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.

Scenes From Bondowoso (Java, Indonesia)

For an updated version of this post, go here.

May 1st, 2009 - Contrary to what you might believe a red traffic light does not necessarily mean stop. No. It could mean accelerate, maintain current speed, slow down momentarily and then accelerate, or stop. Sometimes I think the red light is merely decorative. I do have a bit of difficulty making the determination but I find if I am the only one waiting then the light is probably a polite suggestion.

Today I hailed a becak (a three-wheeled bicycle taxi, pronounced beh-CHALK) and did a couple of laps around the center of town, snapping pictures the whole time. This was an excellent idea and a great way to see Bondowoso. Tourists are few and far between here so prepare to be the life of the party. Folks ate it up and I had a blast. Next time I may have to throw in a six pack of beer and make a day of it.

Tomorrow I will get up stupid early and head for the Ijen Plateau. If what I hear is accurate it should be quite a sight. Yesterday I was given directions by a hotel employee. I was a bit confused so I decided to check out the route before I try to tackle it in the dark on a motorcycle. Now I am even more confused. I did find the way but without the use of the prescribed route. In fact I have no idea what the hell the gentleman was attempting to tell me. More language barrier fun. I am sure it is I who am mistaken but I think maybe he was showing me the back way. I’m always so confused.

My chariot

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