The World Adventure Continues in
After traveling the world for years, I can’t seem to stay put in one place for very long. I’ve got a giant case of Island Fever, in fact at the rate I’m going, I’ll have Planet Fever in no time.
I just can’t get use to the “real world” of 8-12 hours in an air conditioned room in front of a computer, my new window to the world, and the only thing getting a workout is my butt. It’s not really a workout, it’s more like a feat of endurance sitting in one spot for so long. Ironically, it reminds me of riding a bicycle all day. Gosh, I miss my customized leather saddle.
My new affirmation is: “You should be grateful, you could be mowing grass with a machete for a living.”But like any affirmation, it doesn’t work, because deep down what you are really saying is, “I feel guilty and shameful and I shouldn’t feel this way.” Which is a guilt on top of a guilt.
So after hopping from state to state and a thrilling one-day adventure in Mexico which ended when the policia had me spread eagle against a wall and searched me for drugs (Ah! It reminded me of the good old days traveling the world), I decided to go on a big trek across the Pacific (without the bike this time) and turn that spark of adventure once again into the flame of new experiences and inspiration.
“Welcome to my paradise.” Is the opening line in Bali. And it is a paradise, a bit overrun by motorscooters and tourists, but still a paradise.
So, since people are little impatient with words these days, here’s a small photo-pictorial.