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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Impossible to be in Ubud and not think about Elizabeth Gilbert, the writer of the best seller and autobiographic novel “Eat, Pray, Love”. Continue reading
I was looking at these kids on this big bus and I realised that it seems totally ok for me now.
I’ve seen so many situations were the word “safety” was a concept: people burning plastic and bins outside their house without thinking about the toxicity, four people on a scooter with a new born of course without helmets or babies playing near the water on their floating houses, that I start to think that the South East Asian way of living is the normal way. Western societies’ rules obviously don’t apply here and I’m afraid to come back home and don’t understand certains things anymore.
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The Wanderlust Queens Project 