Author: Fred Hoyt
An incredible day across Indonesia
Jakarta
Indonesia has over 17,000 islands (over 5,000 unnamed, so if you want to buy me a present….) and 34 provinces—and, believe it or not, we visited over 5 of them, from Aceh to Papua in 3 hours today. All without leaving Jakarta.
Let me explain. Jakarta has a park, developed in the 1970s, which is over 600 acres and houses (literally) houses from all 34 provinces, giving an indication of the human diversity in a land characterized by biodiversity. The Kampungs (a Malay word for village) are representative of the housing in those provinces, and the employees are usually from those provinces, knowledgeable about the cultural mores of the area, and selling handicrafts from that area. It’s reminiscent of Lincoln’s New Salem, Epcot, or the Suwon village in Korea.
We visited Aceh, which is the northernmost province, on Sumatra, across from Malacca. Strongly Muslim, it follows shariah law, and for many years was in rebellion against the central government. The tsunami hit pretty hard, and I don’t know whether or not it was causation or correlation, but the rebels signed a truce in 2005, the year after the tsunami, and it’s been pretty peaceful. Most of the villages had a palace for the ruling Sultan (the Muslim rulers), with elaborate dress, and homes and outbuildings, and even school/mosques. A few were original; I think it was Aceh that built homes on stilts (most were on stilts because it’s cooler, protects you from animals (and lets animals live underneath), but without nails for removing and rebuilding easily. At the other end of the archipelago, Papua has headhunters, and there was a house that held the shrunken heads. It does make it astonishing that the Republic of Indonesia has been able to be a nation. One of our hosts told us, in fact, the United Nations has asked the Indonesia Army to do the peacekeeping missions because of its ability to have internal harmony.
This evening, my roommate and I found what purports to be (and was) one of the best Indonesian restaurants in Jakarta. It’s only about 3 long blocks from our hotel, but so many of our meals have been at malls that I was eager to get at least one “good meal.” And it was—free range chicken served west Javanese style on a banana leaf, with coconut and lemon grass rice….yum. Did I tell you I loved the food here. Even the durian brule for dessert.
We move tomorrow morning to Surabaya, the second biggest city in Indonesia, less than a quarter the size of Jakarta. I bet I can find good food there, too.
The new and the old were on display today
Jakarta
The first time I took Mrs. Hoyt to Shanghai, we were having dinner in the old Sassoon Hotel along the Bund, and she noted, “Foreigners built as though they were going to stay forever; only the buildings have remained.” That’s as true of Batavia—er, Jakarta—as it is of Shanghai, though to a much lesser degree.
In the morning, we went to one of those old buildings, a Doric columned old Dutch government office building that screams “Power.” Built to house the Javanese bank (the bank that furnished the financial wherewithal that brought the spices—pepper constitutes 20% of the world’s spice trade even today—to enrich the Dutch, it became the National Bank—and today houses a museum displaying both the history of Indonesian economy, and a numismatic approach to its history. I liked both aspects, partly because of the information it contained; the VOC—the Dutch East India company, with its 17 Dutch masters, pictured on the Dutch master’s cigars—went bankrupt during the Napoleonic Wars, and in fact the British under Sir Stafford Raffles, he who founded Singapore, seized the Dutch East Indies and held them until 1815, when, as part of the Congress of Vienna, they went back to the Dutch; the Islands fell to the Japanese in 3 days (2000 miles long, over 17,000 islands) because the Japanese had placed spies in the major cities; and the crisis of 1997 brought a sobriety to the fiscal system that continues today. The building had some fine art deco touches, and, speaking of touches, we got to touch a gold bar, all 13.5 kg of it.
