My work took me to the island of Nias, off the coast of Sumatra. This is one of the more remote and poorer parts of Indonesia, and close to the epicenter of the earthquake which caused the tsunami. I fortunately also got a chance to travel round the island.
Village
Nias is also famous as a surf destination
The Wave
Traditional Houses (Styled after boats)
Traditional Houses (made without any nails)
Traditional Houses (no longer built, because they require too much wood to build)
The Big House (where the Chief lives)
Boar jaws from a feast (they’re not Muslim here!)
Traditional Artifacts
Town Square
Funeral Ceremony
Traditional Coffin
Stone for jumping over (For scale, I’m 1.92m)
Training staff to use the Supply Chain Management Database (I was actually there to do some work)
Stone jumping was a traditional method of of training warriors for battle, which has become a modern method of extracting money from tourists (about $10 for a jump).
I was impressed by the town square, as it provided a large public space for the community. The historical reason for this space isn’t so pleasant – it was used to gather the troops before battle. I wonder How many public spaces around the worrld eixst because of such militaristic orgins?
Of all the things which I did in Banda Aceh, none of them gave me as much satisfaction as the regular Yoga and Dal nights I organized. Every Tuesday night I had a reason to leave the office on time, race home, cook a pot full of dal (with some assistance this later expanded to include chapatti, raita, chai and occasionally gulab jamun ). Once the food was ready, I would lead a yoga class for anyone who wanted to come. There was normally a class of about 6-12 people and it once got up to 17, with people overflowing into the kitchen. Although I’m not a qualified yoga teacher, I’ve been doing it for about 7 years, and people seemed happy. After the class we would hang out and eat dal together. (which is perhaps the reason some people came!)
Regardless of whatever frustrations I was having at work, things not going according to plan, or generally feeling like I wasn’t making a difference, I knew that on Tuesday night I would be able to teach yoga to a group a people and feed them some good food – and I knew that, in my own small way, I was contributing . It was my small effort of community building in Banda Aceh.
Freddies Resort (officially named Santai Simur Tiga) on Sabang, the ultimate weekend get-away spot from Banda Aceh and venue of a number of Yoga Retreats which I organized.