Anarcho-Tourism

Indonesia was very punk. They definetely liked their tattoos and mowhawks and their leather jackets with studs, studs and more studs there. Gigs as a rule cannot be organised in nighttime, because of neighbours complaining of noise pollution, so the punks pogo-ed in full daylight. Alcohol not being served in the world's largest Muslim nation, the kids got droopy eyelids from the valium that they swallowed at nine in the morning. One guy was walking around with a matchbox-car sized black specimen of ichthyes in an Evian bottle. I was explained this fish was for a fish-fight (like a cockfight, just for our aquatic friends...).

Incongruously for people from Europe -where at the end of a gig at four in the night, people have to carry their friends home drunk and puking all over-, at sundown, everyone went home, sat in a circle and had tea.

Seeing a prayer mat between two stacks of hardcore CDs was like a scene from that book, the Taqwacores.