844 days, 20,256 hours, 1,215,360 minutes, or 72,921,600 seconds. That is the approximate duration of my world tour. I never wanted it to end and now, in a manner of speaking, I suppose it never has to. If you wish to go by country do so by clicking on one above. They are numbered in the order I visited them, more or less. If you enjoy reading about it even a tenth as much as I enjoyed living it then you will not have wasted your time. Grab a refreshing beverage, settle in a comfortable chair, and make a journey across the world, experiencing it as I did. Then get off your ass and check it out for yourself. You're not getting any younger.

Airport Journey (Bali, Indonesia)

For an updated version of this post, go here.

Feb 6th, 2009 - Today was nerve-racking, to put it mildly. I drove to the airport on my motorbike so I could buy a ticket to Singapore (need a new visa). I suppose I could have bought a ticket in town (Ubud) from an agent but I decided to skip the middle man. Online you say? I could not access the website. Anyway, have I mentioned the traffic? The road to the airport runs through Denpasar, the capital of Bali. Let’s just say traffic is a tad dense. Perhaps sparing myself the stress would have been worth a few extra bucks. However, I will treasure the experience (not really).

Every time I ride that bike I see something that confounds me. As I was headed back to Ubud a young guy actually drove up alongside me and tried to convince me to go somewhere or purchase something. I wasn’t really paying attention as I was trying to avoid serious bodily injury and/or death. I’ve had people chase me down before but not while I was doing 30 mph. I contemplated pulling off to the side and asking him what the hell he was doing but concluded my consternation would fly right over his head. Certain truths I believe to be self-evident, truths that cross all cultural boundaries. One of these truths is the dangerous nature of trying to hold negotiations while driving 30 mph on a motorcycle through traffic. Then again, what the f**k do I know....really?

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