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.

Outta Bed (Ubud, Indonesia)

March 8th, 2009 - Out of bed and ready to roll....sort of. Not 100% just yet but getting there. One less excuse to avoid leaving although I'm sure I'll find another. My Indo pal tells me he thinks my bike needs a tune up after taking it for a spin. I suppose third times a charm. Perhaps, I will visit every mechanic on the island before I leave just so I can at least have an aggregate opinion of how shitty my bike might be. 

The ladies (seventeen and nineteen years old) at the little restaurant where I eat breakfast have been referring to me as 'Mr. Handsome'. I thought it was a result of my devilish good looks. It turns out they forgot my name. A rather clever way to take the focus off the memory faux pas if i do say. So much for that ego trip.

I have noticed that Balinese woman, especially the ones advanced in years, tend to execute a large portion of the manual labor here. I once watched a woman of at least sixty five years try to push a wheel barrel with about five cinder blocks up a rather steep incline. For fun I kicked the wheel barrel over and laughed until I wet myself. Actually, I took over and finished the trip for her. I am ashamed to admit that I found it a bit heavy myself. I think she was ready to adopt me.


My Indo gang and I continue to swear at eat other like truck drivers. I answer the phone to, "What's up my mutha f***in brothaa?!!". I may have created a monster. I spent the afternoon chilling with them. They took me to a village where thousands of egrets roost around dusk. No pics of the birds but you will enjoy the one immediately after I was pooped on. And then to add insult to injury one decided to bless my bike as well. Next time I will bring an AK-47. Bastards.







We then took some nice shots in nearby rice field. It was sublime. And lovely. Even swell.



I also snapped a few shots of the varying uses of a motorbike. Space and weight limits are for amateurs. Helmets too. And lights.







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