We arrived at the ministry and, again, no one was waiting for us. But he sorted things out, and they gave us each a room: there's a hotel there under the ministry. We were put up, but then we're like, we want to eat too.
So, we went through the streets of Jakarta at night looking for street food. They have shops on wheels, well, like in Asia, every kind of rice, soup and these ... what are they called? Black things, like worms, but they're not worms. It's a plant, like a slug. It was pretty shocking for me. I was like "eww, geez, what is this?"
Then I saw huge cockroaches running around. They're everywhere in Jakarta. That was the biggest disappointment. They're like moose. They're so big, like the palm of your hand, and they're everywhere. And you know what else they do? They fly, damnit!
Only super expensive 4- or 5-star hotels have hot water. Naturally, I didn't have any in my room. You come home sweating after a night walk in hot Jakarta, you want to wash, you turn on the tap—there's only one—and the water is ice-cold. And you're like, "geez, why?"
I still don't like Jakarta. It's hot there, unbearably humid, bustling, and even worse traffic jams than in Moscow.
The next day, Muallif, an employee from the Department of External Relations at the State University of Malang came to pick us up. We flew off with him.
I liked Malang right away, because at the airport, when they drop you off, you look around and you see the mountains. Malang is cooler, +25–27°C, and it's more compact.
The Indonesian mentality is completely different, absolutely incomprehensible, at least, to me personally. In my three years there were things that I couldn't comprehend at all. Because 90% of them are Muslims, they have this ... patience, resignation, a kind of slowness. When you need to do something more quickly, they say "be patient, don't rush." And it really pisses me off.