I'll just start at the beginning. The first part of our day wasn't too traumatic for us, but the cat did get a little stressed. It was finally time for the cat's first trip to see the vet and get some shots. Turns out it is a boy cat after all. The cat was pretty much freaked out by the whole experience, but now has some super clean ears. Now that we have some professional confirmation of the cat's gender we have an official name. Sapi (sah-pee), it means "cow" in Indonesian. Doesn't he look like a little cow?
After that the day got better for the cat, but has pretty much gone downhill for us. We decided to go swimming. After swimming we left the Novotel and headed home. Thinking back it does seem like everyone was staring at our car, but really, that's not unusual, we get stared at a lot. We made it about half way home when we heard a noise and saw that we had a flat tire. Like really flat, not a little low.
So we stop the car in the middle of this neighborhood.
Again everyone is staring at us.
We make a few phone calls. Exactly what does one do with a flat tire? No AAA here. No tow trucks. Just heat and humidity. Roger gets out of the car and starts to dig around in the back looking for the things one would use to change a flat tire.
No luck.
So a group of men approach us, they seem sort of nervous, we seem sort of nervous. We try to talk. No luck. So they point.
We are stopped about 20 feet away from the tire place. You know, the place where they change and fix flat tires. Praise the Lord! Maybe this won't be so bad...
They start working, we stand around and watch because that's really what we do best in situations involving manual labor.
Then it happens. Our sort of weird day goes bad.
Considering we were standing next to the car with a group of about three other men we didn't lock the car doors. And considering that these men were working on our car I didn't really thing anything about the boy I saw crawling into our backseat.
But then I saw him grab Roger's backpack and jump onto a waiting motorbike and speed away.
What!?!?! We just got robbed while standing next to our car!
We start to freak out. The people helping us start to freak out.
We look around, Roger still has his man purse with his wallet and phone, they didn't get my backpack, they didn't steal our treasured city map or our complimentary umbrellas that we received when we bought some new furniture.
Then we start to laugh, we realize what they actually got. Roger's backpack. Containing one XL pair of wet swimming trunks, a UK t-shirt, half a stick of deodorant and some goggles. Suckers.
Saw some white people, stole their stuff, ended up with a wet pair of swimming trunks.
Anyway, they patch our tire, put it back on the car, we pay about $2 for the whole ordeal and head home. A little angry, but a little tickled at the thought of some little fellow running around with some big, wet shorts on.
So we go home. We've had enough. We sit down at the kitchen table. We look to the back of the house. Roger spots them first. Little pink things near the drain. He goes to investigate. We have a collection of little rats dying near our washing machine. Like really little, no hair on their bodies or eyes yet little. Four of them and they're squealing.
We set about disposing of them. And in this case we, of course, refers to Roger. I sat at the kitchen table with my feet up off the ground. Roger swept them up into the dust pan and took them outside. But some of them were still alive. So he eliminated them. I won't elaborate except to say that it involved water and a plastic fork. Use your imagination.
We took pictures, I was going to put them on here. I almost puked when I saw the little pink things on the computer screen.
That's it. So far we have survived, but we are somewhat worried about what the rest of the day will bring for us. I mean, it's only 4:00 pm, we've got a ways to go.
And Roger no longer has a UK t-shirt. So if anyone wants to send one this way please do.
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