Exploring a couple areas of Jarkarta today, I found that it reminds me of India in many ways: hot, smoggy, more men than women out, no crosswalks, familiar sounds of the rough sputtering motor of three-wheelers, and the smells of food and oil simmering along sidewalks lined with a hodgepodge of ramshackle food stalls. Only Jakarta is not as crowded, not as dirty, and not as loud. And I didn’t see a single cow. It’s not that I have found Jakarta to necessarily be like India, but there are things that have reminded me more of India today than any other place we’ve gone since leaving the sub-continent.