temples and to the palace. (Apologies in advance if my captions are not 100% accurate as to where I took the photo -- I don't speak Thai so I have a terrible memory for the names of places here.)

As one might expect, it's rather quiet here given the protests of the past few weeks. There's still a curfew at night (tonight from 11pm-5am) so the government is clearly still a bit concerned, though the protests themselves have disbanded. The newspapers and government seem to be painting a picture of an ended conflict, but some of the people I've talked to here seem to think that nothing's yet fixed. I frankly don't know enough to assess who might be right, but it will be interesting to see what the next month or two brings.

But in the meantime, the internet at this hotel is nice and fast, so you get lots of pictures.

A guardian demon outside the temple of the Emerald Buddha. There were a bunch of these guys, each probably 15-20 feet tall.

One of the pagodas outside the temple of the Emerald Buddha. This one was entirely covered in little pieces of gold-leaf-inlaid glass, which apparently have to be replaced each seven years.

A woman restoring part of an enormous Ramayana mural.

Demons and monkeys (the sad one on the right is a demon; I think the other two are monkeys) support a pagoda.

The reclining Buddha, in the (surprise!) temple of the reclining Buddha. This one is 15m high and 46m long. No big deal.

Chinese porcelain inlaid in the Temple of Dawn.

Another demon(?) supporting the Temple of Dawn.

Dried fish market!

  

So that's the whirlwind tour of Bangkok. Tomorrow, we head to Siem Reap, Cambodia, for four days, then back to Bangkok for another day or two before heading home. Adventures!

On Balinese Tourism and Social Change

For the past week I've been hanging out in Bali with my family, experiencing the tourist perspective rather than the student one I've become accustomed to all semester. In some ways, the two aren't terribly different: tourism by far accounts for the majority of the Balinese economy, and it's difficult to be a foreigner living on the island without being perceived as a tourist. A lot of what we did during the semester -- visiting temples, climbing Batur, etc. -- could be classified as tourism, although we were generally studying the religious or social structure in more depth while at the sights. In any case, this week I've felt much more like a tourist, largely because I've been staying at this lovely hotel rather than in a home stay and we've been doing more guided tours and such things. I think I've spent more time reading my guide book in the last week than I did all semester.

All of this reiterates a question that I've been thinking about for a long time: how is cultural tourism beneficial for the Balinese, and in what ways is it detracting from the culture and from the Balinese position in the global economy?

First, the benefits. Given that tourism in one form or another accounts for the majority of Balinese incomes and constitutes the majority of the island's economy, it follows that people are receiving economic benefits. Although the rural villages in, for example, Tabanan regency are still heavily reliant on agriculture (mostly rice production) for their livelihoods, most people in larger towns are somehow connected with tourism. For example, in my homestay family, of the six people who have jobs, three work in a hotel, one works in a tourist-driven woodcarving shop, and one has a shop outside of a tourist site that sells sarongs and little gifts. The only working member of the family who is not directly involved in tourism is my host grandmother, who is in her nineties and runs a little snack stall outside their family compound. (This is, of course, anecdotal evidence, but it's what I've got.) Other host families, from what I can tell, had a similar breakdown, as did friends of my host family. So obviously some of the money pouring in from tourism is benefiting many Balinese people.

In addition, tourism ensures that some form of Balinese traditions remain alive. As Michel Picard points out in this article, "the very fact of qualifying tourism as 'cultural' bestows it with the attributes of culture," thus insuring that to some extent the customs (non-Balinese) people come to observe will remain alive. And it's true: whereas in numerous cultures that I've studied in my anthropology classes it's common for a younger generation to move away from "traditions," here it seems that the younger generation places importance on continuing traditions. Every year the universities celebrate Saraswati Day, a religious festival celebrating the goddess of wisdom, and all of the students my age that I've met take part in day-to-day rituals as well. Perhaps it is not as high a priority for them as for the older generation -- my host mother sometimes complained that her daughter-in-law devoted less time to making offerings than she (my host mother) did -- but it is still certainly a priority. Tourism is also keeping alive traditional music, dance forms, and art, although there is the question of whether it is secularizing religious dances.

