When I went out on the more rural-area of Waikabubak to do some walking this morning an older-man strolled over from a house around and asked me what disease I’d have.
“MS – Similar to a stroke”
I said which became kind of my standard-answer on that question. He looked at me quite long and intense. Then he said: “Oh, for that we use a sirsak- and kasambi-leaves-tea. No worries.”
I don’t know each of this plants. I tried sirsak as a juice once and it tasted good but a bit sour, it felt like there was a lot of Vitamin C in it. Not especially very delicious, but not bad and probably healthy.
But I never heard of Kasambi
I googled it of course and found rarely google-entries in english. Most of the results were in Bahasa Indonesia, but what i understood it seems to be what I call a “health-bomb” meanwhile. I don’t expect sensational healing of course, but it won’t harm me and I am can’t wait to brew that tea!
He is living in Sumba since over 20 years now and I would definitely say he is more Indonesian than Austrian now. Needless to say that he is fluent in speaking Bahasa and even his thinking seems much more Indonesian than European in any way.
He has got his own small farm (11 dogs, 30 or 50 ducks, 550 pigeons and a lot of pigs) here and since “Deutsche Welle” changed their broadcasting-system from radio to internet, he is not listening to European news anymore at all.
So he’s blank and absolutely uninformed?
No. He seems to be very much informed and aware of what is going on in the world! He just doesn’t bother himself with the details anymore, which is very smart if you ask me.
Even though he is 71 years old already, he is aware about the influence of “the almighty internet” and regrets a bit not knowing or understanding it more. He’s not really ambitious to learn more about it though.
As he didn’t know Multiple Sclerosis as well, he seems a very remarkable person to me.
Waikububak is remote. Even for Indonesian people living in Sumba its quite far off the path. But still there is a foreigner here – living here for some years already. He seems to have made “80% bad experiences” here, but he somehow managed to survive and having started the 20%. That is at least what Tadir, a guy that both of us know told me and that’s basically all I know.
Well, my first times on a squat-toilet here in Sumba were quite challenging. Saying anything else would be a lie, but after some weeks now I seem to have adjusted. Its still kind of new to me, but thinking of a western standard-toilet is starting to feel strange now.
Something deep inside me even seems to appreciate it. Many scientists say squatting is the most healthy (because its the most natural) way to do ones business. Aside from that it is supported by the daily squats I included in my daily yoga and exercise-schedule and hey! I don’t know about your family, but at least my grandparents always had a small table in their bathroom to place it under their feet and help them to put their body in a more squatty position!
Well, I am not. After the second night with few/bad sleep, I was cruising through the beautiful 3rd world-jungle of the island of Sumba on the backseat of a local Ojek-driver (please note, its NOT aGo-jek-driver, it seems to be the precursor) and while I slowly started to realize that I am really knee-deep in an amazingly beautiful environment, I had a hard time not falling off that bike.