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Thursday, March 29, 2012

The skin of my yellow country teeth

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.