But on the other hand, tourism seems in some ways to be a more damaging force. While some of the money coming in from cultural tourism does, as I discussed above, go to the Balinese people, most of the significant capital goes to "outsiders," that is, Javanese and non-Indonesians. Most of the hotels, to my knowledge, are owned by foreigners, and most of the people in shops and restaurants in Ubud have told me that their stores are owned by non-Balinese. (Studio Perak, a silver shop in Ubud, is owned by a Canadian, and my host sister worked in a shop in Gianyar owned by a Dutch man. Indus, Casa Luna, and Bar Luna, three of Ubud's major restaurants, are owned by a woman who I'm fairly certain is Australian. Often these people are married to Balinese individuals, but the businesses are nevertheless owned and run by non-Balinese.) While the stores and restaurants are typically staffed by Balinese individuals who do benefit from their salaries, most of the profit bypasses them. If the owner is married to a Balinese person, some of this money will be funneled back into the banjar (neighborhood), but that's not always the case.¹

So why does this happen? A lot of it has to do with the banjar and with religion, both of which demand huge amounts of time. From the time he is married onward, a Balinese man is expected to put in work for his banjar, activities that can range from fixing buildings and roads to preparing for temple festivals. Comparatively, women are responsible for creating the offerings that are used both daily and for major festivals. Both of these are major time sucks, and since they are major priorities, they detract from the time a person can devote to, say, running a business. They also cost a lot of money, so some of the capital that might be used to start up a business instead gets funneled back into these other avenues. I haven't been able to find a statistic backing this up, but I've heard it said that Balinese people often spend more money on offerings than on education; it may be an exaggeration but it's at least representative of the mindset. In my host family, only my brother and his sister-in-law had been to college (my two other host siblings and their spouses had not), and my host family is fairly well-off by local standards. There seemed to be a sense that higher education was a fairly low priority.

But that raises a tricky issue. Is it valid to tell people that in order to take more ownership of their own province's economy, they have to put their culture and daily lives on a back-burner? It's not exactly clear-cut. On the one hand, by making their religion and neighborhood unit less of a priority, Balinese people would be able to devote more time and energy to jobs and businesses and therefore would be able to have more agency in the tourism economy. On the other hand, if people want religion and their social network to be their highest priority, and that makes them happy, who's to say that's inherently problematic?

What tips me toward the first hand is that if the general trend continues, the Balinese will lose a lot of their cultural agency. If the industry continues to be dominated at the top by non-Balinese, it won't be the Balinese guiding the culture that's presented to visitors. They will receive fewer of the benefits brought in by tourism and they'll have less control over the industry itself.

The other issue there is that there's a lot of lamentation over how tourism changes Balinese culture and resulting claims that that's terrible. In some ways, yes, I see the problems in the "Westernization" (a troubling but convenient term so I'm using it anyway) brought in by tourism. But, of course, culture is supposed to evolve: think of American culture today versus thirty years ago. So it's not necessarily problematic that change is coming to Balinese culture. The larger issue is where the change is coming from, and whether or not the Balinese have agency over their own culture. What's tricky, also, is that tourism relies on Balinese culture being recognizable as "Balinese culture." If the culture here evolves too much in a different direction, it may lose the tourism that is supporting its economy and guiding the cultural changes.

So how does one reconcile these issues? The short answer, although somewhat of a cop-out, is that I don't really know. What I do know is that education is going to be a key aspect if Balinese people are going to take ownership over tourism. It's clear that a balance needs to be found between religion/social structure and business, but I don't think it's a balance that can be dictated by an outside source. My inclination would be to say to dial back on offerings and rituals (which have in fact increased in recent years largely as a result of tourism) and place more emphasis on taking control of the tourist industry, but I've grown up in a society that typically places emphasis in that manner. Who am I to say that rituals shouldn't take top priority, if they make people happy?

So what do you think? Is there a more obvious answer that I'm missing? Am I being too American, too capitalist, when I see these issues? Or is it as important as I think it is for the Balinese to have maximum agency in the tourist economy?



¹ An interesting but somewhat unrelated parallel exists with the food stalls and carts around the island, the majority of which are owned by Javanese, who have a history of a landless class and come to Bali to make a living. Most of their food stalls end up being more successful, partially because their food is halal and will be eaten by Muslims on the island, and partially because, as some Hindu Balinese people have told me, the food is often "lebih enak," more delicious.

From School to Vacation

My family got here on Saturday, so for the last few days I've been showing them around the island. I've been able to revisit some of the places I went during my semester, plus go to some new ones. It's a bit of a strange sensation to be vacationing where I was previously studying: for example, when a tour guide today offered up simplified information about family compounds, I almost felt compelled to correct him. It's also a bit odd because while I realize each time I explain something to my family just how much I've learned this semester, I rarely felt "stressed out" the same way I do at Williams. It's almost surprising to be on a vacation now. 


I've also been realizing just how much Indonesian I've learned. I've been pretty consistently bartering with people and setting things up for my family, which is something I thought I might have trouble with. Not the case, though; rarely do I have no idea what someone is saying to me. (There was one incident when I was talking to someone on the phone. The guy I was talking to very rapidly expressed surprise that I was speaking Indonesian, at which point I promptly asked him to slow down. I realized a few steps later in the conversation what he'd said. Whoops.)


