As you may know, I spent two years in London. You might think that for a frenchy, living on Queen Elizabeth’s island would have depressed my sensitives taste buds. And you would be wrong, oh so wrong my dear reader! London offered me the chance to discover cuisine from everywhere in the world.
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Back home, there is few things that really annoy me. People pushing me in a crowded place and not apologizing. Being late and people who are late. Even if I must admit being late at all my meetings. It’s in my genes, I can’t fight it, it’s my Latin blood! I hate cold espresso, bicycling under the rain and also tomato sauce stain on a white blouse. Let’s not talk about guys in the street asking if I want to grab a drink with them. No. I don’t want to know you. I’m busy and you are scary. Leave. Me. Alone. Please.
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Being on an island could describe the sensation of being trapped, of running around in circles. Like Johnny Cash, you have been everywhere, explored all the caves, inspected under every bushes and walked on every path. All around you is the ocean and you are certain: you have seen it all.
Under the rain or on a sunny day, the island have no mystery for you anymore.
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“I am Muslim!” Said proudly the taxi driver who was driving me from Ubud to Canggu. “And you?”
“Hmmm… I try to take what I think is the best from every religion, but I am not from one confession really!”
The taxi driver didn’t talk to me until the rest of the trip. He looked obviously upset! Whatever is your religion in Indonesia, you HAVE to have one.
The boat I took from Nusa Lembogan to the Gili Islands stopped in Lomboq to unload some passengers. We stayed at the small pier for half an hour because of police control.
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On the road to the Secret Temple, we stopped in a restaurant hidden in the rice fields.
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Old Man’s + Pretty Poison = Terrible Hangover.
But eh. You are travelling, you are still young and you have a new mate. So you wake up, drink a lot of water and you shake the fog around to feel better and do something with your life. Actually, you don’t shake it too much, your liver will never forgive you too much energy right now.
Yogyakarta is different than any other city I visited in Java. The colors on the walls, the nice smell coming from every warung (these kind of small restaurants opened on the street where you can serve yourself succulent Nasi Goreng for few bills), the noise of the busy traffic, the smily people, the chicken on the road…
And girls will be girls. But sometimes girls can act like most of people think boys should act. And it’s fine, because when you travel – and in the everyday life too, of course – gender should not be a problem to realize your dream, whatever the shape it takes.
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You start your day by a little visit of one temple. Then you continue your way by exploring some more temples. Not enough? No worries, Bagan has 2834 more just waiting for you.
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The Wanderlust Queens Project 