For those of you in the know, you’ll remember the story about Pak Sumono (my previous host father) and I making and installing a pull-up bar on my back porch. Well, it has been months since I’ve moved house and I have missed that monstrosity ever since. Last weekend I told Pak Sumono I was ready to uproot it and bring it here, and in typical, Pak Sumono fashion, he jumped at the chance to help.
Now that it’s done with, I can tell you that breaking up the concrete (with a crowbar) and getting that sucker out of the ground was at least three times more difficult than it was putting it in in the first place. I suppose it’s a testament to a job well done, but that was the last thing on my mind during the extraction. Pak Sumono and I both were sweating profusely and both our hands were blistered from having repeatedly slamming that stupid crowbar into the buried concrete.
After the two, three meter long bamboo polls were out of the ground, we got a becak driver to transport it to my current home, which is about a seven minute bike ride from Pak Sumono’s home. I didn’t think the guy could do it, but I was mistaken. I’ve seen these becak guys carry all kinds of crazy things before, but never a ten foot long, homemade pull-up bar. I couldn’t help but laugh as I watched the man navigate his way down the street; a modern(?) day Knight looking to joust.
The following day, my host brother helped me dig two, three-foot deep holes in the ground, which was another backbreaking job; again, with a (different) stupid crowbar. And just when I thought I was going to have to wait another day to finish the job, Pak Sumono and Pak Has drove up on their motorbike with a bag of cement. Fifteen minutes later and my pull-up bar was ready to go. It was the most excited I’ve been since I moved to the new place and I am so appreciative for everyone’s help it making it happen.