My move to Indonesia for the job in Jakarta that I mentioned in my last post Risk Disguised as Luck came at a perfect time. The three-month job contract coincided exactly with the new three-month term at school. I took a leave of absence from my doctoral program in psychology for one term.
I was determined that the temporary move to Indonesia would get this bug out of my system. Then I could return to my psych program for the very next term and continue on my way to becoming a clinical psychologist!
Obviously, you already know that those plans changed. But at least I’d been able to accept the job while still keeping my eye on the long-term goal to become a psychologist. This idea had become less and less attractive over the previous several months, but I wasn't willing to give up on it yet.
Several of my friends thought I was out of my mind to interrupt my studies to move to Indonesia, a country that many Americans had never heard of in 1982. Some friends even accused me of abandoning them, but I was off on a new adventure.
My planned one-month vacation to Mexico over the Christmas/New Year holidays needed to change. My new employer wanted me in Jakarta, capital of Indonesia, on Christmas Eve. Seemed strange to me, but what did I know? Since Indonesia was far more exotic than Mexico, I didn’t mind making the change. Let the adventure begin!
The Move to Indonesia
My Pan Am flight departed Chicago on December 22 and arrived in Jakarta on December 24. I was so excited to move to Indonesia that I hardly slept the whole way there. I can’t even begin to explain how unusual that was for me. When I get into any kind of moving vehicle, I’m usually out like a light. I slept through half of Europe years earlier because I couldn’t stay awake in the car.
On the flight, I sat next to an American lady who lived in Singapore, which is just an hour and a half by air from Jakarta. In addition, she had once lived in Indonesia, so I asked her question after question.
She probably wanted to sleep, but I didn’t give her the chance. The content of that conversation totally escapes me now. All I know is that I arrived in Jakarta with the worst case of jet lag ever.
19th-century British naturalist Alfred Wallace proclaimed Java to be 'undoubtedly the most fertile, the most productive and the most populous island within the tropics.'
An American that I’d soon be working with picked me up at the airport and promised me a great Christmas Day. All the American employees would get together to celebrate. But he wondered why I arrived on Christmas Eve! It seemed that he actually thought I was the one who had insisted that I move to Indonesia on that date. He was even more dumbfounded when he realized it was the head office that had scheduled my move to Indonesia.
The local Jakarta office was closed till after New Year. The Chicago office shouldn’t have sent me until January. As a result of the lack of communication between the local Jakarta office and the head office in Chicago, I had 10 days with nothing to do.
My new colleague dropped me at the hotel that would be my home for the next 10 days. At least I wouldn’t be spending Christmas alone. The following morning, a couple of my new colleagues picked me up to go to one of their homes. When we arrived, almost everyone was well on their way to being drunk at 10 in the morning. What had I gotten myself into?
I soon found out that drinking was a fairly common problem among expats, not just in Indonesia. I suppose covering that topic would need a post all to itself.
Then later in the afternoon on Christmas Day, my colleagues dropped me back at the hotel. I didn’t see anyone from work again until the office opened 10 days later. That would normally have been just fine with me – several days on my own to explore my new environment. What a stroke of luck! But it didn’t turn out that way.
Unfortunately, the Americans that I met on Christmas told me that I should never go out on my own. They said Jakarta wasn’t safe for an American woman alone. This was totally against my usual style, but I knew nothing about Jakarta or Indonesia. I didn’t have a guide book and hadn’t had time to do any real research since the whole move was so spontaneous. Remember, this was before internet days.
I figured that they must know what they were talking about since they’d actually been living in the city for some time. But no one offered to show me around or help me get acclimated to my new environment. Either they weren’t a friendly group, or maybe they just didn’t like me.
This kind of behavior is not typical of expats, but I didn’t know that yet. I’d always been very independent, so in looking back, I might have come across as someone who didn’t need anyone to show her around. I remember being very sleepy. They probably thought I was just a very boring person.
The Worst Jet Lag
Besides the advice not to go out on my own, my hotel was not in an easily walkable area. The end result was 10 days in the hotel with jet lag that I couldn’t conquer. At 2 am, I couldn’t sleep. And at 2 pm, I couldn’t stay awake.
The lack of routine meant that I couldn’t get over my jet lag. If I’d had a job to go to, I’d have had to stay awake during the day, and I’d have adjusted much more quickly. But that wasn’t the case.
Another problem was that I’d arrived with hardly any money. I’d been a student living on a shoestring and had just spent all my extra money on a two-week Mexican vacation. If I’d been a bit smarter, I’d have asked the head office in Chicago for an advance on my salary for my move to Indonesia. But hindsight, as they say, is 20-20.
In any case, I didn’t have money to be a typical sightseer even if I’d wanted to ignore the advice not to go out on my own. As a result, I wasn’t going out sightseeing during the day, and so I just couldn’t force myself to stay awake for a whole day, thereby making it possible to sleep at night.
It wasn’t until I finally started working and had to stay awake all day that I finally recovered from that jet lag. I vowed that I would never let myself become jet lagged like that again – and I haven’t. Since that time, I always sleep on the plane. That’s my natural inclination anyhow.
Regarding the advice from my colleagues not to go out alone – what terrible advice! Jakarta is far safer than any city in the U.S. I wasted those 10 days, but I soon made up for it. Before long, I knew Jakarta very well – better than many locals!
And in the process, I learned a very valuable lesson – to rely on my own instincts even when they go against what supposed experts are telling me.