JAKARTA - Sunday, August 3: After breakfast, I was feeling brave. With my camera in hand, I decided to go see what was up that hill.It was already hot at 7:30 a.m. The air was heavy just like on Saturday. It smelled like burning wood. Or is that the pollution from the buses and motorcycles? Now I understand why some locals wear masks.
Security check-point The bus stop.
Most of these are food stalls. Some were frying food. One man was feeding birds in a cage. I imagine that some live there. You cannot imagine the dirt and grime on the street. The smell. About the time I passed the lady in the skirt, three frail and sick cats ran in front me. I couldn't take any more pictures. I didn't want to go any further.It is depressing that people live this way in a country where a small percentage of the population have unbelievable wealth. How does the government ignore this?
Most of these are food stalls. Some were frying food. One man was feeding birds in a cage. I imagine that some live there. You cannot imagine the dirt and grime on the street. The smell. About the time I passed the lady in the skirt, three frail and sick cats ran in front me. I couldn't take any more pictures. I didn't want to go any further.It is depressing that people live this way in a country where a small percentage of the population have unbelievable wealth. How does the government ignore this?