barely 15 days since we arrived in Indonesia, yet we have already acquired habits ... Man adapted so quickly to the new? It must be said that for now, everything is simple. We were greeted first at Fred and Matilda and now we're staying at a friend from college met Sylvia at a party Jakarta ... What serendipity! If we add to this the friendliness and helpfulness of Indonesia, we can not adapt as well. Everywhere we feel welcome and it warms the heart. The smile is the most frequent exchanges we have. As we have no reason to pout, we emphasize the wrinkles at the corners of our lips ...
We are in the largest Muslim country in the world and the muezzin's call rate our days. When we look at a plan, we are amazed by the number of mosques. Some churches and Buddhist temples have their place in the middle. Apparently, the various religions seem to coexist smoothly. I not cross the eyes of some Muslim men insisting frustrated. The Indonesian approach women naturally without having to seek approval for the husband to start the conversation ... This differs from many other Muslim countries. Someone said that the pearls on a string representing the different ethnic groups of the Indonesian people and the chain link was woven by the tolerance between them. I like to think that image. It is a beautiful message, full of optimism for the future ...
There are other sounds that mark the different times of day. These are the sounds made by street vendors. Each has its own. They pass in turn before the home. He slapped his fruit knife on the plastic of the case, the tinkle of a spoon noodle dish on the iron, the ice has a clean upbeat music throughout Asia issued by a small speaker and promoted by Wall's, etc. .... In summary, we can stay home and eat all day. Everything is how much things are worth! Indeed, the Javanese show three fingers to say 3 or 30 or 300 or 3000 or 30000 300000 or .... (One euro is 15,000 rupiah). It is ours to estimate! For a newly arrived immigrant, it is not so comfortable! But we are progressing. Walks among many steps are rich in learning. We base our language has strained and our daily lexicon is enriched with the encouragement of caring people .... Laughter punctuates many short sentences, highlighting our mistakes and our shortcomings. Anyway, I think it is not fashionable to be angry or annoyed face our misunderstandings ... I never hear anyone raising his voice over. This implies that we can not scold our children in public for fear of being hurt to see ... Indonesians do not exhibit their moods in the public square! Self-control seems to be de rigueur in Javanese culture. 
Jakarta is a very polluted city us many surprises! Behind its huge towers are hidden alleys to the appearance of a village!
A popular fish market. The stalls are plentiful and quite intoxicating smell but you get used because it is worth it! The selection is incredible. We made a bargain with some fish, lots of shrimp, crabs or lobsters without forgetting the squid and more ... Afterwards, he must choose his tavern and cooking ... It settles and one is used in Indonesian! ... 
A rice field view of the train from Jakarta to Yogyakarta ...
Just as street vendors, the ballet of small vendors is incessant! This lady is preparing a salad in a banana leaf for our neighbor under the watchful eyes of Thibault. Our little Pomeranians adapt quite well to the trip! 
Here are some of the splendours walk, smile, flowers, scents and colors.
The driver of the tricycle siesta under a blazing sun.
A little culture is not displease us! Tonight, a great puppet show with his band. On the left are the "backstage" with the gamelan (orchestra) and the teller behind the leather puppets. At right is the stage facing the shadow theater ... We feasted despite a slow and a linguistic misunderstanding! The sound of gamelan is truly captivating and aesthetics appealed to us all.
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