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The  jamu  gendong,  who  makes  her  jamu  and  sells  it  directly  to  the

               customer,  is  a  familiar  sight  on  the  streets  of  Indonesia.  It  is  she,  more  than
               anyone else, who brings jamu to the consumer. She sets out early in the morning
               armed with the tools of her trade: a pail, two glasses and a large basket of bottles
               of  ready-to-drink  jamu  tied  on  her  back  with  a  long  strip  of  batik.  When  the
               bottles are full in the morning, she often carries well over 22 kg (44 lbs). The
               pail is filled with water for rinsing her dirty glasses and contains a slice of lime
               to remove the lingering smell of jamu. She walks from door to door selling the
               freshly made herbal tonics and medicines for which her country is famous.
                     By tradition, an even number of bottles in a jamu seller’s basket means she
               is  married;  an  odd  number  shows  she  is  still  single.  The  older,  heavy  glass
               bottles are highly prized because they are no longer available. They are passed

               from one seller to another and are now rarely seen outside the villages of Central
               Java.  The  modern  alternative  is  a  square  Johnny  Walker  bottle  or  a  plastic
               mineral water bottle; the latter is frowned upon by purists as it is impossible to
               sterilize them with boiling water.





                                                       MAGICAL POWERS


                     Even the most educated Indonesians have a healthy respect for the paranormal. Alan, a lecturer in
                     Engineering at Ambon University, says he is usually somewhat sceptical about such matters—but has
                     witnessed a “curse” and cure in his home town countless times.
                           A river runs in front of the family house in Ambon where locals are welcome to bathe. But if
                     an outsider decides to swim there, he is guaranteed to leave the water with a swollen face and nasty
                     rash covering his body. It has all the makings of a black magic curse.
                           However, when Alan’s great grandfather administers an antidote that looks to be no more than
                     a  glass  of  water,  the  culprit  is  cured  immediately.  Doctors,  on  the  other  hand,  are  baffled  by  the
                     condition. The antidote is a secret, but Alan says it will pass to the most senior member of the family
                     when  his  great  grandfather  dies.  “The  curse  must  be  pretty  strong,”  says  our  cynical  friend,
                     “Otherwise  doctors  would  be  able  to  deal  with  it.  In  these  circumstances,  a  healer  must  be  very
                     powerful to handle such a situation, otherwise the black magic can have a boomerang effect.”







                                                       A TIP FOR DRIVERS

                     Taxi drivers worldwide are expert on handing out gratuitous advice and Jakarta is no exception. The
                     capital’s  taxi  drivers  come  from  every  corner  of  the  archipelago  and  share  their  culture  with
                     enthusiasm.
                           Pak Agus from Yogyakarta held forth at length and was able to offer the following advice:
                     “Jakarta’s  horrendous  traffic  jams  mean  we  drivers  suffer  from  above  average  stress—it’s  either
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