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Post by Indonesia on Oct 12, 2014 4:27:06 GMT -5
Bali, Indonesia
The clock and the sun above her head indicated that it's already noon. The world meeting held today was unusually short; they started at eight in the morning and finished shortly before noon. Nesia figured that some nations just wanted to have a longer free time so they could use it to explore Bali. A bud of pride bloomed in her heart. She loved it when people spent time in her homeland, giving a boost to her tourism industry. Although... if she had a say in changing the meeting place, Nesia would take them to another place less known than this province.
Hunger guided her legs to take a walk around restaurants and cafe area. Since it was lunchtime, most places were pretty crowded with locals and foreigners alike. The wonderful smell from their kitchens flooded the sidewalk, tempting all the hungry people to stop by. Nesia finally surrendered and went to one of the crowded place. They still had a table left, thankfully.
Yet ten minutes later Nesia couldn't decide what food she was going to order. Her mind was still full of the stuff they talked at the meeting: starvation, global warming, poverty and lack of education. It was common knowledge that all of them were present in her house. She sighed deeply, feeling bitterness spreading on her tongue. The woman signaled a passing waiter and asked for a cold bottled tea. Ah, why she didn't get someone else to come with her for lunch anyway? Having no one to talk to is somewhat depressing.
As a large nation, solving such problem needed a long time and required every people to cooperate. But cooperation didn't come easily; there would be obstacles, miscommunication and whatnot peppering her and her government's attempts. And with that many things to do at once, it was hard to decide which one she should focus on. Education? But if people had no sufficient money, they would spend it for food instead. Children would leave school to help their parents working. Or is it healthcare? Nesia would need immeasurable amount of money to provide free healthcare like the developed countries had.
"This sucks..." she whispered to herself once her drink arrived.
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Post by Finland on Nov 11, 2014 2:24:57 GMT -5
It wasn't that Finland didn't want to go explore Bali with the other nations. Quite on the contrary, really; the island was beautiful and it wasn't an exaggeration to say that it was the complete opposite of his own home in almost every aspect; the way people looked, behaved, their amount, the presence of the Ocean, the smells, the sounds, the weather... it was all very fascinating to him and something he definitely wanted to see from closer by. He especially wanted to venture into the wilderness. Finland was always a big fan of nature, and the presence of it seemed to be one of the few things he and Nesia's home had in common - even if their flora and fauna differed greatly. Really, most everything he saw, he was fascinated by.
But by gods, the weather.
You'd think that as a nation that had more saunas than people, Tino would have gotten used to breathing in a hot, humid environment, but no. No. Not when he wasn't naked, didn't have a saunakalja in hand and didn't have the option to step outside to cool off whenever he wanted. Yes, he'd visited hot countries before (Spain and Turkey were some of his favorite vacation spots, in fact), so it wasn't like this was the first time he was subjected to such extreme heat, but it never failed to catch him off guard at first. He knew he would get used to it at some point. But not yet. Not now.
Now, he needed a drink. Any would do, as long as he had something to pour down his throat and bring with him when he ventured deeper into the island. If he'd been smart he'd brought his own bottle of water, but he never really had gotten into the habit of carrying one; you didn't need such things in Finland, after all. Not when you could find perfectly clean and drinkable water in any toilet you came across. He wasn't even aware of the water bottle prices in his home, to be honest. All he knew was that they were most likely expensive; everything in Finland tended to be, especially when compared to countries outside Northern Europe. Asia appeared to be particularly cheap; even Singapore and Japan, both supposedly 'expensive' were at their worst as expensive as his home. Yet Finland couldn't really complain with a clear conscience. He hardly had anything to complain about.
Well, except this heat. He needed that drink and he needed it yesterday. And if he could get away with it, he could do with a meal of some sort as well. He wanted to be all tanked up on energy before hitting the jungle.
So, wiping sweat from his brow, Finland looked around. The place was bustling with people, sights and smells - delicious ones trying to lure him into the many food places around. Normally, the Finn would have had great difficulty deciding which invitation to follow. This time? This time he was so thirsty that his feet took him to the first door he saw. A mistake in retrospect, perhaps, because the place was crowded and Tino wasn't sure if he had place to sit.
