Jakarta Culture Shock

Well, “culture shock” is perhaps a bit overblown, but moving to Jakarta to start my internship, I immediately started to notice little things that were markedly different from my calm life in Central Java. Let me present them to you in a small list.

Obviously Jakarta is a melting pot and moreover isn’t a place where people would have spoken Javanese anyway. Still, it feels funny not to be able to fall back on my Javanese pleasantries when I want to butter someone up.

Bahasa Betawi
Basically, people really do say lu and gue here for you and me, which is weird because I’ve only ever seen that on TV. Fun fact: These pronouns are actually borrowed from Hokkien.

Food prices are so high! A meal that would have cost me less than Rp 10,000 now costs almost Rp 20,000. Ouch.

No driving
I’m only here for a short time, so I decided that it’s just easier to not rent a motorbike, though I think I would if I stayed here longer. Without a motorbike, I have to rely on buses and trains, walking, or Go-Jek. And I will say that Go-Jek has been amazing. No more bargaining with strange men over every single ride!

The first thing anybody every mentions about Jakarta is the traffic. And they’re right. Jakarta is full of bad traffic and traffic jams. What people usually fail to mention is that all the traffic causes a lot of pollution. Now, I won’t try to say that this is anything like China levels of pollution. That said, now that I spend more time walking around outside, I find that I wear a face mask a lot. When I don’t, I end of significantly more sneezey for hours afterward.

Water dispensers
For some reason, most of the water dispensers I’ve seen here have the water jug hidden somewhere inside the dispenser instead of perched on top of the dispenser. This is a little thing, but it’s still so strange. If the water jug is inside, you can’t see when it’s about to run out.

Already-brewed tea at a small eating establishment is apparently not a thing in Jakarta. Most of the time when I eat out and want my standard iced tea, I’m either handed a bottled tea or a glass with its own tea bag. If I’m lucky. One time I got a strange glass filled half with tea and half with a mysterious, clear liquid that didn’t seem like it was sugar.


How to extend an Indonesian tourist visa (Solo update)

For the first half of my story in Indonesia this summer, I had to extend my tourist visa. This time, I did it in Solo’s immigration office. I was worried that they might send me to the capital of the province (Semarang, two and a half hours away), but luckily I could do everything right in Solo. This leads me to believe that you should be able to extend your visa at any immigration office you find, but no promises.

See my earlier post for an overview of the process. In Solo, everything worked exactly the same way, with one crucial difference: almost no foreigners go to the Solo immigration office. When I walked in the building, it was swamped with Indonesians,1 but by the time I got upstairs and wound my way to the back of the building, there was only one other person hanging about.

This crucial detail means that it was much easier and more pleasant to extend my visa in Solo. I was able to go in every morning just after opening, get my business done, and get out very quickly. The service also felt more personable, simply because there were less people traipsing through there every day.

The only annoyance was that the three day process still was carried out, even though it seemed like I should be able to submit all my papers and pay on the same day. On the flip side, in Jogja I sometimes was told to come in the afternoon, but in Solo I was able to get everything done in the morning. They were also flexible about what day I came in to pick up my passport, something I might be afraid to ask about in Jogja.

And let me just repeat this: there was literally no waiting. No crazy lines and numbers, no lost documents. One morning, I was in and out in eleven minutes. So much nicer than Jogja. The only drawback is that Solo’s immigration office is further from the city than Jogja’s.

1As it always is–what are they all doing there?