The end of Bali

When I left Amed, I was forcing myself to get back on the road. I remembered the rather fierce, equanimous woman I had been a year earl...
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Life continues

For a long time I am unbalanced, clumsy with distress. I can't ride. Beastie waits patiently. I rent a large empty villa with a leaking...
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A million pieces

We're not going to talk about what happened in Bali. If you've been following this blog attentively, you might have noticed that the ti...
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19.5 Hours

Nineteen and a half hours. That's how long it takes to ride across three islands, from Lakey Peak to an airport in Bali. Months earlier...
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Surfers; chill

I stayed in Lakey Peak for five days, just chilling beside the sea. I talked to the surfers, I wrote. I scabbed some beer. I ate coconu...
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Where the road ends

The next day I got my act together and headed out of town. The sun was shining, and I was making for a place called Lakey Peak. Someone...
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Resumed

Been quiet for a while. Not dead though. Let me pick up again where I left off - Sumbawa. * * * The next day I slept late, too late to ...
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Sumbawa

The ferry out of Labuan Bajo leaves around 9 or 10 in the morning; I'm at the dock by 7.30am and Beastie's loaded on the boat - chillin...
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Tourist Town

From Riung I took the easy road to Labuan Bajo - through Ruteng, where I rode into a massive storm, and then onto Flores' main ribbon o...
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Just be normal

I liked Reo. It's a totally, totally ordinary town. Built between the river and a decent sized commercial port, it's dusty and importan...
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Lessons from the Road

Lesson 1: Never try to keep up with the locals. They know things you don't. So we've just finished fanging through the dirt section - ...
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