We've mostly been doing vacationy things, exploring Ubud and going to the beach. We (my family and I) went to Kuta, where we (the SIT students) weren't allowed to go during the semester, since it's where the bombings were a few years back (though it's now safe), and I can't say I'm sad to have missed it during the semester. The beach was busy and crowded, and we were constantly at risk of being surfed on top of, which was a bit of a bummer. (Steven and Casey went to Sanur the next day and said it was lovely.) Then today we biked from Kintamani, the volcano caldera, to Pejeng, the town next to where I lived all semester. Here are some pictures:

Scarecrow in a rice field somewhere along the way. Usually people just use big cloth banners, but this guy was way more elaborate -- someone even sacrificed a soccer ball to use for his head.

I get the feeling I haven't yet posted a picture of a banyan tree, so here's one. Most of them (if not all) are considered sacred, and they're absolutely enormous. This wasn't my best picture, but I figured Michael in the corner would help give an idea of the size.

 

Rice being sorted from the husks. People plant and harvest the rice by hand, and we passed a bunch of women working on the harvest on our way down.

That's all for now. Apologies for the slightly scattered post; I'm bouncing back and forth between this and helping everyone choose plans for tomorrow.

Last Days of the Semester: Galungan and Bedulu

It's a bit surreal to realize that as I'm writing this, my semester abroad is officially over. Last night, we had our final party with the host families, ISP advisers, and some of the students from Udayana University who came to Munduk Pakel with us back in March. Then this morning we signed off and said our goodbyes. Most of us are either sticking around in Bali for a few days or traveling throughout Southeast Asia, so I might run into some of the other students in the next week (and I did about an hour ago) but still, the semester is done. Odd.

For the last few days we've been back in Bedulu, finishing things up for the semester. Tuesday and Wednesday of this week were Galungan, which some Balinese people have described to me as their version of Christmas, but I'm not sure I see the connection. (I think it's mostly because they hang decorations that kind of look like Christmas trees, in a very vague sense.) Everyone's description of the "purpose" of Galungan varies, but from what I understand, it's mostly a time to honor ancestors and make lots of offerings. (Balinese Hinduism is, to massively oversimplify, sort of a combination of Indian Hinduism, traditional ancestor worship, and a little bit of animism.) For the first day, people stay home and make offerings in their own family temple -- each family compound has their own temple/shrine -- and on the second day, people visit their friends and extended family.

The alleyway by my house. If you blow the picture up, you should be able to see the things that are "like Christmas trees" -- they're the palm leaf arches over the road.

Oh, of course I'd forget this sort of thing: on Galungan and the holiday ten days after it, Kuningan, lots of pigs get sacrificed to make babi guling (roast suckling pig) and lawar (a dish made of vegetables, coconut, and pig blood).

 This is not a roasting pig. It is, in fact, a dog eating offerings (which isn't considered bad -- once the offerings are out they're fair game for animals to eat). As soon as I tried to take a picture of her eating them, she started barking at me angrily. See why I say the dogs here are mean?

(I should also point out that right now there are a bunch of kids playing gamelan outside the cafe I'm sitting in, and two of the kids are dressed in a very elaborate boar costume and dancing. I wish I had my camera!)

Now to jump forward in time: I have a day to kill in Ubud, and then tomorrow my family comes to Bali! For a little over a week I'll get to play tour guide, and then after that we head to Thailand (assuming the political situation is stable enough, touch wood). So I'll have more adventures to post about there, and then I'm home May 31st. Excitement!

Nusa Lembongan Roundup

On Thursday, we all presented our Independent Study Projects, which marked the last bit of work for the semester. (I got to read one of my stories to everyone, which was fun.) After that, we had a quick trip to Immigration to get our visas renewed for the last time, which also involved getting fingerprinted. Kind of creepy, but we were assured that it's standard procedure for anyone staying in Indonesia over a couple of months (there's a precise time limit, but I forget what it is).

Once that was all accomplished, it was off to Nusa Lembongan, one of the three small islands off the coast of Bali (still part of the Bali province), for our last excursion. Unlike the other excursions we've taken, where we had classes and lectures to attend, this one was pure vacation, a final hurrah for the group. (The semester ends on the 14th, and has gone by amazingly quickly.) We stayed right on the beach, at a small hotel with fantastic curry.

 The view from the hotel.

Since most of the coast is used for seaweed farming, each day we took another, smaller boat about ten minutes away to a beach better for swimming. Two of the guys and I found a beach even better for swimming that required crawling through a hole in the rock, timing it carefully so we didn't get squished by incoming waves. (Of course, Ary and Yudi then proceeded to find a path over the cliff. Not as fun, though.)

On Saturday morning, we went snorkeling. I found a huge fish with a big protrusion coming out of his forehead that the boat driver said was called a "jacket fish," although I'm not sure why. (Upon a Google search, I think that's wrong. I'm pretty sure it was a "unicorn fish," which is even cooler.)