From the museum, we went to the “New” Indonesia, the Lippo group, one of the major Chinese conglomerates that dominate the economy, for a presentation on its operations. The Lippo group is into a variety of businesses (as are so many of the large Chinese companies), including hospitals, property, media, and education. As explained to us, the company has worked out a pattern that will target middle-class families by building schools, hospitals, and malls (it owns or operates 25% of existing malls in Indonesia), followed by the housing. The company sort of builds to order; it announces it is going to build, gathers advance orders (paid in advance), and when it has sufficient funds to cover the construction costs (and as our host explained, cover the cost of the bribes), they build. The current developments are in the Jakarta area, but they are focusing on second- and third-tier cities, such as Samaridan, Kalimantan, where the average income is $16, 500, because it is a mining community, and the raw materials are being purchased by the Chinese, Japanese, and Koreans right now. I should point out that the company also owns funeral homes, making its coverage, as our host explained, from cradle to grave. Given the shortage of good schools and good hospitals, and the fondness of the Indonesians for shopping, the construction of “towns” seems like a good idea. One other item in its portfolio—the Lippo group (one of its leaders, James Reddy, was implicated in a corruption charge—he gave the Clinton campaign what were illegal contributions, as I recall) has a university—with a difference. UPH is a fairly new university on Lippo property that has 7,000 mostly Chinese Catholic students (a rarity in this Muslim predominant country). The head of the group gives required lectures weekly, but the facilities are wondrous, including an archway that proclaims, ‘With God, anything is possible.” One of our participants, a Chinese Indonesian, pointed out that it wasn’t until the 1990s that Chinese were allowed to celebrate the Chinese new year in public, or even to have Chinese names.
The other session today was put on by members of the International Society for Sustainability Professionals, an NGO that was formed in 2012 to help educate people (and businesses) about the need for sustainability. One of their emphases was forests, which was interesting because Indonesia has the second largest forests in the world, and the management of them has been a real challenge. Part of the challenge comes from the use of natural resources to raise the population out of poverty. Over 100 million live on $2 a day or less, which is certainly a sobering fact that should inform everyone who visits Indonesia that the malls (and do they have good food!) cater to a growing middle class but in a society that is still bimodal. Ironically, last week, my Scouts were at Trees for Tomorrow, which the newspaper companies in Wisconsin started to build awareness of the need to replant trees, I still believe that the answer will have to include an enlightened business community at least as much as a concerned government. My roommate, a Dean of a Business School, told me that the accrediting body for business schools in the U.S. has mandated curricula additions dealing with sustainability and corporate social responsibility, perhaps allowing the students we reach to help be part of the solution. I certainly hope that more than Scouts are thrifty with scarce resources.
The 2 ½ ride the 28 km back to our hotel was also about the new—the lack of infrastructure, or at least the proliferation of automobiles.
Then to dinner at a mall. If you want to find out why I love Indonesian food (and it is hard to find in the U.S.), find somewhere that serves coconut rice. That would be a nice start.
Where did January 1 go?
If you’ve ever wondered where a day went, there’s an easy answer if you are flying west—and a long distance. I lost January 1, partly because I spent 32 hours getting to Jakarta; and in crossing the dateline, lost a day (that I’ll get back when I return). The result was I missed the games that I wanted to see, but since they came out wrong, it’s just as well that all I could do was read about them online.
I’m in Jakarta, the capital of the largest country no one knows much about— Indonesia’s population is around 250 million, about 10 million of whom are jostling with me for space on the streets of the capital. It is about 85% Muslim, but describes itself as a Muslim-majority country, not a Muslim country like Malaysia. The laws are secular; for example, alcohol is available.
As I remembered from the only other time I was here (1997), Jakarta was born under the Dutch, who ruled from the 18th century—as I recall, the British exchanged Bencoolen for Malacca in the aftermath of the Napoleonic wars—until after World War II; the Indonesians declared independence in 1945, the Dutch waged a bitter war of reconquest until 1949, but recently acknowledged that the civil war was officially over in 1945). Jakarta has broad streets, lots of skyscrapers, and the juxtaposition of those skyscrapers with shacks and shanties that is typical of most developing countries. As an example, there’s a gaping unfinished project out my window—one that may never be finished.
On our site visit to the U.S. consular service today, we had a panel that brought me up to date on what happened here after 1997, when the Asian economies collapsed (the rupiah dropped to 1/6th of its pre-crisis value). The Suharto dynasty had just been toppled. In fact, there were folks who described Indonesia as potentially an “Asian Yugoslavia”—a potential candidate to fracture; even today, of the thousands of islands that comprise the archipelago, Java (with 60% of the population) and Sumatra (with almost 2O) constitute the two most important islands—the country spans almost 2,000 miles. At least the rebellious province of Aceh negotiated a truce a few years ago, and that was one of the last holdouts for separation.
In terms of the economy, today, Indonesia seems to have escaped the current downturn. After the economy tanked in 1997, and got bailed out by the International Monetary Fund, growth has been steady at 6-8% for the past decade. Part of the stimulus comes from the rest of Asia, which hungers for the commodities (oil, gas, palm oil, etc.) that are so well distributed here. Trade has come more from the region than from the U.S.; U.S. trade with Indonesia is about $10b, which is less than U.S. trade with the 6 million people in Singapore. Interestingly, one area where the U.S. has made an impact is in aviation; Lion Air recently signed the largest Boeing contract ever! Part of the stimulus came from cleaning up the financial structure—the banks got slapped, and the kind of mortgage repackaging that almost toppled US banks barely tickled Indonesia. The upshot is that the per capita has reached something close to $4,000.
