Monday, November 9, 2009

Life in a new culture: Bali: Part 7


Published on the CU Independent: http://cuindependent.com/2009/11/09/life-in-a-new-culture-bali-part-7/

(Thanks, Rebecca, for letting me use the picture)

Opinion: It's the things you wouldn't think about that annoy the most

By Stephanie Davis on November 9, 2009

We are one bowel movement away from being banned from the bathrooms in Bali. In the last week, our group of 13 students has managed to break the toilet in our favorite restaurant, twice.

The Balinese greet each other and ask to be polite, “Sudah mandi?” or in English, “Have you showered yet?” This is because it’s so hot, a shower is a good way to cool off and feel healthy. Our group of students has changed that a bit, and instead asks each other, “How’s your poop?”

We congratulate each other if someone finally passes a poop after five days of going without. After one of these said victories, when one girl couldn’t get the toilet to flush, the girl waiting behind her was so desperate, she begged her to leave her poop in the toilet and said, “It’s okay—I have to go so bad, I’ll just go on top.” Needless to say, this is one of the incidents that broke the toilet.

There is no room to be poop-shy.

These conversations might seem strange to the outsider, but it’s amazing how important the dialogue about our bowel movements has become. The topic comes up more often than sex. This is not because we have way too much time to think of toilet humor, but because this is how we gauge our health in Bali.

In many of the bathrooms, it can be hard to find soap to wash our hands, so we’ve all become addicted to hand sanitizer. Even with the hand sanitizer, we still don’t feel clean.

Our diet here is completely different than what we’re used to in America. The food our home-stay families serve us tends to be very spicy, and three times a day we are served a large mound of rice. The spicy food tends to make things move through our bodies rather quickly, while the rice slows things down. You would think the combination would balance the consistency out, but no. It seems like we are constantly clogged, or far too runny.

Adding to the food problems, we have to be careful about what we eat. There is no water treatment, and one slip-up can leave us feeling runny for a week. Even brushing our teeth takes some thought. One careless morning of sticking the toothbrush under the faucet instead of using bottled water, or eating an apple our home-stay mothers wash with local water can do the trick.

To avoid dehydration when we’re going through these tough times, we’ve taken to drinking a beverage called “Pocari Sweat,” the equivalent of Gatorade and Powerade. Sadly, it doesn’t help as much as we would like.

Most of us arrived with a few doses of antibiotics in hand for traveler’s diarrhea, but we’re told we should only take these pills when we have “three loose bowel movements a day for three days.” That’s a lot of time to wait before we start on these pills that could bring relief, but even the relief doesn’t come for a few days after starting the medicine.

I would have thought that after two months, my body would be adjusted to the new diet and be a little bit more immune to the water after accidental ingestions, but I’m continually disappointed. I’m hoping my body doesn’t need this much adjustment time when I go home.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to make an emergency appointment with the toilet.

Monday, November 2, 2009

Life in a new culture: Bali: Part 6




Published on the CU Independent 11/2/09: http://cuindependent.com/2009/11/02/life-in-a-new-culture-bali-part-6/

Learning to live with little technology


Entertainment has a completely new meaning. In Bali, I don’t have any of the old forms of amusement I used to rely on so heavily in Boulder. Instead of electronics, I’ve been relying on traditions.

There are only three movie theaters in Bali, or so I’m told. I haven’t seen any of them yet, and I hear they’re not worth checking out, anyway. You can usually find the pirated version of the new releases in a store before the movie hits the theaters.

Internet is scarce and slow. Instead of spending 20 hours a week (or more) glued to Facebook, news and photo sites like I was back in Boulder, now I only check my email every few days when I have enough energy to take the 15-minute bus ride into Ubud.

My home-stay family has a TV, but my language skills are lacking, so I find it hard to watch the romance hospital dramas (a far cry from “Grey’s Anatomy,” which I hate to admit I miss terribly). My home-stay family doesn’t watch very much TV, anyway.

Bars don’t really exist in the parts of Bali I’ve seen. There are restaurants where you can get drinks, but I have yet to find a bar to go relax and grab a beer. I went from spending two nights a week in bars in Boulder—Monday night at Conor O’Neill’s for trivia and Southern Sun on Thursdays for taco night—to having alcohol on special nights where we decide to splurge and stay out until 9:30 on Fridays. I’m almost always in bed by 10 p.m.

So instead of spending my time glued in front of electronics or spending way too much money on a social life in Boulder, I spend time at home, at a traditional performance or enjoying nature in Bali.

My home-stay ibu (mother) has started to teach me how to play cards. The cards are completely different from the deck I’m familiar with, but the concepts are usually the same; find four matching sets of three before everyone else, and so on. Dominoes are also popular. I find myself playing cards with my home-stay ibu for hours. It’s perfect for the language barrier—it gives us something to do, and we don’t have to talk if we’re too exhausted from trying to use exaggerated hand gestures.

Bali is famous for its dances and performances. For Halloween, instead of dressing up and trick-or-treating, we put on our traditional Balinese clothing and attended a performance in one of the many temples in our town. We watched the dancers in all their glamour, listened to the live music and watched the shadow-puppet play.

The performance had nothing to do with the fact that it was Halloween; we didn’t even realize it was Halloween. Dances and performances happen regularly; you can find at least one a night.

The landscape of Bali is amazing. Space that isn’t taken up by the scattered towns is filled with green rice terraces, I can walk into a tropical rainforest five minutes away from my house. And my favorite, Monkey Forest. There, I could pay the equivalent of 60 cents and watch tourists get bombarded by very intelligent macaques who won’t leave them alone until they get a treat. I could spend hours there. And I did, until I got bit by one of the little jerks (a macaque, not a tourist), and had to get five rabies shots over the course of the next three weeks. I haven’t been brave enough to go back since then.

I do miss being able to switch on a computer, being able to watch TV, Facebook stalking all of my high school classmates I don’t like anymore and wasting far too much time on YouTube, but hopefully I’ll still be able to appreciate the small things, like the value of a deck of cards, when I go back to Boulder.