Jakarta's famous traffic jams (macet).
I have an admission to make to the wider blog readers. I have, in quite a few emails to friends and family at home, called Jakarta “a great big stinky poo-hole”.
Clearly, at the time, I was in a bad mood, acting out like a small child.
It is big, and kinda stinky. And there are lots of poo-holes around the city. And I've been sick, and that never puts one in the right frame of mind for dealing with adversity. I also ended up here so quickly I didn't have any time to process, or research, what I was getting myself in for.
But, I've been here for a month now, and it’s growing on me. I think, now that Ramadan is over, it’s got a bit more energy back. And now that I have recovered from my latest bout of illness, I have a bit more energy back to deal with its ups and downs with some good humour.
There are lots of things that don’t work here and that are frustrating. And I’m sure there will be many, many more times that I put my head in my hands and wonder why I left sunny, stunningly gorgeous and relatively functioning Sydney and all my beautiful people there (especially during Good Food Month! What was I thinking!).
But something put it in to perspective for me this week, and that seeing the recently released liveability rankings for cities around the world. Sydney is the equal-ninth best city to live in the world. Even better than London (which we all know I love), Paris (which I also love), Barcelona (which I want to move to), Budapest (which I love) and New York (which I have been told I would love).
Jakarta came in at 146.
That means there are 136 cities in the world which would have still been harder to endure than Sydney, but easier to endure than Jakarta.
So, living in this city is a challenge. That's just a fact, and I'm just going to have to deal with it and make the best out this opportunity that I can.