

Last Thursday I went with Ani to her village near Lumajang, South East Java. We traveled by motorbike. The first part of the trip was lovely, passing through the mist-shrouded foothills of the largest mountain in Java, Semeru. The forest was bright green, punctuated by the occassional small village or white minaret. Nearly four hours later when we finally arrived I was aching, the last stretch of unpaved road nearly bringing tears to my eyes. Ani’s family were lovely and welcoming, and after a delicious meal and a rest I was back on my feet.
The day we arrived was Mohammad’s Birthday. As part of the cellebrations each household cooked big piles of food – rice topped with side dishes, covered with a banana leaf and topped again with fresh fruit. We first went to eat with Ani’s extended family. I tried not to eat too much, and just as well because immediately afterwards we headed to the village cellebration, where yet more food mountains were on offer. The men were seated in chairs in front of a small stage, whilst the women sat on the ground, facing the men. Everyone was very excited to meet the newest bule and I spent a significant amount of time posing for photos.
Over the next couple days Ani and I had a look around her village and the nearest town of Lumajang. My face got sore from smiling for the camera, and my stomach got bigger from all the delicious food and sweets that I ate. All in all it was a lovely experience – everyone made me feel welcome and were keen to chat. The only horrible bit was the slow, stuffy, cramped, four hour bus and one hour bike ride back home. Exhausting!