Bazar and bule...

This morning Hannah and I went to a tiny bazar that originally promised food, jewelry, fabrics etc. The bazar was rescheduled from a different day so we were unsure of what to expect but hoping to find some hand-carved sculptures. We got there and it was all food products. Fresh food consisting of bananas, eggs, garlic, nuts, fruit, fish, calamari, prawns and crab. I am still learning (or unable to retain) the names of some things so I am omitting them on the side of caution. I am sure Mike would appreciate me being more audacious when it comes to food and I am sure he would love to try the crab and fresh prawns but my adventurous spirit (and belly) just aren't quite conditioned yet.
Hannah was a little overwhelmed by the fish and disappointed by there not being any sculptures but woe is life. We looked around a little bit but it was obvious by some women there that we (I) was not exactly welcome. I am (we are), what the Indonesians call, a Bule. Bule means Albino in Indonesian and it can also carry somewhat of a racial connotation. However, if I have learned anything thus far is there will always be good with the bad and I (we) just have to muster through it (applies to everyone everywhere). I bought some fresh garlic and very excited to cook with it- what I will cook is the question but none the less excited. As we were checking out the woman who put the bazar together and the gal helping her gave me and Hannah a sweet smile and the negative Bule cloud diminished like the clouds that come and go here on the jungle mountainside of Tembagapura. As I am writing this and all my blogs the struggle for me to be politically correct is needlelike. All that I feel and perceive is real- they are my real emotions and perceptions. However, the actual legitimacy to said emotions and perceptions given from the Indonesians or other cultures maybe different. I have found that some cultures here aren't really all that considerate- it's not that they're being rude it's just not in their culture- like holding doors for each other, standing in line or waiting their turn etc. So this Bule may or may not be such a Bule- eh confusing, right!? Either way my role here is to be a good, kind person and emanate as much of that as possible and accept the uncontrollables as what they are. So we continue on in this crazy, one-of-a-kind place...
Here are some pics from the Bazar...