A Traditional Weave
We went to Cecer Village to see the whip dance. While we were there we wandered in and out of various homes. This weaver was working hard in one of them. Her loom was modest, but she produced their traditional clothing quickly.
Cecer is home to many people in the Manggarai tribe. The village elders work hard to maintain the tribe’s traditional way of life. The weaving and wearing of a tube of cloth which is treated as a skirt is part of it.
Both men and women wear this tube. The women wear it long with the excess fabric pulled tight around the waist and tied. The men might wear it long or short and roll the waist.
What Gives?
I’m busy with work. I’m going to lay off the blogging for a few days. I’ll visit everyone who comments, but won’t post until next Monday.
Suzie’s House 478 : Poetic License
”It’s good. Right?” Miranda leaned back in her ergonomic office chair and smiled.
“Yeah. It’s good.” Her colleague pursed his lips and nodded. “It’s pretty slick the way you get the lyrics to match up with the shot of the car driving off the lot.”
Miranda beamed. She was proud of herself not only for her artistic efforts on this particular ad, but for the way she’d been able to use Malaprop songs with her biggest account. Everything was finally coming together just the way it should.
Pink Beach
After wandering around on Komodo Island, searching for dragons, we hopped on the boat and puttered around to a beach. The beach in question is just down the way from the docks to the preserve – on Komodo Island.
Come Hll or High Water
Old Man Matheson put on his galoshes in the mudroom.
“Are you crazy?” His daughter hovered over him, wringing her hands. “Do you have any idea what it’s like out there?”
“If I let a little bit of weather stop me, I’ll never get any exercise. It’s now or never.” He heaved to his feet.
“A little weather?”
He opened the door, then stopped. The front yard was completely under water.
“That isn’t weather. That’s a hurricane!” His daughter pointed at the rising waters. “Now close the door!”
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: © CEAyr
Komodo
There is a dragon in this picture. See him? He’s right out front! Still don’t? That’s pretty much the story of our visit to Komodo National Park. Well, partly.
Suzie’s House 477 : The Parts Vs The Whole
Emma clung to the microphone as the other members of her band came into the studio. The glass between the studio and the sound room wasn’t really a two way mirror, but it was definitely easier to see into the studio than to see into the sound room. Everyone had looked like shadows through the glass.
Indonesian Chicken
It seems every place I have gone that had handy access to an ocean has included a steady diet of chicken. Yeah, chicken.
Fish, too, of course, but I expect fish. In Belize and Mexico the chicken surprised me. By the time I hit Indonesia, I half way expected it.
In the other places, I didn’t see very many chickens roaming around. In Indonesia they were everywhere. Well, everywhere except places like Komodo Island. I get the feeling they don’t live long there.
Working Conditions
“This way.” Ken jangled the keys as he walked through the storage unit.
“You expect me to organize your storage unit for minimum wage?” Marge scowled. Her boss never knew where to draw the line. “I expect hazard pay.”
“No, no, no. It’ll be easy. We’ll just slip in and grab the box of files then head back to the office. See, I’ve got this new shelving system…” He unlocked a unit and rolled up the door.
A tower of beer cans, a trophy moose head, some tackle, and parts from a motorcycle all cascaded into the hall.
“We just need to set it up.”
The Challenge: Write a story in 100 words or less
The Hub: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
The Photo Credit: Amy Reese
Open Market and Hospitality in Flores
Flores’s main claim to fame is its proximity to Komodo Island. It’s the closest place with suitable accommodations, and thus is considered a gateway to Komodo National Park. The island itself is very long and thin, running almost exactly east-west. It is essentially the ridge of a mountain range. That means there is precious little in the way of flat spots, and the roads are all very twisty.
Suzie’s House 476 : Non-confrontational
“What are you doing?” Miranda looked from Blind Pete to the rest of the band. Only the singer stood in the studio in front of a microphone. “No wonder you’re so badly over budget! All of you need to get in there and record it all in one go!”
Every face turned her way. Not one of them looked happy to see her.
Dinner on the Docks
This particular travel company expects people to provide their own meals about half a dozen times through the course of a three week trip. This gives people a chance to explore on their own. Sometimes my mother and I opt to hang out in our room enjoying some down time and munching on whatever we might have brought with us. Cliff bars work quite well for this.
While in Flores, we had two such nights, but our guides offered to take anyone interested down to the docks to eat. This turned out to be one of the best meals along the way.
