<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671366693783733035</id><updated>2024-12-19T03:26:17.170+00:00</updated><category term="United States"/><category term="language use"/><category term="Indonesia"/><category term="United Kingdom"/><category term="body language"/><category term="small talk"/><category term="topics of conversation"/><category term="Cambodia"/><category term="China"/><category term="Estonia"/><category term="Finland"/><category term="Malaysia"/><category term="Mozambique"/><category term="Nepal"/><category term="Russia"/><category term="Singapore"/><category term="Sweden"/><category term="Thailand"/><category term="indirect vs. direct language"/><category term="politeness"/><category term="power distance"/><category term="saving face"/><category term="taboos"/><title type='text'>Culture Bumps - Examples of Cultural Differences</title><subtitle type='html'>Culture Bumps is a collection of confusing, strange, irritating, embarrassing, or amusing situations in intercultural communication.&#xa;&#xa;If you&#39;re interested in cultural differences, you&#39;ll love this site!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culturebumps.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671366693783733035/posts/default/-/Indonesia'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturebumps.blogspot.com/search/label/Indonesia'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671366693783733035.post-6076439492039133144</id><published>2013-10-14T18:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2014-09-08T18:59:00.640+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indonesia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="language use"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Malaysia"/><title type='text'>Ask and you shall receive</title><content type='html'>I was traveling in Borneo with my friends and we had been hiking all day in the heat. When we finally found our way to the hotel all I wanted was a hot shower - to wash away all the mud and sweat. To my greatest disappointment all I got from the tap was cold water. Being tired and very frustrated with the situation, I called the reception and complained &quot;there is no hot water&quot;. Soon there was a knock on the door and one of the members of staff entered the room - with a bottle of hot water. They thought I wanted to have a cup of tea. How amusing! We all just laughed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The result: Hot water, yes - hot shower, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ilona (female), Finland&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;http://feeds.feedburner.com/culturebumps/main&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://culturebumps.blogspot.com/feeds/6076439492039133144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://culturebumps.blogspot.com/2013/10/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671366693783733035/posts/default/6076439492039133144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4671366693783733035/posts/default/6076439492039133144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://culturebumps.blogspot.com/2013/10/ask-and-you-shall-receive.html' title='Ask and you shall receive'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4671366693783733035.post-9021418000695782389</id><published>2013-09-23T11:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2013-09-23T22:41:54.937+01:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="body language"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Indonesia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="United States"/><title type='text'>&quot;Your Internet or your life!&quot; - Or how to shock the Balinese </title><content type='html'>&quot;In my 1.5 weeks since moving to Bali it had been one of the worst days 
yet, and I STILL didn&#39;t have internet.  Getting anything done in Bali 
often requires transporting a large distance with no guarantee that, 
when you get to your destination, you&#39;re actually going to get the thing
 done that you needed to get done.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had already tried to get my 
beloved internet connection from Smart Fren two days prior, but they had
 decided to close early (happy thoughts, happy thoughts).  Finding this 
out after driving 45 minutes from Nusa Dua to Sunset road in heavy 
traffic made it all the more &quot;sweet&quot;.  So, two days later, I decided to 
nail 4 birds with one stone with a big errand day.  This would involve 
driving to all ends of the South side of the island, and I thought 
myself very clever for having such a plan.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Needless to say, about
 2 out of three of these errands so far proved to be frustratingly 
fruitless, but at LEAST I could still head over to Smart Fren and close 
out the day by collecting my beloved internet connection.  As I headed 
over I thought of the lovely time I would spend alone in my home, 
huddled in the glow of Facebook, Google, YouTube, and...  well you can 
use your imagination.  I wouldn&#39;t have to do anything for days!  You 
call it an addiction, so be it!  This would be exactly what I needed to 
finally ease into my home and into this new culture.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I walked 
into the store with a 20 kilo backpack full of the days&#39; groceries and 
findings, and I plopped it on the floor and readied myself for that 
lovely little stick.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&quot;Halo!  I am looking for modem!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
The cunning Smart Fren female clerk replied, &quot;Sari, Pa, no activation today&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No activation today.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Suddenly
 a rush of despair, defeat, and disgust came over me.  My arms went 
limp, I made the SLIGHTEST &quot;ugh&quot; expression, and my motor key, hanging 
from my wrist, made a sound SLIGHTLY louder than a tap when it hit the 
glass table top.  This is all it took for the clerk to GASP and jump up 
in her seat as if I were sticking a gun at her, demanding she empty out 
her pockets.  I can&#39;t tell if this was her genuinely reacting to the 
incident, or if she was being dramatic in order to deal with another 
impatient foreigner, but at first glance it appeared that Indonesians 
might have an ultra sensitivity to the vibe in the room.  I was being a 
whiny child.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Needless to say, I was immediately aware of my 
change in attitude, and I handled the rest of the interaction in a more 
gentile fashion.  She promised me that she would call me when I was able
 to sign up for the service, and she also gave me a number to text just 
in case she forgot to call.  I lopped the 20k monster on my back and 
left without victory.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Should one have a reason to be upset in 
matters like this?  Do we, as humans, have the right to the services a 
situations we expect?  Is it &quot;their&quot; fault when things don&#39;t go quite 
the way we&#39;re used to?  I don&#39;t know, I&#39;m trying to figure that out.  In
 the meantime I&#39;m looking close into a possibility  that there&#39;s a way 
to move through this life without having our great expectations be so 
great.  Bali is a wonderful place to practice for this goal in mind, but
 how far should we take it?  Should we damn efficiency and progress?  
No.  We need to find a balance.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And what of my internet?  When 
the lovely clerk never called me to tell me to sign up and didn&#39;t return
 my texts, I decided to put this balance into practice.  There&#39;s nothing
 wrong in giving support to the system that you prefer, and shunning the
 system that you don&#39;t, but we can do it calmly.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am now a proud user of the internet service provider &quot;3&quot;.  Capitalism at work!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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