Rambu solo | Tana Toraja, Sulawesi
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x | Oriental Seagull FB
Members of the youngest generation of the family serve the function of greeting special guests to the funeral.
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Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x | Oriental Seagull FB
Members of the youngest generation of the family serve the function of greeting special guests to the funeral.
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x | Oriental Seagull FB
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x | Oriental Seagull FB
Distributing pigs to various families.
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x | Oriental Seagull FB
On left, the man who met me at his friend's uncle's funeral, invited me to his cousin's funeral, and told everyone at that funeral that I had agreed to marry him. He explained to me that only family and close friends wear black to a funeral, so that if we were married--just as an example, you understand, hahahaha--I would also be "allowed" to wear black.
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Tri-x | Oriental Seagull FB
A women's association from the village serves local snacks to the honored guests (usually family members of family) inside the special seating area. The family throwing the funeral pays for the matching costumes.
The guests also had their own platforms where they would eat and sleep for the whole funeral, this special seating area was only for when they first entered. Then they would be escorted out and another group of honored guests would arrive.
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Plus-x
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Plus-x
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Plus-x | Forte Polywarmtone FB
Olympus OM-2N | Kodak Plus-x
Olympus Trip 35 | Kodak Tri-x
Most people I met in Sulawesi had never encountered an American, so I was constantly barraged with questions. This could range from "Do you agree that Barack Obama is Indonesian?" to "is free sex part of the American teenager lifestyle?" to "Why don't you look like an American?"
Perhaps my favorite question was Awal's, who told me he'd seen in movies that people sometimes drive up to a gas station and fill their own gas--BUT HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!
This is just a country fill-up of course...you drive up to an individual's home that has gas for sale displayed in glass bottles and tell them how much you want. Cities, even smallish ones, have the usual gas pumps and uniformed attendants.