a yellow bridge on the outskirts of Jakarta
The end of the road. This bridge was far too narrow and delicate to take vehicular traffic other than human powered transport, somewhat protecting the village it serviced beyond from the changes they force upon landscape. Electricity was yet to arrive here.
Well, here it is. I found a photograph at last. There are others somewhere. Disappointed? Perhaps the hump in the middle which allows sail powered fishing boats to glide beneath, is not as organic as I'd remembered. I had also forgotten about its surface of pitch. I stayed here for hours watching life pass by until the setting sun turned those beautiful Indonesian faces walking by to burnished copper. There were old people, young people and people on bicycles. Becaks could barely squeeze past.