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.

Liwa to Bengkulu (Sumatra, Indonesia)

June 18th, 2009 - It is difficult to describe in the words the looks people shoot my way as I cruise on by. How about an analogy? I am from a rural area of Upstate New York. Let’s say you and I are standing by the side of the road having a chat when from around the corner comes a Masaai Warrior in full battle dress galloping along on a hippopotamus. Imagine the expression on our faces. Of course I am exaggerating . . . . a little.

Liwa to Bengkulu. Eight hours on a motorcycle. I think I need an ass transplant. Leaving my pooper aside today was an excellent ride. Much of the route runs along the ocean and parts are sandwiched between the water and the jungle. There are worse ways to spend a day.

I stopped along the route to have a bite at a small food stall near the beach. After a quick meal I took a stroll. The beach is comprised entirely of stones rounded by the motion of the sea. Many of them are fairly flat which means they are ideal for skipping. I cannot remember the last time I regressed to boyhood so I took the opportunity. Skipping rocks in the ocean would require a level of skill I do not possess but luckily there are pools of water that collect on the other side of the elevated stone beach. I skipped rocks in the midday sun until I started sweating through my clothes. I am not sure who enjoyed it more, me or the locals who watched me as I played my silly game. Imagine that Masaai Warrior dismounting his hippo in order to throw rocks in the water. When I was about to leave, one of the young onlookers (a teenage male) approached me and asked if he could join in the skipping fun. I think his friends dared him to talk to the honkey. I was tempted but I had to keep moving as driving at night with a crappy headlight is not so much fun.






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