Jakarta Bound is a travelogue about life in one of the largest and most densely populated cities in South East Asia.
As we pulled out onto Daan Mogot and passed the Indosair busway stop where I had been taking the bus to work every day, I couldn’t help but smile.
The bike continued up the highway, past the KFC on the corner of the street that led to Centro City Aparthotel and up toward the crossroads where it did a u-turn to head back in the opposite direction. We passed the Ibis, which was now on the left, and headed back up toward the Indosair busway stop. Just before we reached the bus stop, we turned left to go down a dirt road that led to a group of large warehouses. This was where we stopped.
As I handed the ojek driver 10000 IDR and thanked him, he possibly wondered why I was sniggering and shaking my head. He couldn’t have known that I had been trying to find out where this letter was for the last three weeks. And he couldn’t have known that the depot I had just spent the best part of the last couple of hours trying to find was just across the road and a couple of minutes away from the apartment building where I had been staying for the last month; the apartment building I had left that very day. I knew he couldn’t have known any of those things and the irony was not lost on me. Perhaps a couple of weeks ago I would have been angry, but today I was just glad that I’d moved out of that shitty apartment and I was finally going to get my letter, fill out the form inside, send it back home and hopefully get those wages I was owed.
Getting the parcel took some time. The depot was like – well it was like what you would imagine a depot in a developing country would be like, slow. I was sent from one warehouse building to another where stacks of parcels of all sizes from all over the world were bundled in corners and piled up against walls. I gave my address and tracking number to three different members of staff who typed details into old computers, walked off with pieces of paper, returned with pieces of paper, until after about 20 minutes a lady took me over to a storage area where her colleague held up my jiffy bag with my address on it, but no name! – ‘Lois!’ I thought. No wonder they had taken so long finding it, but find it they had and I was pleased.
City had got a 4-2 result at Hull at the weekend, I had a new apartment, a new housemate and I’d even had word from the estate agent back home that they had found tenants for my property and they were due to move in at the end of the week. And once I will have sent off my form and the auditors will have processed it, I will get the wages owing to me from my previous job and have money in the bank again. It really did feel like things were finally starting to come together. With this renewed enthusiasm, I decided to go to Hero and buy some shopping, fill the fridge, then spend the rest of the sunny day lounging around my new pool. Jakarta didn’t have me licked yet.