We are at Old Mans, in Batu Bolong, a beach bar. I am still working on some articles, enjoying the sunset with two beers. Two. Because when it’s the happy hour, at Old Mans, you can’t get just one. I must look a bit nerdy with my iPad, alone at this big round table and my two drinks that I hardly sip.
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In the end, the only landscapes I saw of Java was when I arrived by plane and behind the mini van’s window who drove me from Jogja to Bromo and from Bromo to Ijen. I don’t feel like I’ve been able to experience the real countryside lifestyle but when we came back from the first hike of the tour, I start speaking with the guys working at the hotel we were staying at.
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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The Wanderlust Queens Project 