"They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn..." - Jack Kerouac, On the Road, Part 1, Ch. 1
Saturday, May 8, 2010
Malang, Java
During my second trip to Java to work in the bamboo laminate factory for a week we stayed in the home owned by the factory manager. He and his father and brothers run the village and live right next to the factory which is hidden in order to protect it from local mafia control. During a break we were at his house and this musical troupe came by to earn a little money. We also visted a bamboo forest beneath a cliff, high in the mountains. The local village is home to a hearty group of farmers, all of whom are in exceptional shape from hauling bananas, bamboo, rice and forest products through the tropical trails to bring to the markets and for pick-up at roadside. Their homes are filled with potted plants and displayed in a way to outdo each other.
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