Question: How many people does it take to get a bule to the Ramayana Ballet?
Answer: Seven.
1. One stranger who picks the walking bule up on the street and drives her to the bus stop on a motorbike, saving the bule a 20 minute walk when she was already late (jam karat), and also invites the bule to visit her NGO sometime, a German development organization not far from where the bule lives. Networking!
2. One stranger on the bus who distracts the bule with an invitation to speak at the senior high school where she is a Sociology teacher, enough that the bule misses the Terminal bus line transfer point. (“So do any of your students speak English?” “……No, not really.” Uh oh.)
3. Another stranger to help the bule navigate a brand-new bus line, resulting in bule missing the chance to grab a ride on a friend’s motorbike, but that’s okay, the new bus “goes straight to Prambanan Temple!”
4-5. Once at “Prambanan,” two British tourists who allow bule to walk along with them on the dark street to the Ramayana Ballet. Bule had assumed that the “Prambanan” bus stop meant really, truly Prambanan, the same way the DC metro stop Chinatown really, truly means Chinatown. Rookie mistake! Luckily the British four-day tourists know their way around Jogja better than the bule.
6-7. Two wonderful French students who invited the bule to the ballet with them in the first place, arranged a ticket sale in advance, and provided good company and a motor ride back home after the public buses stopped running at 10pm.
Key vocab: Bule (“boo-lay”) is the Indonesian word for “albino,” and has come to be an unoffensive word for any white person, or any foreigner I think. e.g.: There were a whole lot of bules at the Ramayana ballet tonight.
Verdict: Beautiful Javanese dancing and gamelan music outdoors at the base of a must-see 7th century Hindu temple, unexpected networking opportunities, Bahasa Indonesia AND French practice, and the chance to make new friends — yes, please!