Village life

After the “Official Tour” of the village by Kean, we sneaked back out to see if the footy game was still going on. Actually, there were a number of games taking place on the village green – all about 20 a side. One game was a local derby match with the neighboring village, but it had finished before we got back to the field. We sat and watched the other games going on – it was approaching dusk and everyone was still out. After about 20 seconds, every child in the village descended on us. They were full of questions and were dying to introduce themselves in English and tell us the names of all the mountains all around us. Their ages ranged from about 6 to 16. They saw my camera and asked me to take pictures of them. They were so innocent and got a real kick out of being able to see themselves on the small screen. They didn’t demand money like children do in other parts of the world. This village is relatively untouched by the outside world and we felt quite a rush just being there. We were apparently quite a novelty. They laughed hysterically at my legs. I have always been quite proud of my legs and couldn’t work out what was so funny. They took it in turns comparing their brown legs with my white ones. It’s a good job I am not sensitive or had been working on a tan! Of course, David’s height is always a great source of amusement wherever we go. Imagine being as tall as the goal post! They had never seen such a thing! They dragged him up to play football and put him in goals and took shots with a crap plastic broken football. Everytime I tried to take photos of the game, everyone would stop and run to be in the front of the picture. Soon the mosque call signified prayer time and time for everyone to go home. This evening playing with the kids turned out to be one of the most memorable times in Indonesia.