I was here for the first election in Indonesia since the Suharto family came to power. It was hard to see where it would go at the time. The military had been a force in politics (partly the residue of that civil war in the late ’40s). What happened is that Indonesia has become the 3rd largest democracy in the world. Subordinating the military for defense rather than king-making in politics has put Indonesia in position to set an example and give advice to Burma and Egypt and the other “spring revolutions” in the Middle East. The local provinces, where a lot of the commodity trade has taken place, have also developed democratic institutions.
The State Department (and Commerce) speakers did point out some of the problems—the rampant corruption (an article in the Wall Street Journal this morning reported that 33% of the respondents thought they would have to bribe the police or the government officials); the lack of a successor to the current president, which has led to a lot of “playing to the crowds” for the election next year—and that has meant a lot of laws for protection of domestic businesses. One area they pointed out was laws against franchises—all franchises, not just American ones, perhaps an effort to slow the trend from traditional markets to more modern ones.
In the afternoon, though, we went to one of the “modern markets”, a six-story mall typical of what I’ve seen in Asia, and one that makes me wonder whether I’m in a developing country. It had all the stores one would find in an upscale mall in the U.S.—but much better food. Did I say I love eating here? The reason we were at the mall was to visit the equivalent of the U.S. information agency—a cultural diplomatic outreach that is the only one of its kind in the world. It’s in a mall because the target market is Indonesians 15-30, and the venture is a public-private venue cosponsored by some of America’s best known brands—Apple, Google, and Microsoft. The brainchild of a former U.S. Ambassador to Indonesia, atAmerica (or @America) is a high-tech (and high-security) museum/exhibit hall/entertainment center. According to the director, they hosted 50,000 students and 260,000 visitors at 1,300 events, including rock concerts, comic book groups, etc. A far cry from the days when Voice of America broadcast the truth across the Iron Curtain! With 60% of the Indonesian population under 30, that group might well be one worth reaching. And like all “best practices” I can only wonder why this model isn’t being duplicated around the world. It’s a lot more attractive, I would think, than the old U.S. information libraries that attempt to win friends and influence people.
I’m glad I did not lose THIS day! Did I mention I love the food?
A delightful add on in Athens
Ephesus
August 3, 2012
Yesterday’s highlight was Ephesus, a city that from around the time of
Alexander until the Mediterranean silted and “moved” the harbor two miles away (600 years later) was one of the great cities of the ancient
world. It’s certainly one of the great ruins today, with plumbing (a
communal toilet and sewer system) that medieval Europe would have envied. It was reputedly the place where Mary spent her last years and is buried. The 25000 seat theater still houses events. The library is one of the most recognizable ruins of the Greek World. The city was also home to early Christian proselytizing.
An extra treat was that the port is Kusadasi, Turkey, whose bazaar is the second largest in Turkey–and after Cairo, a clean and friendly place. The
guide was quick to point out that in 1924, Ataturk, the founder of modern Turkey, created a secular Muslim state, separating Church and
State; “Turks,” she sniffed, “don’t wait for the government to do things
for them, unlike the Egyptians. You’ll notice when the stores opened,
people were cleaning the entrances themselves.”
See the Pyramids along the Nile
August 3, 2012 Retrospective in 2024
I knew we were in for a different experience when we arrived in Alexandria, Egypt. While I would have loved to spend time in that ancient city, it would have been criminal to have skipped Cairo and the pyramids if we were in Egypt. Speaking of criminals, an armed escort joined our buses and escorted us to the hotel in Cairo. What an introduction!
We stopped at the Saladin Citadel, built to protect the city from the Crusaders in 1176, but it was the seat of government for 700 years, including the reign of Mohammed Ali in the 19th century, who threw off the Ottoman yoke. Ali reconquered Egypt from the French, and founded a dynasty that ended with the overthrow of King Farouk’s son in 1953.
Cairo is a city of 22 million, but it’s really third world. Perhaps my view was colored by the garbage strike that occurred when we were there, but we were quartered in a five star hotel in sight of the pyramids. The swimming pool afforded great shots of the nearby pyramids.
