Jakarta traffic is very interesting…
There are lines on the streets that everyone ignores, sounds of horns, flashing headlights, and motorcycles is the norm…the motorcycles remind me of ants, there are thousands of them weaving in and out of traffic, when the cars actually stop at the traffic lights the bikes head to the front of the line. The most I’ve seen on this trip is four people to a bike, last trip there were five people to a bike. I’m amazed at what they carry on the bikes, car windshield, lamp shades, plus many other types of stuff…
My co-worker (Sarah) has written me a poem about the motorcycles that I call ‘ants’…
Jakarta Ants
Jakarta ants zoom down the lane.
Traffic here is such a pain!
The city streets are filled with crowds,
The noise they make- it gets so loud!
As we slide slowly along,
A lady with a baby sings us a song.
Twisting, turning, weaving about,
Zooming in. Zooming out.
When we stop, then they swarm.
Those little ants and the lines they form.
There's one! There's two! There's three! There's four!
Everywhere you look there's always more.
Our slow crawl takes at least an hour,
Breathe in, breathe out, just don't be sour.
Sit back. Relax. Enjoy the ride,
Jakarta ants on every side.
By Sarah Kuhn
There are lines on the streets that everyone ignores, sounds of horns, flashing headlights, and motorcycles is the norm…the motorcycles remind me of ants, there are thousands of them weaving in and out of traffic, when the cars actually stop at the traffic lights the bikes head to the front of the line. The most I’ve seen on this trip is four people to a bike, last trip there were five people to a bike. I’m amazed at what they carry on the bikes, car windshield, lamp shades, plus many other types of stuff…
My co-worker (Sarah) has written me a poem about the motorcycles that I call ‘ants’…
Jakarta Ants
Jakarta ants zoom down the lane.
Traffic here is such a pain!
The city streets are filled with crowds,
The noise they make- it gets so loud!
As we slide slowly along,
A lady with a baby sings us a song.
Twisting, turning, weaving about,
Zooming in. Zooming out.
When we stop, then they swarm.
Those little ants and the lines they form.
There's one! There's two! There's three! There's four!
Everywhere you look there's always more.
Our slow crawl takes at least an hour,
Breathe in, breathe out, just don't be sour.
Sit back. Relax. Enjoy the ride,
Jakarta ants on every side.
By Sarah Kuhn
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