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)

For an updated version of this post, go here.

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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