We also went on a Nile cruise in the city, but the true piece de resistance is of course the pyramids of Giza. Once the tallest buildings in the world, the Pyramids have withstood weather and looting for 4,500 years. Built by slave labor to house the remains of the Pharaohs, the Pyramids have over 6 million bricks, each about 2.5 tons each, moved without much technology. In front of the Pyramid sits the enigmatic Sphinx, human head, lion body. It apparently predates the Pyramids, but supposedly looks like one of the pharaohs buried at Giza.
What was most impressive to me was that, while close to Giza (Egypt’s third largest city, behind Cairo and Alexandria), if you look West, there’s almost nothing you can see until you get to the Atlantic Ocean.
2 days in Israel
August 1, 2012
From the beginning to the end? The alpha and omega of our trip to Israel
We spent two days in Israel, which. for a boat trip, is a long time; of course, it barely scratched the surface.
Most of the time was spent following the steps of Jesus, which accounts for the alpha and the omega (the first and last letters of the Greek alphabet) in the heading. We got off the ship in Haifa, and went to Galilee, then stayed on the west bank until Jerusalem, then went to Bethlehem. Thus, we saw where Christ was born (Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem, in an area under Palestinian administration), where he grew up in Nazareth (and where Mary learned she was to bear Jesus–Annunciation), where he preached (Mount of Beatitudes), where he was betrayed, and where he was crucified (the Church of the Sepulcher, and the Via Dolorosa). I’ll have another comment, but one of the most interesting places to me was the Mount of Beatitudes, where our guide suggested Christianity began because Christ drew a crowd of 5000 who followed his preaching for the first time.
Because of the importance of Jerusalem (especially) to Judaism, and its role as the third Holy city of Islam, both their religious sites made our itinerary, too. The Wailing Wall—the remnant of the Temple area where the two great synagogues of antiquity stood—featured an evening visit during which Orthodox Jews were, ironically, mourning the destruction of both temples (the 9th day of the 9th month), as well as one during the day. As mosques point to Mecca, synagogues point to Jerusalem, and the synagogues within Jerusalem point to the Wailing Wall. Of course, since 1967 and the end of the 6 day war, all of Jerusalem is part of Israel, and the democratic/theocracy of Orthodox Jews who run the country (more or less) have stamped some of the laws—for example, our hotel had a “Sabbath elevator”; when I asked what that was, I was told it was an elevator that automatically stopped at every floor, without anyone indicating a floor, since pushing it was “work,” which is forbidden on the Sabbath for Orthodox Jews. We also stopped in a Kibbutz, which dated from the late 1930s, for a kosher meal; since we had meat dishes (the farm raises cows), we had a flavored ice desert, not ice cream.
The main Muslim site is the Church of the Rock, sacred to Muslims because that’s where Mohammed was supposed to have ascended to Heaven (and to Jews because it is where God tested Abraham by asking him to sacrifice Isaac). It is pretty much off limits to tourists, however; we were told that you have to recite the Koran to gain admittance. For many years (really until the British mandate over Palestine after World War I), Jerusalem was under Muslim rule after the fall of the Byzantine empire. The Kingdom of Jerusalem lasted about 200 years after the first crusade, rebuilding many of the churches the Muslims destroyed, but the Muslim reconquest again turned many of the churches into mosques, or destroyed them again. Hence, many of the churches on sacred sites are fairly recent constructions, though many include remnants of those built by Empress Helena (Constantine’s mother who helped him decide on the conversion of the Empire into a Christian state), and those of the crusaders.
I was a little surprised at the nature of old Jerusalem, a city of 750,000, like Israel itself, roughly 80% Jewish. A wall built by the Ottoman emperor Suleiman the Magnificent surrounds it, which you might have seen on the news because Mr. Romney was here, and walking in the old city, one goes from quarters to quarters—there’s an Armenian quarter (Armenia was the first Christian country), a Muslim quarter, and a Jewish quarter—along with ruins from the Romans, and even King David, who founded Jerusalem around 1000 BC. There was some pretty neat shopping—and it says something about the tourist mix that there were Sox, Cubs and Bulls tshirts in English—and Hebrew. At 3000 feet above the Jordan valley (which is around 1000 feet below sea level), it was a lot cooler–thankfully.
