Going native. I stayed with these friends in Central Java, Indonesia in about 1978. For a while I became quite fond of wearing sarongs, even back home in Australia. Its a very practical garment and the tube of cloth makes the ideal lightweight blanket for humid nights. It keeps the mossies off too. That's a Malaysian sarong I'm wearing. A bed made of bamboo slats, some rattan walls and a floor of dirt. The most challenging part of living was the communal bathing and toilet facilities. One would have to squat behind a flimsy rattan wall only waist high and open to the sky as others from the village walked by. A traumatic experience for a shy guy like me.
or another room?
created 15 september 2000