Eleven roosters and two fighting dogs from sleep

On Friday morning I woke to what sounded like the incessant crowing of a rooster – directly outside my window.

After a while, I couldn’t stand it any more, so I went outside to investigate.

I found eleven roosters tied up around the yard.

Yes. Eleven. Eleven roosters.

I used to think that I was a heavy sleeper. I’ve slept through countless fire alarms and even helicopter noise, a helicopter flying directly over my house that is.

But with dogs fighting under my window at 3am, roosters around the yard, motorbikes being revved at 7am, and bingo in Indonesian at 1am, I must conclude that I am a delicate flower who can no longer claim to be a heavy sleeper (that or that everyone else is extremely noisy, which is the version of events that I favour). It’s a shame because part of the attraction of this place when we moved in was that there were no roosters nearby (Vila Bemori was nice for the first month but the roosters crowed all day and night). My housemate Brie tells me that the neighbours / our landlords are planning cockfights, so that’s why there are so many roosters. Oh well.

Anyway, it seems I am the only delicate flower in the neighbourhood who actually has to go to work during the day – I guess they like it noisy, probably sounds normal and friendly to them. Also, everyone else is self-employed or unemployed, I suppose, so they can nap all day if they so choose. Including the bloody dogs. Damn. Lucky bastards.