Jakarta is a city where rich and poor are nestled side by side. In any area of Jakarta you can find small little villages, known as kampung small houses, side streets called gangs, and plenty of street life going on around you. Poor does not mean dirty, just interesting. Homemade shacks, banana plantations nestled alongside rivers, tollroads, under major power lines and train tracks. Where ever there exists space, some enterprising Indonesians will set up shop and home, often made of the rudest materials, scrap lumber, metal sheets are enough to build a house.
Anyone is more than welcome to explore these little gangs and kampungs, because generally Indonesians are incredible friendly, gregarious and curious. Often a surprised cry of bule bule (foreigner, foreigner) or pergi mana? (where are you going) can be heard when I walk or ride among the urban kampung of Jakarta.