It's after dinner and Rasta walks with me along Jalan Raya Kuta. The little bracelet girls are chasing each other on the road and come running my direction as soon as they see me. They offer me a fruit that looks like Lansones but tastes like Rambutan. We stroll along the dusty road, stopping every time we bump into familiar faces. They drop me off at Lombok Barrel, say goodbye and continue to work throughout the night. 

And I'm here sitting on a makeshift wooden bench that's about to collapse. The night is young and the local surfer boys are sitting around the bonfire playing some acoustic tunes. Ozy drumming calmly on his bongos, Aris strumming his guitar, serenading us with his sweet raspy voice. They speak to me in what seemed like a mix of Bahasa Indonesian, Sasak and broken English with a heavy Australian accent and strangely I understand. In between songs, they plan to surf a secret spot tomorrow and I'm invited. Don't tell the Spanish guys, they say. 

We pass around some local rice wine before all the bules arrive and it's delicious. I look up at this humongous tree almost stripped bare of its' leaves, exposing the crescent moon and the night sky full of stars. They're just as bright as I remember them to be. None of my friends are here yet I never feel alone. I have nothing but a few thousand rupiahs left in my back pocket, no house, no keys. But I'm here, the glow of the fire warming my face. My mind is not a million miles away, wishing I was someplace else. I have to see Southeast Asia, I keep reminding myself. But I'm right where I want to be and its a little harder for me to leave. 

banana pancake trail

The IndoChina path has been traveled by millions, I know. And though countless souls have been through this route before, every single journey is undoubtedly different, especially the one that happens deep within us. This time around, I’m seeing the world with a fresh set of eyes, a more open mind, the same vulnerable heart and a much, much stronger soul.  

My heart jumps as I think about the next few days. Traveling, at least for me, feels like jumping off a cliff, or blindly falling in love. The idea that you’re flying thousands of miles to a strange distant country awakens the very essence of my spirit. 

This voyage is something I need to do on my own.

Μην βγεις ραντεβού με ένα κορίτσι που ταξιδεύει (Greek)

Μην βγεις ραντεβού με ένα κορίτσι που ταξιδεύει.
Είναι αυτή με τα απεριποίητα μαλλιά χρωματισμένα καστανόξανθα από τον ήλιο. Το  δέρμα που κάποτε ήταν λευκό, τώρα είναι συνεχώς μαυρισμένο σαν να έχει κάνει Island Hopping όλο το καλοκαίρι  στα νησιά του Αιγαίου. Το σώμα της είναι γεμάτο από καψίματα, πληγές και τσιμπήματα. Αλλά για κάθε ελάτωμα στο δέρμα της, έχει μια ενδιαφέρουσα ιστορία να πει.

Не зустрічайся з дівчиною, що подорожує (Ukranian)

У неї сплутане, недоглянуте волосся, пофарбоване сонцем. Її шкіра вже не така світла, як раніше. Занадто смаглява, з безліччю ліній від засмаги, укусами та подряпинами. Алекожна відмітина має свою цікаву історію…

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I'm super stoked to hit the road again after living in Indo for most of the year. I don't know where I'll end up but who's coming with me?! xxx

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