Following my gut

I stayed on the beach for a few more days after the night of the fishermen. They didn't come back to disturb me, and my sunbaked utopia...
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The Risks I Choose

When I'd spent enough time in the bosom of humanity, I decamped to Lemo-Lemo Beach. Rocky track. Palm trees, bamboo shacks, white sand....
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The Matriarchy

My time at Bira Beach was peaceful; I ate fruit and drank coffee with the family at my homestay, and the father, Riswan insisted that I...
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Apparalang

At Bira Beach I snorkeled amongst the boats, over the seaweed and clean white sand. Small fish flitted. The ankles of the other swimmer...
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At home in Makassar

In Makassar, I followed Google's cyborg-voiced directions into the scrum of morning traffic. Indonesians tell me that Makassar drivers ...
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Docked

The enforced stillness of the long ferry ride to Sulawesi was a calming buffer between islands. I lay on my vinyl shelf as night seeped...
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All aboard: Sulawesi

The stretch of sea between Java and Sulawesi is quite big, and in the rainy season, wild enough. The scheduled departure day for my fer...
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How not to fly

When I rolled into Surabaya to jump a plane for my visa run, it was already dark. My flight was scheduled for the morning and all I had...
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Unspeakable Bliss

After the night in my private dungeon, I was less than refreshed but perfectly safe. Could be worse. I dug out my cooking pots and used...
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