The Hunt for a Maluku Language Book
August 24th started with a wide-open schedule. I figured it was the perfect day to hunt for a book to study the local Maluku language, so I headed out into the city.
First stop: a stylish local cafe to strategize. I got an Iced Americano for just 20,000 rupiah (about $1.30 USD). Seriously, how is it this cheap!? The quality was absolutely insane for the price, and it was exactly what I needed to kickstart my day.
Next, I hit up a bookstore—or Toko Buku in Indonesian. Unfortunately, I could only find basic school textbooks meant for elementary and middle schoolers. A bit of a bummer, but I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I'll track something down before I leave Ambon.
My Go-To Street Stall and the Magic of Tempe
For lunch, I headed back to my regular street stall (warung) right in front of my hotel. I ordered my absolute favorite: Nasi Ikan (rice and fish).
Whenever you order fish here, they kindly serve it with a delicious side soup. The best part? The fish changes in size and shape depending on the day, keeping things fresh and authentic! This huge, satisfying meal set me back only 20,000 rupiah (about $1.30 USD).
Oh, and I have to talk about Tempe! It's basically the Indonesian version of natto (fermented soybeans), but without any of the strong smell or sliminess. It has a firm texture, almost like a pressed oatmeal block. It's packed with protein, low in calories, and super healthy. I'm completely obsessed with it!
Bridging the Language Gap with Local Kids
While I was chilling at the stall, a bunch of local kids suddenly started gathering around the area. It turned out to be a local Christian study group or meetup of some sort.
Even though my Indonesian is super limited, I just went ahead and joined their circle! The kids were so incredibly sweet—they even offered me a Mentos candy with huge smiles on their faces.
I might only pick up a word here and there, but I truly believe that just stepping in and being part of the group shows that I genuinely want to learn about their culture. It's moments like this that remind me how a welcoming attitude can easily break down any language barrier.
Before I left, some locals tipped me off about a traditional music and dance festival happening deep in the forest tomorrow. You bet I'm going!
