I swear that I'm here to teach...

I'm sure that you're all getting tired of my blog posts highlighting some gorgeous island in Indonesia where I hung out with my friends and thinking to yourselves "Didn't she go there to teach English?" and I swear I've been teaching... a little anyway.

A week and a half after returning from my month long teaching hiatus, I found myself once more walking across the tarmac of the Pekanbaru airport, suitcase trailing behind me. This time however I was with Brian and neither of us had paid for our flights- we were headed to the ETA mid-year conference and this trip was on AMINEF. The ETA reunion began in the Jakarta airport, where our inevitable lay over made our paths cross with those of about ten other ETA's all bound for Surabaya. Once in Surabaya AMINEF spared no expense, putting us up in a five-star hotel for our two day outreach program with local schools. After successful programs with schools around Surabaya and sufficient discussions on teaching and practices with the English Language Fellows (the big brother to the ETA program), all forty-four of us were once again loaded onto coach buses bound for the airport. After taking over the Starbucks during our routine flight delay, we finally boarded a plane to the island of Lombok- Bali's more beautiful and less hyped neighbor. Here we continued our mid-year conference at the Sheraton resort- discussing the ETA handbook for future ETA's, changes AMINEF could make to improve the program, the WORDS competition, an English competition for our students, and generally trying to finish before lunch so that we could enjoy the lavish pool and dual happy hours offered by the Sheraton.

By Friday our mid-year duties were completed and most of us opted to stay in Lombok for a weekend in Kuta- a two hour drive to the south. The white sand beaches, turquoise water, and breathtaking rock formations made this small town look like something out of Avatar- it's the most beautiful place I have seen thus far. I went surfing with some of the other ETA's- we took a boat out to a break in the middle of the ocean- and while the waves were awesome I opted to sit on my board and take in the gorgeous scenery around me after getting thoroughly abused by the somewhat scary swells. We rented motor bikes and it seemed like we could go no where without coming across a stretch of undisturbed white sand beach- deserted except for a few local kids.

This Tuesday my Mom and sister will come to Pekanbaru, and after spending a few days showing them my school and the sights of the city we will head to Bali. I have been teaching for a week and I swear that I will begin teaching again after this one last vacation...as the Indonesians say "satu lage"- just once more...

Bali Hai: Part Two of My Three Week Vacation

One of the most frequently asked questions I have encountered when talking to Indonesians about traveling is "have you been to Bali?"- even mentioning Bali in my classes inevitably brings up a chorus of "ooooohs." While no one I talked to had ever been to Bali themselves, they all insisted that it was a beautiful place, paradise even. It is with these high hopes and pictures of white sand beaches in my head that I boarded the ferry from Banuywangi to Bali. From the ferry we drove through picturesque rice fields backed by mountains; by crumbling Hindu temples; and along the coast where the ocean seemed to call my name. Driving into Ubud was like driving into a small artsy town on the east coast- not only was there was a Starbucks on the cute main street, but the place was crawling with bulehs (white people)! Starved from our trip we chose a restaurant for dinner and were greeted by a menu that contained not only salads but a variety of western food and alcohol- we could only hope that we had somehow taken the boat back to America. Our three days in Ubud were spent relaxing in Starbucks, spending way too much money at the bookstores which sold English books, learning about the rich Hindu culture of the area, and eating all of the cuisines we had missed so much. Even though we could have easily have stayed in Ubud we booked tickets to take us to Kuta where we would meet a group of friends to celebrate the new year. Unfortunately, somehow in the three days that we were there, none of us realized that there was an hour time difference, so we missed our bus (don't ask me how the three of us were granted Fulbrights). Luckily we were able to get on another bus about an hour later and make the two hour drive to Kuta.

While Ubud surprised us with it's charm and small town America feel, Kuta surprised us with shirtless Australians, crass souvenirs, pushy salespeople, and offers of ephedrine on the street. It reminded me of the Jersey shore during senior week. From that time on our group of three began expanding as more of our ETA friends made it to Kuta to ring in the New Year. We spent a lot of our time on the beach- which was sadly far from white sand- appreciating the fantastic restaurants and bars, and just enjoying each others company. New Year's Eve was a blast in one of the many clubs in downtown Kuta which turned into an ETA reunion as the night wore on. I was supposed to leave the next day to return to Pekanbaru, but due to a flight miscommunication I couldn't leave until Tuesday which I happily endured. All in all it was an excellent trip and I returned to Pekanbaru a little tanner, a little poorer, and a whole lot happier.

My Trip in Pictures

Please visit my Picassa web albums link to view all of the pictures from my vacation.

December and January

Trek Swim Climb: Part One of my Three Week Vacation

 My month long holiday has sadly come to an end, but oh! the places I've been! My travels began in the city of Medan which is about twelve hours north of Pekanbaru. Eric and I kicked off our trip with three days in the small village of Bukit Lawang, home to an orangutan conservatory in Gunug Leuser National Park. An all day trek with our guide Dharma was wildly successful and we not only encountered orangutans at the conservatory's feeding stations; but, we were chased through the jungle by an orangutan named Minah with a record for biting tourists. It was more than a bit disconcerting when Dharma, who has trekked the jungle for years and knows most of the orangutans, told us to run. Needless to say we did not hesitate. 

Our next stop was Lake Toba,  the largest volcanic crater lake in the world created by a super volcanic eruption. We stayed on Samosir Island which stands in the middle of Lake Toba and is about the size of Singapore. The relaxed island  attitude seemed to seep out of Samosir and we were surprised by the many signs advertising "magic mushrooms". We hiked to a gorgeous waterfall, rented a sweet pink motorbike and toured the many small villages on the island, swam in the lake, ate huge lake fish, and just relaxed in true island style. The last stop on our Sumatra tour was Berastagi, famous for its fruit market and the two volcanoes that shadow the small town.  We climbed Mt. Sibayak, the smaller of the two at 7, 257 feet. Although its last eruption was in 1881, the volcano still has many active steam vents and the smell of sulfur was over powering at times. Standing at the mouth of the volcano truly made me feel insignificant.

The crater of Mt. Sibayak

The next day we flew to Surabaya on the island of Java where we traveled to Malang, Eric's hometown, to spend a few days relaxing with some of our best friends. In Malang we added Polly and Brandon to our duo and together we spent Christmas on a bus (4 actually) bound for Banuywangi where we visited a National Park and ultimately boarded a ferry that would take us to Bali. Bali, however is a horse of a different color and therefore deserves its own post...