Interesting ride back from the bank to the hotel this evening, hopped into a taxi and in the usual broken conversation got across the idea where I wanted to go. There is a large roundabout on the motorway outside the hotel, which has a fountain and a statue I think. There are lots of marches to and around it, sometimes the rent-a-mob ‘riots’. This evening there was a candlelight march about something and it was slowing traffic down a shitload. There was a taxi in front of mine that had just stopped in the road and the driver was talking to some of the people in the march. My driver was beeping the horn and trying to get him to move so we could continue. A police officer appeared and waved the taxi on but he still wasn’t moving. He starts talking louder to the people in the march and it turns out he’s asking them for a push as his car has stalled. Out run two of them and the police offer to shove him on his way. My toothless taxi driver then bursts into rasping laughter and a stream of Indonesian Bahasa. I’m always amazed by the fact that people try to start a conversation again in the language I’ve so plainly shown absolute ignorance of.