Some pictures

Would that these were in some particular order, but I cannot spend my evening here in Salatiga trying to figure out how to arrange the photo on a very clumsy interface. So never mind. They are here, anyway.

Umi's family, on a walk we took up the little mountain that's right in their backyard, almost.

The lunch the teachers from the school around the corner from Umi brought me over to eat. It was really good. 

The school around the corner from Umi's house that she helped create as a volunteer project. That's one of the  6 banners with my name in it in East Java and Madura, future table cloths, all, except the one with the mosque on it that I am bringing home.

Ibu Umi's house, with a mango tree in the front yard that is only 17 years old. 

The salt farm in Madura.

Here's one of the Sulphur miners hauling down a load. They also try to sell you little turtles carved out of sulphur, which are pretty cool actually.

The crater at Kanah Ijen, where they mine sulphur. You can see the men down there, tiny, getting it out. They carry about  65-75 kilos at a time, about 1 kilometer up from the crater and 3 down. They make very good money by local standards, but it's absurdly difficult work, and outrageously unhealthy.

View of the boats, after all the action, from above, near where the monkey charged me. The giant monkey. The giant angry  monkey with super huge sharp teeth.

The catch from the night. The tiny white fish are used to make tirasi, the ubiquitous shrimp paste of Indonesia - one tesspoon would last me 10 years, but in minuscule amounts it's okay in sambal.

The boats up close - they are super colorful and highly decorated.

The ships returning early Saturday morning

Meka (in red) and Egypt, sleeping

This is the fisherman who I visited with in the night, after they came back the next morning. He taught me the word for "fisherman" in Indonesian: "nalayan."

Pak Alvian (Al) and Ibu Umi, on their front porch

Bu Umi at the radio studio before our interview on Radio Republica Indonesia