As for the Christian holy sites, their administration reflects, I think, the divisions that sometimes plague Christianity itself— there are usually three groups—Catholics (usually the Franciscans), the Greek Orthodox (you can easily tell their part of the church by the icons), and the Armenians, but sometimes others such as the Coptic Christians (of Egypt), Assyrians, etc. There’s a ladder in the Church of the Holy Sepulcher, for example, that the Armenians used until the 1870s to enter the church from an adjacent building, until a truce allowed them to use the front door like everyone else. The ladder has remained in place, however, because the three groups haven’t been able to decide who should move it. The Muslim-other position can be perhaps defined by their closing of the Dome of the Rock to nonbelievers; and the Muslim-Jewish position was suggested by our guide from the Jewish side, when he pointed out a synagogue in the old city was destroyed when the Muslims took the city; when the Jews returned, they did not destroy the mosque, but rebuilt the temple next door. And across from the Church of the Holy Sepulcher (through the checkpoint to get into Palestinian authority land) there’s not only a new mosque, but a poster of an armed Palestinian warrior with the challenge to restore and reunite….wouldn’t it be wonderful if there were peace among the religions in the holy land, as a step toward peace on Earth?
Patmos
Breaking our voyage from Dubrovnik to Haifa was a stop at the island of Patmos. With the city of Chora (and a population under 4,000) this Dodecanese island is a pilgrimage site for Greek Orthodox because it is where John of Patmos received visions of the Book of Revelations in a cave, and where he composed the Book of Revelations in the New Testament. The Monastery dates from 1088 and includes fortifications designed to thwart Turkish attacks on the island, though it fell to the Turks eventually (then to the Italians) and finally joined Greece in 1948.
Ragusa
I was looking for Ragusa
July 25-26, 2012
My contribution to our vacation (yes, David, I did become Scoutmaster because I couldn’t dictate family vacations!) was the Adriatic coast; I had wanted to explore this battleground between East and West for a long time. Carolyn, by contrast, wanted the Egypt-Israel part of this cruise. So yesterday, Ragusa, was on my bucket list.
Justifiably so. If there’s anything better than being on the ocean or touring a fort, it’s touring a fort on the ocean. Only this fort encloses the old walled city of Ragusa. When it wasn’t enduring a major earthquake (1677) flattening the city, or substantial shelling from the Yugoslav army in 1991 (the “aggressors” our guide insisted), or under someone else’s rule (early, and after 1806, when it invited Napoleon’s troops in to prevent destruction of the city, which led to it becoming part of Austria after the Congress of Vienna—1815, then part of Yugoslavia after the end of World War I, then part of Croatia after 1991), the city known then as Ragusa was an independent aristocratic republic ala Venice, which also claimed it for a time.
The result is a sun-baked old city that is under UNESCO protection for its quaint collection of buildings, relics, and above all, the wall. The city’s saint is Vlaho in Slavic, Blasius in Latin, which rather indicates we’re on the edge between the East and West, still Catholic, but with a nod to its Byzantine heritage, and a little to its Slavic ancestry as well.
Three prominent sites were part of our tour—the Franciscan and Dominican chapels and monasteries, with the oldest pharmacy in Europe (the plagues and their aftermaths were the source of many of the
churches in Europe) and the Cathedral with its relics—including gold-encased relics of St. Vlaho—his leg and arm. The star, however, was the city itself, and the prominent wall that surrounds the old city. The aqueduct system is a work of art as well, with world heritage reservoirs and fountains. The only building on the main street from the glory days of the republic was a customs house; with a portico, it gave a hint of what the city must have looked like before the earthquake of 1677—Venetian. After the earthquake, the other houses were rebuilt in a standard style, attractive, but without the frills of flamboyant Gothic and Renaissance period palaces. Interestingly, the old clock tower has a bell that rings on the hour—and three minutes later, giving a Mediterranean area comment on punctuality.
Ragusa’s claim to fame, though, was that it was a trading city, rather like Venice, but unlike Venice, sought to be neutral in war-torn Europe, rather like Switzerland with a fleet. Thus, the city had over 80 consulates at one time, and seems to have maintained good relations with Constantinople, even after that city fell into the hands of the Turks, a neutrality that lasted throughout the history of the Ragusa Republic (that is, until Napoleon ended its independence). It was the first “country” to recognize the independent United States.
If you are looking for Ragusa, you won’t find it on the maps today, though. Its name now is Dubrovnik, the entrance on this cruise to a new world—Greece and the Middle East (or part of what was called the Orient. That’s one reason why, in our hour of free time, after circumnavigating the city on the wall, I ran back to catch the Jesuit Church—probably the last chance on this trip to view a Baroque church, and one that I was told was “the best Baroque church in town.” I am now Baroque!