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Coat of Arms for Indonesia.

     My last flight for BOURAQ occurred on 26th January 1994; a Manado round-robin requiring six legs.  

     Having completed my three-month contract, I shook the dust from my sandals and departed two days afterward for Phuket, via Singapore.

     I had written up a detailed report on my illegal Christmas Eve sojourn to Singapore, and, until my departure, sat on the edge of my seat waiting for an official entity to request my report.  Neither BOURAQ, nor the Indonesian Government, nor the Singaporean Government ever contacted me; causing my thick, detailed report to lie impotently on a shelf and collect dust.  Giving me the impression that everybody wanted to sweep the occurrence under the rug – so the red tape and paperwork would go away.  Good thing I had declared an “emergency,” for I guess my captain’s emergency authority had paid off; allowing me to “skate.”

     Happily I departed Indonesia for the following reasons:

AVILINK’s four 737s were becoming flying junk.  Mechanical equipment on the aircraft would fail, as they are programmed to do with use, only instead of replacing the broken item, it would be “deferred” and we’d be forced to use the backup system.  This is not the safe way to run an airline.  A couple of months after I left, the Canadian Captain informed me that he had discovered what was going on.  AVILINK in good faith was sending us parts, however the Filipino mechanics they had hired to maintain our 737s, were selling the parts on the black market to other Indonesian airlines.  Ergo our 737s were not getting badly needed parts and were literally falling apart.

     The Indonesians wanton disregard for their unique wildlife and rain forests was heartbreaking.  Out of greed and corruption they couldn’t destroy either fast enough.

     Along these lines, in remote villages of the West Java Province, they practice “Adu Bagong,” a violent form of gambling.  This is where they pit wild boars against dogs, in a bamboo encircled arena, while screaming at the top of their voices in blood lust as the animals tear each other apart.  

 

     I found Islam that barbaric, dear reader.

     As for the “Dog Meat Trade,” it’s estimated that over one million dogs are butchered yearly throughout the country.  

     Plus “Animals Australia” claims that on the beautiful, exotic island of Bali alone over 100,000 dogs are butchered annually.  A lot of these dogs are stolen, beloved, household pets.  Despite this, dog meat is still considered a delicacy in the Indonesian culture. 

     Being a dog lover, dear reader, their “culture” horrifies me!  Except, I suppose, in reality this is entirely my own fault.  What else should I expect upon seeking out a “Terry and the Prates” adventure in Southeast Asia.

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