Last summer (locally known as the dry season), I began looking at
a new car that was being sold in Indonesia. Up until then, all cars sold
in Indonesia had to be assembled in Indonesia. That was former President
Soeharto's way of helping out two of his kids that were in the local auto
industry.
After Soeharto's fall, the laws began to change. Cars can now be
brought into the country fully assembled. There is an additional import
tax to be paid, but it isn't too stiff. The quality of Indonesian “assembled”
cars is not very good. For instance, of the four Indonesian assembled cars
that I have owned, all four had problems with the electric windows and
the seat belts. Anyway, I began looking at the KIA Carnival. They are made
in Korea and are something like a Chrysler mini-van. But, they arrived
at the design completely independent of Chrysler.
As you may have already surmised, I bought a new car. The car that
I bought is light gray in some light conditions, and almost brown in other
light conditions. My car has an air scoop on the hood and a luggage rack
on top.
The story of the purchase is interesting. I hesitated to publish
this story knowing that people never having lived in a third world country
will think it is pure fiction.
When I decided to go ahead and buy the car, I had to figure out how
I was going to pay for it. To most people, that would mean, “How am I going
to get the money?”. What I mean, of course is how was I going to get about
$35,000 of my money, stashed in the U.S., transferred to Indonesia and
converted into 282 million Rupiah.
The easiest method was to simply pay with my VISA (debit) card. I
checked with the dealership, and they agreed to accept my VISA card. Because
of some fraudulent activity on my VISA card the previous month, I decided
to check with Merrill Lynch and VISA just to make sure that it would clear.
I called Merrill that night. They told me that it would clear as
long as I didn't buy more than two or three cars. VISA said that it would
be no problem. The next day, I was off to the dealership armed with my
VISA card and overconfidence.
At the dealership, they tried to clear the purchase with local banks
here in Yogyakarta. I told them repeatedly that they needed to clear it
with VISA, possibly in Jakarta. As long as VISA clears the purchase, they
have nothing to worry about. They would have no part of that.
That night, I called Merrill and VISA again. Visa and Merrill couldn't
understand what the problem was. They had never been to Indonesia. They
did give me the telephone number of VISA's clearing House in the U.S. All
I had to do, assured they, was to simply have the merchant call said number
and get a manual authorization code.
The next day, with no degree of confidence, I hit the dealership
again. They didn't know what a manual authorization code was. They
didn't have an international telephone line, so couldn't have called the
U.S. even if they were so inclined. Besides, no one at the dealership spoke
English.
At that point, I wrote off VISA as an option. I had, somewhere in
my files, an old checkbook from a Rupiah account that I hadn't used in
about two and a half years. When I purchased my 1997 ISUZU, I had opened
that account, transferred the dollars into that Rupiah account, then paid
for the car from the Rupiah account. I would simply (did I say “simply”?)
wire $35,000 to my Rupiah account.
Armed with my checkbook and renewed confidence, I asked the bank
for the ABA number for my account. They informed me that due to inactivity,
my account was closed two years ago. In Indonesia, it seems, you use it
or lose it. That would be annoying in and of itself, but what is maddening
is the fact that they just keep whatever funds are remaining in that account.
It wasn't much. I actually have forgotten the amount, but don't think that
it was over $20.
I then decided that I would simply (that word keeps inappropriately
appearing) open a new account. Bank Indonesia has a Singapore/U.S. Dollar
account that would do just fine. All I needed was a passport (no problem)
and my Work Visa (ditto).
The Work Visa is a laminated card with my picture and fingerprints
indicating who I work for. The minister of manpower signs it. Not good
enough! I also had to provide them with a letter from my employer stating
that I did indeed work where the Indonesian Minister of Manpower said that
I worked. Normally I would have forged such a letter, but I didn't have
any blank letterhead stationery and my scanner was down. I was so annoyed
at the entire situation, I just wrote the whole thing off. The salesman
however did not.
Late the next day, he called and told me that he had found a bank
in Yogyakarta that would clear the purchase. The next day, armed with my
VISA card and a ton of skepticism, I met the salesman and his boss at the
dealership. We went in my (old) car to the bank.
After about an hour of checking and telephone calls to Jakarta, I
realized that they were not billing the purchase to my VISA card, but rather
doing a cash advance. I told the salesman's boss that if the bank hands
me Rp. 282,000,000 here at the bank, he will have to accept the cash “here
at the bank”. I didn't want to take a chance of carrying that kind of cash
across town.
Then the real shocker came. They started counting out the Rp 282,000,000
in Rp 20,000 and Rp 10,000 bills. They do have Rp 100,000 and Rp 50,000
notes in Indonesia, but this bank apparently caters to the “little guy”
because they had none. If you could have seen the stack of bills they were
counting, you would have protested as forcibly as I did.
They finally agreed to give us only Rp. 20,000 bills. Even so, that
is 14,100 bills. Try walking into a U.S. bank and asking for $14,100 in
one dollar bills! It took about 15 minutes for the teller, using two counting
machines, to count out Rp 282,000,000. That is NOT a large stack.
That is MANY large stacks.
The boss of the dealership had called on his cell phone for one of
his employees to bring a bag to carry the stacks. We stuffed all the cash
into a small duffel bag. Had we been given the mix of Rp 20,000 and Rp
10,000 bills, we would have needed another bag.
I can't make this already long story short, but thankfully it has
come to its conclusion. We made it back to the dealership without being
robbed. I bought the car and so far am quite happy with it.
© Roy Mark |