Chilling out with the Chillun

 Courtesy of Diah R Sulistiowati

 

 Photo by Dwi Ariyogagautama

The supposed-to-be last mikrolet blew out its engine in the middle of the kampong. Everyone stepped off. Here we were stranded in the middle of some kampong and when we turned our head, its young residents flew around us. 

Mister, mister, they called us, despite the fact that we look like every Indonesian. Perhaps they called us so because most people who come there are foreign tourists. 

In an instant we made acquaintance. These chillun were just out of classroom after reciting Koran class. They entertained us while we were waiting for the next mikrolet to take us to Kalabahi. 

To my regret, I din bring along a big plastic bag of candy I left in hotel room!