Coming back home along Jalan Buyon, travelling slowly with the traffic, my bike happened upon one of these weird grooves in the road, nearly causing me to broadside with the bike travelling rather intimately on my right, navigated by two older women transporting two great bundles of vegetables. Boy, did they bitch me out! I said (in Indonesian), “Hey, don't be rude! There's a hole in the road. I saw you there, no need to scream." But they went on bitching me out anyway. Jeeze. I guess someone had a bad day. Funny, too, how the word "bule" can suddenly change from being a fairly neutral word which simply indicates a foreigner, to sounding a lot like the "N" word!
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