Standing on his tiptoes and trying to squint out a vacant spot, the European soon caught a sight of something surprising; on one of the tables sitting by her lonesome was none other than Indonesia herself. Would she accept company? Finland didn't really mind eating alone, but having someone to talk to wasn't a bad sounding deal either, especially when it came with a seat to flop down on. That, and he had to admit that he didn't know much about Nesia - a lack he could soon fix. She could also recommend him places to visit outside the tourist spectrum - Tino never was one for crowds. So, with his mind made, the Finn edged closer to Nesia's table, only speaking up when he reached her line of sight.
"Hey," he greeted simply, somewhat embarrassed that he didn't know how to say it in her language. As someone whose mother tongue had only a few million people, he knew how nice it was to hear someone try and greet you in your own language. "Is this seat empty?" He questioned, nodding towards the seat and sitting down when she didn't seem to immediately object. "Phew, your place is hot. And so full of people, it's incredible!" He laughed. "You don't see any food place this packed back at home, even on special occasions."
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Post by Indonesia on Jan 6, 2015 17:01:52 GMT -5
A white plastic straw made its way to the base of the glass bottle. Nesia wrapped her fingers around its cold, dewy surface, and sipped her sweet tea. The menu book was laid open before her, offering a multitude of Balinese dishes complete with explanations written in English. Their smells were carried over by the wind passing her table. The restaurant's architecture was designed to accommodate the hot weather, thus leaving many wooden walls stood only half of average human height. From her seat, Indonesia could glance at other tables freely, the bustling kitchen and the entrance flanked by tall flower plants. And speaking of entrance...
A blond man just stepped into the establishment, scanning the room. Eventually he spotted Nesia and walked over to her table, enabling her to recognize his face. It was Finland. She recalled the man left the nations' meeting room together with other Europeans, so Nesia expected he would follow them exploring Bali.
"Hey, is this seat empty?" he asked her. The woman simply nodded and smiled, her previously slouching posture was gone. Her back straightened, her face radiant in the presence of a company. Being situated half a world away from each other making Indonesia did not particularly close to Finland. Their formal contact, from one government to another, was started halfway through the twentieth century. Yet lately the cooperation between their countries improved in several fields. Personally, Indonesia admired how he handled his people's education. It was widely known among her people too.
"Phew, your place is hot. And so full of people, it's incredible!"
A chuckle escaped her lips. "Bali is a favorite tourist destination, so of course it is packed. It's always like this 365 days a year, except one." She took a sip of her drink. "There are less crowded places too in my house." With thousands of islands spreading from the Pacific to Indian Ocean, some regions were bound to be scarcely populated. Some were even uninhabited by humans. "Mm, we're nearing the end of dry season. It will be colder soon." But because Finland was used with bone-chilling temperature, Indonesia's rain season would still feel too hot for him.
"You don't see any food place this packed back at home, even on special occasions."
Indonesia blinked. "Really?" this was definitely new to her. Food places enabled people to gather with relatives, something that happened mostly during holidays. She always thought things were the same elsewhere around the world, at least in the big cities. "So where do your people gather during special occasions? Just at home with family?" She did not know much about Finnish culture, what holidays they celebrate (apart from what he celebrated together with the rest of the world) or what they usually do during special occasions.
"Oh," she perked up, then pushed the menu book closer to him. "Do you want to order something? Maybe a drink?" Indonesia gestured at her own bottled tea. "Cold drinks are good in this weather." As her eyes landed on the appealing pages for the second time, her mind set itself to fill her stomach with nutritious substances.
"I'm going to order the fried duck with rice." Indonesia's back relaxed, letting her plaid cotton shirt pressed against the bamboo chair's sturdy surface. She raised a hand, signaling for a waiter to come to their table. "Feel free to choose anything you want, it'll be my treat," she added. Indonesia liked to treat her guests. |
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