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Pimp My Bemo
Long
before the MTV show brought flashing spoiler lights, two-tone paint
jobs and triple exhausts to the masses, the bemo drivers of East Nusa Tenggara were pimping their own rides. Tim Hannigan takes a
look from the backseat.
Bemo –
an abbreviation of becak motor – are the backbone of urban
transportation throughout the Indonesian archipelago. The original
bemo were rattly three-wheelers, a scaled-up version of the Thai
tuk-tuk, carrying six passengers, but in most of the country they
have been replaced by the ubiquitous minibus.
Following a complex spider web of interlocking and loosely fixed
routes, bemo operate in virtually every city and town in the country,
and are often the main transportation in remote rural areas where
time-tabled buses do not run.
Most are
plain, utilitarian and often a little battered. They are sometimes
color-coded to indicate their route, and in the bigger cities they
might carry advertising on a back window, but decoration goes no
further than that. But in the remote islands in the east of the
country, beyond
Bali and
Lombok,
it’s a different story.
The
phenomenon of exuberantly decorated bemo begins in the town of Bima in
Sumbawa, reaches new levels in Ende, the sleepy capital of Flores, and
comes to a dizzying climax in Kupang.
The
capital of East Nusa Tenggara is a pleasant, slow-paced and slightly
shabby town of about 200, 000 people, dozing among the sagging palm
trees on the edge of Kupang Bay. But there is one thing that is
neither shabby nor slow-paced in Kupang, and that is the bemos.
Blazing
through the otherwise sedate streets with the shriek of air-horns,
multiple-aerials whipping, neon lights flashing, and “full sound” bass
pumping, they put the bemo of every other city in Indonesia to shame,
visually at least, if not in terms of comfort.
For
years Kupang’s bemo drivers have taken great pride in their vehicles.
They keep the paintwork shining and decorate every available space
with customized transfers. Elaborate names emblazon the sides; at
night the undercarriages flash blue and red, hubcaps are painted in
fluorescent green and even windscreens are plastered with stickers,
leaving only the smallest gap for the driver to see.
All of
the bemo are named, usually after women: Laura, Gilang, Claudia and
Rosy ferry passengers in and out of downtown Kupang. But the style
and theme of the decoration vary wildly. Some are decorated with the
insignia of European soccer teams, some with the racing stripes of
Formula 1; others have dedicated themselves unbidden to some product
of globalization, Coca Cola or Marlboro.
Love and
ladies are popular, with “True Love”, “Cinta Pertama” (First
Love) and even “Forbidden Love” emblazoned on widows with a picture of
some sultry temptress, while other bemo sport stickers that are
virtually x-rated.
The
sacred and the profane mix freely. In majority-Christian Kupang,
Jesus Christ is a popular rear-window idol, but so are Valentino
Rossi, David Beckham and Johnny Rotten.
And
while Britney Spears is a fading star, most popular of all among bemo
drivers is Canadian pop-songstress Avril Lavigne. Avril is
everywhere, pouting sulkily from window stickers and smoldering beside
drivers’ mirrors.
The
craze has created a minor industry in Kupang, and there are workshops
scattered throughout the town that specialize in making the customized
sticker-decorations, copying designs from photographs from magazines.
Bobby,
the driver of a spectacular number 10, says, “It’s just for fun, but
we all want to drive the bemo with the best decorations.”
Kupang
has a huge fleet of bemo and they provide employment for many of the
town’s young men. Each bemo has two staff: a driver and a
fare-collector who hangs wildly from the open door shouting the bemo’s
destination as it swings through the streets.
The
drivers and fare-collectors often have hair as wildly colored as their
vehicles, in vivid pinks and reds. As with boy-racers everywhere,
music is at the heart of their culture, and unlike bemo in other
cities every bemo in Kupang is graced with “full sound”.
The
space beneath the twin rows of passenger seats is filled with enormous
speakers, and an approaching bemo can be heard at four hundred
meters. There is pulsing techno and Western pop; dangdut
occasionally rears its ugly head, and latter-day American punk rock is
a staple. But curiously enough, though she is the darling of every
driver, Avril Lavigne is nowhere to be heard.
The
top-volume music and thumping bass makes riding the bemo of Kupang an
ear-shattering experience but the passengers don’t seem to mind.
In the
past Kupang’s traffic police did try to stamp out some of the wildest
-- and potentially dangerous – decorations, particularly the
view-obscuring windscreen stickers and the deafening music. But it
was a lost cause, and now the drivers are free to express themselves.
“It’s
our tradition here,” says Iwan, the driver of a white number 2 bemo.
“The police have no problem with it now, and they probably couldn’t
stop it if they tried.”
Iwan
says that the decorations are a speciality in West Timor, with
brightly colored bemo in the regional towns of Soe, Kefa and Atambua.
“But the best ones are in Kupang,” he chuckles, “I think we have more
imagination here; it’s how we express ourselves.”
Iwan has
been to Java, and has seen the plain, unadorned bemo that ply the busy
streets of
Jakarta
and Surabaya. When asked what he thinks of them he shrugs, “Boring,
very boring! Those drivers obviously don’t have any imagination.
Bemo are much more fun in Kupang!”
And he
is right. After a visit to Kupang, though your hearing may never
recover, the bemo of the rest of the country will forever seem a
little dull.
One more
question: has Iwan ever seen MTV’s Pimp my Ride?
He
grins. “Of course! It’s my favorite show!”
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