I like taking the little roads when I visit a place but you never know if there will be a treasure at the end of the alley or if you’ll find the dump of the city. A nice and sunny path in the rice fields can turn into a muddy grey road. That’s when you regret to have come so far because you think you’ll never find your way back on time before sunset or because you feel that this dude working on the field is looking at you in a strange way.
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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.
Claudio and Will’s path separated from mine at that point. I jumped in a truck after warm goodbyes to the two cool dudes…
A group of friends invited me to join them to come back to Bagan… For free. I guess it does count like doing hitch hiking right?
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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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At first, it was dark…
I really try to work on my stubborness during this trip.
It’s somehow hard for me to make the difference between: “this is going to be funny to do that” and “I need to do that to prove myself I’m a strong and independent woman”.
Forgive me, this article is pretty long . Mostly because I couldn’t choose among all the pictures I took that day. They are all the reflexion of amazing moments…
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The Wanderlust Queens Project 