Indonesians go home for the end of Ramadhan, Christmas and for whatever other religion's family-get-together-holidays.
It just so happens I too find myself at home in Ireland during the end of Ramadhan.
I got stuck under a big old tree in a heavy sun shower today.
The silvery rain splashed and spluttered down.
The street empty, the sun shining.
Ireland has some of the prettiest rain around.