Indonesians are lovely people. Very welcoming, very open, very warm, always up for a good joke and a good laugh. Well, I actually can’t speak for the whole 250-Million-inhabitants country, but lets talk about the ones in Bali. They have a positive attitude towards life even if their life is – often – hard enough. They have a certain sparkle in their eyes, which implies and shows a joy of life seldom seen in people of western countries. They live in the now, and that’s what is important. The present.
But, if you live in a local neighbourhood, you learn that Indonesians are also very noisy people, especially early in the morning. And with early I mean latest 6 am. They start the day with a shower (which means that all water pumps around my house go off), laundry, cooking (my house smelled very onion-ish, spicy-ish and delicious every morning), repairing their motorbikes (which results in a roaring engine for at least half an hour) and many other things. They also have millions of roosters who start their noisy activities at 3 am and they don’t stop their screaming until around 9 am. The children scream and jump around and no one reprimands them.
In addition, the mosque was just right behind my house. So starting around 4 am, the muezzin called for prayer – through a loud speaker facing my house. And all the flocks of birds around started – of course with the first daylight – chirping however loud they could, competing with the roosters of course.
Luckily I have a deep sleep. So all the before-6am-noise was no problem. But then, sleeping in past 6 am was kind of a hard thing to do.
After 9 am, you couldn’t hear anything at all anymore. The most quiet neighbourhood ever. Really. It’s dead quiet then. Silent. Not a sound to hear.
But that’s Bali life and I love it!
Kim Faraway 
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