Toraja Funeral | Tana Toraja | Indonesia

Attending a funeral was the reason that we traveled to Toraja and we accomplished this on our second day. As in the States, Black is the funeral attire for the region but is often embellished with red (symbolizing blood) or yellow (symbolizing the power of God). Young family members of the deceased, clad in beaded traditional clothing, lined the entrance to the family tent in the center of the elaborate arena which was especially constructed for the funeral. Upon arriving at the funeral, guests were provided with refreshments and seated according to family in a numbered pavilion. Funerals are a community affair, with the family of the deceased being responsible for entertaining and feeding their neighbors for the duration of the celebration. Another group of men related to the honoree gathered in a circle to chant and sway in remembrance.

After an hour or so, the festivities got under way. The coffin was laid under a traditional boat house, which male family members hoisted up on bamboo and took for a walk through the community (in this case, down a very steep hill and back again), while female members took hold of a red cloth and led the way. Since so many men were working together to carry the sarcophagus, it became a massive game of tug of war, with the coffin at times dangling precariously close to falling over.

Guests of the funeral are obligated to bring offerings, often in the form of pigs or for the wealthier, water buffalo. Upon arriving, guests must pay a tax for the animal. As you can imagine, the volume of pigs that were brought combined with a tight space, made for a loud, pungent affair. Often, a pig, who was still bound at the ankles or around a bamboo pole, would attempt to re-position itself before failing and falling on some of the other swine, and what started as one loud oink, quickly dominoed into a chorus of miserable pigs.

Eventually, it was time for the sacrifice. A beautiful water buffalo was led into the center of the arena by his nose and tied to a tree. Having done my research, I knew what  to expect but as soon as it started, I had no idea how hard it would be to watch.

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As a man approached the creature with a gleaming machete, the atmosphere of the crowd shifted. I expected one swift movement of the blade would do him in but unfortunately for the animal, a few moments of sawing passed before he began to gush.  It was not a quick death. What struck me the most was how loud the blood flow was. The water buffalo thrashed, eyes bulging, as it came to terms with the situation. After several long minutes, he gave up and in a pool of his own blood, took his last breath. More disturbing than the slaughter was the group of children that approached the animal after he was gone. They giggled to each other in their local language before pushing one forward. That child began to play with the lifeless eyeballs in front of him, as if they were a prize won from a machine.

We witnessed this not once, but twice. The second animal that was offered was less cooperative. Due to the volatile nature of the creature, they resorted to covering his eyes to make him easier to handle.

 Once the slaughters were finished, a parade of family members walked the outskirts of the arena before settling in the family tent. Others followed and presented their gifts to the family.

Tampangallo | Tana Toraja | Indonesia

This site was more remote than the others and as a result, felt more authentic than some others that had been pillaged and rearranged over the years. Worn, wooden coffins were suspended from the ceiling, some with gaping holes from which their contents spilled. 

Baby Tree | Tana Toraja | Indonesia

A culture with such unique burial customs also has a special treatment for children. Unlike adults, who are placed inside a stone chamber, sometimes after several years, children are immediately buried within a living tree behind doors constructed out of palm leaves. Only trees with white sap, symbolizing a mother's milk, are chosen for this special task. The particular jackfruit tree that we visited was last used in 1937. A family's status determines the number of pegs that are used in sealing the door (more pegs equals higher status). Twins are also buried together, behind a double door. In contrast to the other burial sites that we visited, this place was very somber, secluded and private.

School | Indonesian Independence Day

In celebration of Indonesia's 67th year of independence, we all wore red tops and white bottoms (like the Indo flag) to school on Tuesday. We were definitely looking classy!

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We colored maps of Indonesia, labeling only the major islands (since technically there are thousands, more on that later).

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And we ate A LOT of traditional Indonesian food. It kept coming ALL day!

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To cap off the day (and keep me sane during the ensuing sugar high) I taught the kids how to play a classic: Head's Up 7up. It took a few rounds for them to catch on but they were pretty competitive by the end!

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Bogor | Indonesia

I was finally able to go on my first road trip in my new home yesterday! I had three driving buddies this time around. We drove to Bogor, which was about two hours south of here. We went to visit the Botanical Garden of Buitenzorg. It houses different plant species from all over the world. The trees in this place were incredible; some were as tall as high rise office buildings! This place is also famous for housing a species of flower commonly referred to as bunga bangkai or corpse flower because when blooming, it smells like decomposing flesh. Unfortunately this flower grows for an entire year before blooming for a solitary day. We'll have to keep an eye on it and visit again during its bloom!

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