Driving back home that day, I encountered a procession of villagers all wearing their celebratory outfits, holding baskets on their head and carrying leaves. They had rice on their throat and on their third eye. I stopped on the side of the road amazed and observed from afar.
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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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Mylène was chilling next to the pool of our quiet hotel when I met her. She was reading a book and we gave each other a shy “hi”.
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After an epic journey from Ijen Volcano to Denpasar in Bali, Alberto and I were absolutely exhausted. Waking up at 1am, hiking in the condition I explained in the last article for more than 8 hours, taking the van, the boat and a public bus was like living the longest day of my life. And it was not over yet.
Luisa was my dorm mate in Yogyakarta, the last night.
Her blond curly hair and soft blue eyes must have been really appreciated during her exchange semester in Bali. She knew people around and knew some word in Bahasa which is really nice when you don’twant to look like a total tourist ready to be scammed.
Mister loverman.. shabba! Mister loverman…
Twist and shout… Come on, come on, come on baby now..
Yep, you are in Myanmar, in the only and unique reggae bar, 7th Joint.
This bar has nothing to do with reggae except the colors on the wall and the bob Marley picture illustrating the menu. But you have a live band playing sometimes and it’s just a great place to meet people. Like these expats from France and Maurice or these two football coaches from Nigeria…
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I’ve been told that Koh Rong was organizing night trip to swim with the phosphorescent plancton. No joking, it’s a proper activity and you can ask “Three Brothers”, they are doing that every nights.
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Taking care of myself has never been so important. I’ll have to listen to my wishes, my fears, my intuition.
I locked the door of my house that afternoon, dropped the keys in the letter box and while I put my bag on my back, I realize that it will become one of the most important thing I will carry on for 5 month, my little treasure. Of course, the real treasure will be found on the way: if I open my heart enough I will find myself again.
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The Wanderlust Queens Project 