Sometimes I take a deep breath, smile and tell myself that I may never go home.
I'm in Indonesia. A poor Muslim country. My days are easy and without structure. I motorbike around looking for something different and worth remembering. I meet new friends; some local, some from around the world.
I'm a few months shy of two years and still traveling. I have no fucking clue on 'what I'm looking for' so quit asking. I do know that I'm learning everyday. Mankind is all the same. Some rich; most poor. If you have a smile you can go a long way.
I save my coke bottles and give them everyday to the guy pushing a massive cart. He makes in day what I spend on smokes back home. It makes me think. I drink beer with westerners and question if anything really matters in the grand scheme of things. It makes me think.
This is me. This is now. And I love it.