indi + rani = noe | kei

Death of Cliff Muntu as the tip of Plonco Culture Iceberg in Indonesia

The death of IPDN student is not surprising. In Indonesia, seniority is very much embedded into local education culture. I began to sense this when I enter junior high school, and as I moved up onto higher education in Indonesia, the sense of seniority is felt even more.

It is customary to go through rites of passage / initiation rites when one enter a new school in Indonesia, as well as entering extracurricular organizations in school. This initiation rite is governed by a basic rule that the seniors has more authority than the juniors, and that the juniors has less rights than the seniors. Oh I just found out from wikipedia that there is an English word for "plonco" and "ospek" which is "hazing". In the developed countries, hazing is considered as crime, and students involved in it are sent to jail. Wow, in this regards, Indonesia is so behind!

Let's go back to the hazing culture in Indonesia. The unwritten rules are to never question your seniors, and that the seniors always know better. And don't talk to your seniors unless they talk to you first.

 

 

       

Disappointed with Cancun

We woke up early and rush to write the entries for the travelog. Then, Indi, me and Noe went to drive around Cancun, to Zona Hotelera, because we wanted to see the beach.

 

Drive to Teotihuacan

We had to wake up early to drive to Teotihuacan.

Carlos bought a tortilla with arrachera and cheese for breakfast, it was really delicious.

On the way out of mexico we saw the recently built (about two years old) metro bus network that looks just like busway in Jakarta. They were just like in Curitiba and Jakarta, using the innermost lane (the fast lane). I have never seen the ones in Curitiba, but the ones in Mexico city was quite nicely designed. The station was built adjacent to the pedestrian crossing so there is no need to build overhead bridge to go to the stations.

Back to Mexico City

We woke up a bit late due to the late night party, and packed up to drive down to Mexico City (Ciudad de Mexico). During breakfast I confirmed with Carlos mom about the story of the Indonesian student who did not take a bath. She confirmed it, and wondered why he behaved like that. I theorized that perhaps the student has a special religious belief that requires him to not take a bath for a long time. She doubted it, and argued that most likely he is rebelling against his rough father.

Going to the Market, Mexican Style

We woke up really late near afternoon because we were all really tired after a long day of going to Guanajuato and the city Christmas fair. Carlos’s mom cooked us a big breakfast consisting tortilla with onion scrambled egg, red bean, eaten with dried chili salsa sauce and sour cream. A truly Mexican Desayuno (breakfast)!

V is for Vendetta Breakfast

We woke up quite early since Noe had woken up before us. Then Indi took a little walk around the house while I downloaded pictures into the laptop and wrote in the travelog. Later, when everybody’s up, I made a Eggy-in-the-basket breakfast (based on the V is for Vendetta movie).