I got an impromptu lesson in cooking ramen noodles one day. We hired a fishing boat to take us to Pulau Pisang, about an hour off of Sumatra. We were looking for surf, but when that didn't pan out, we wandered the island. There were no warungs (restaurants), so we found a tiny store that had noodle packets and a few other things. In our very broken Indonesian, we asked the women if she could fix us some noodles for lunch. As we sat down a that the big wooden table out front, she came out, pointed to me and pointed back to the kitchen. Apparently, she needed my help. We walked through her house, over a couple of sleeping children and chickens towards the kitchen in the back. She spoke no English, I spoke very, very little Indonesian, but we laughed a lot and managed to put together a tasty noodle bowl lunch.