is a place where people like to celebrate. Most of the time
festivities are traditional ceremonies with very strict rules, but
that doesn't mean that people look sad or serious. Usually
Indonesians make a very happy impression, but they rather stay calm
and express that only with a beautiful smile. During festivals or
happy ceremonies though it gets loud and colorful.
|Traditional Javanese mask|
our host mom told us that we should quickly have a look outside
because something would be going on, we had no clue what we would get
into. So we just stepped outside, in our pajamas and fully unprepared
for the huge spectacle.
we saw pretty girls getting dressed around the gate of our home. With
every step further into the street we discovered new costumes and
uniforms. Generals, mysterious fighters, bird breeders, vegetable
farmers, it seemed like every traditional profession gathered in a group.
|Fresh vegetables from the neighborhood|
we walked along our street, more and more people gathered in the hot
afternoon sun. They all looked at us as curiously as we looked at
them, and we smiled at each other. As we were the only foreigners
living in the area, everyone seemed to know us. And we discovered
familiar faces too: neighbors, the lady who always sold us our
favorite cigarettes, the one who makes delicious fruit shakes, my
hairdresser... It felt somehow as if we lived there for a long time
already, but we still discovered a lot of new things and met new
we seeked shelter in the shade of a tribune, the people sitting there
immediately started discussing something. Suddenly, a man in
traditional clothing who looked important came over and invited us to
have a seat. First, we refused, as we really planned to only have a
quick look and then go home. But we had no chance. After we agreed on
quickly sitting there, more and more people wearing the whole
traditional “costume” came to sit with us, and we got distributed
a lunch package as well as the information that the head of the
village would arrive soon.
|Every girl wants to be a princess, no?|
we were part of the official greeting committee, firstly for the head
of the village, then, together with him, for the entire carnival
parade. People came to take pictures with us, all impressed by how
tall Fabian is and how beautiful I am. Not that I felt anything like
that in Pjs and flip-flops, but they didn't care. When the head of
the village arrived he spoke to us in English and was thanking us
very much that we could come to the parade and that it was an honor
to have us there.
one hand, I had to smile because that was definitely not what we
expected when we wanted to have a quick look out the door. On the
other hand, that was not the first time something like this happened,
and we really enjoyed the whole ceremony. It was an honor for us to
be there actually. Plenty of pictures can give you an idea what we
saw from our first row seats.
|Huge and colorful birds|
|We don't really know what they represent,|
but their costumes look pretty
|A real man must own a bird|
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