The next day, we rented bikes and went all around the island. It's not a very big island, and the trip took us maybe three hours, a significant proportion of which was spent hanging out and swimming around in a mangrove...grove (forest? copse?). After the mangroves, we continued on, heading up a huge, endless hill and then down its equally steep side with our questionable rental bike breaks.

 Mangroves!

Aside from the snorkeling and biking, we spent a lot of time swimming and playing scrabble and cards. Then, this morning we returned to Bali, where we're back with our homestay families. Tomorrow and Wednesday are Galungan, a holiday to celebrate each family's ancestors. Almost everyone roasts a pig to celebrate -- not sure what I'll end up eating!

On Being Queer Abroad

There's not much (read: nothing) by way of LGBT community here as far as I can tell, so I hadn't given this topic much thought before today. I've been emailing with one of my friends (hi, Jack) about it lately, though, so I thought I'd throw some thoughts out there (how's that for alliteration) for consideration.

Being in Bali has, in some ways, been a little bit like being back in the closet. During orientation, I asked a bit about Balinese responses to queerness¹ and Pak Tom explained that people here don't have any particular problems with it, but the older generation is completely unfamiliar with it. So, as a result, I didn't tell my host family that I have a girlfriend or that I consider myself queer. Bahasa Indonesia facilitates that, since there aren't any gender pronouns. When someone asks me if I "sudah punya pacar," they're technically asking if I already have a significant other, since "pacar" is gender neutral. I can say yes, and since there's only one pronoun that encompasses both he and she, I can have an entire conversation without divulging her gender (sorry, J). (There are slang terms for girlfriend and boyfriend, "cewek" and "cowok," respectively, but it's easy to answer "sudah punya cowok" with "ya, saya sudah punya pacar di Amerika," yes, I already have a significant other in America.) So I'm in an odd in-between: I'm not quite in the closet, but nor am I particularly out.

But that raises the question of why I'm not out to them. Part of it, I think, is language: I'm not sure how to explain LGBT issues in Indonesian, and if I were to declare myself queer to my host family I'd probably need to explain it. I am out to the other students on my program, the program directors, and the language teachers (both of whom are Balinese), without much issue. (There's been a little bit of homophobia on the part of one of the students, but I won't go into that.) Interestingly, I've had no problem with the language staff; I've actually had a couple of conversations with Mirah, one of my teachers, about it because she wanted to know more. So if I haven't felt judged or ostracized by them, why my hesitancy toward telling my family?

Part of it, I think, was that I was afraid of making them uncomfortable with me before they got to know me, which is a fallacy I've fallen into in the past and that I think a lot of LGBT people find themselves worrying about. Because we queer folk are made to think that there's something wrong with us, there's a tendency to assume that everyone will automatically feel that way. So I assumed my host family would be somehow offended, and held back. (At this point, it feels like coming out would be a little bit odd, since I've only got roughly another week with them. But maybe I'm still just making excuses. Who knows?)

At the same time, I do question Pak Tom's assertion that people are completely unfamiliar with queerness. A month or so ago, I was watching a game show on TV with my ibu, and while I'm not sure what exactly was going on, I do know that two of the contestants were drag queens. (I don't think they were transgendered, but that's my own ignorance showing through.) My ibu didn't seem particularly offended; if anything she was amused. (In fact, she described them as "aneh," weird, but conceded that the particularly fabulous one was "cantik," beautiful, when I called them both that.) When I asked her about them, she said that crossdressing is fairly common in Java (the show was presumably from Jakarta) but that "they didn't have them in Bali." That's probably true; most queer people in Bali either move to Kuta, the big beach & nightclub city, or to Jakarta, or they stay closeted and eventually get married to someone of the opposite sex, since children are so important here. Still, it highlighted to me the fact that, at least in terms of crossdressing and transgenderism (transgenderness? someone correct me please?), there's a bit of a "not in my backyard" mentality. There's certainly no sense that a crossdresser would be in any danger here, just that he or she wouldn't be particularly accepted.

I'm not sure exactly what to make of all of this. A large part of me does wish that I'd come out earlier so that I could have talked with my ibu about it, but I'm also not sure what I could have said, since my Indonesian vocabulary doesn't extend very far into the realm of love and relationships. Still, it's important to lay a groundwork. I wish I were a little more familiar with queer rights and visibility here, but I suppose there's no better time to start than now.


¹ I know that "queer" means a lot of different things to different people, so I'll clarify. When I say queer, I'm generally referring to the entire Lesbian-Gay-Bisexual-Transgender continuum. I do this for two reasons. First, I think that saying LGBT is kind of clunky and it's easier to just say queer. Second, I don't like to declare myself as bisexual because of all of the baggage that comes along with that (people's assumptions that I'm either indecisive or promiscuous, neither of which is particularly accurate) so I find that queer works as a general "not straight" label. Feel free to ask questions if that's not clear.