Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Medan's Good Samaritan


We arrived in Medan. A hot, muggy city, we walk from the airplane, into the terminal. David, at this point, our leader, discusses with the guard getting some things of his that were taken from him on the Australian end of the flight. They were put in with the general luggage (sharp objects from his first aid kit) so that he would have them. However, despite my reading a phrase book on the journey there, our Indonesian is about equivalent to the guards english. Very poor.

A blonde man stepped in and began talking to the guard and interpreting and helping David out. After which David seemed to be having quite a lengthy discussion with this man. I had no idea what was going on. All around me were armed guards, and many foreigners filing past wearing the uniforms of many different aid groups. All the people you would expect were there. They seemed to have a bit more of a plan then we did. What were we doing here? Would we help anyone? Were we doing the right thing? A lot of the guards close to the door, despite their big guns, were smiling and friendly and keen to try and hold a conversation that involved them teaching us some Indonesian and us teaching them some english.

Suddenly we were outside and loading all our luggage into this stranger's car (I had some serious reservations about this). Then we were on our way to his house, squished like sardines, in a car on a road that seemed devoid of actual road rules. It turns out this stranger's name was Rein (forgive me if that's not how you spell it). He was a dutch business man who was waiting at the airport to pick up some people from Samaritan's Purse, however helped us out when it was obvious we needed it. He took us to his home, this group of loud Australians in crumpled clothes. He sat us down, he gave us coffee and then he spent the next hour or so on the phone getting us accommodation. He found us accommodation at a place that he knew the owner of, and got us a discount as well. Then he drove us all out there. He gave us his number and said if we needed anything at all, he would help. The poor man had no idea what he was in for.

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