merantau
Senior Member
It's now been just over 28 months since I last breathed Indonesian air, inhaled those spicy garlic smells and the pungent aroma of clove scented cigarttes, swam in the warm water of a deserted bay or drank strong black coffee at a roadside warung.
Do I miss it? Is the Pope a Catholic? I long for those roads that hug the blue waters of Sumbawa's glorious coasts , for the pristine white sand beaches of south Lombok, for the spectacular road of 10,000 bends that spans Flores taking in its south coast, its north coast, its mountainous volcanic spine, its verdant padi-green plateau and its forets of kemiri trees with their sugar coated leaves that sparkle in the morning sunshine.
I miss the ferries that spirit me from island to island. I miss the anticipation, the excitement of arriving at a lonely outpost in the middle of the night, riding deserted streets accompanied only by the cackle of my exhaust as I search for a lodging.
But most of all I miss the people, their big welcoming smiles, their laughter, their spirit, their humanity, their kindness, their openess. I REALLY want to get back there SOON.
Do I miss it? Is the Pope a Catholic? I long for those roads that hug the blue waters of Sumbawa's glorious coasts , for the pristine white sand beaches of south Lombok, for the spectacular road of 10,000 bends that spans Flores taking in its south coast, its north coast, its mountainous volcanic spine, its verdant padi-green plateau and its forets of kemiri trees with their sugar coated leaves that sparkle in the morning sunshine.
I miss the ferries that spirit me from island to island. I miss the anticipation, the excitement of arriving at a lonely outpost in the middle of the night, riding deserted streets accompanied only by the cackle of my exhaust as I search for a lodging.
But most of all I miss the people, their big welcoming smiles, their laughter, their spirit, their humanity, their kindness, their openess. I REALLY want to get back there SOON.