You go to the bengkel if you have a flat tire, your bike won’t start or if you just can’t be bothered find the right screw driver. Or maybe you’re just to lazy to look for the screw driver, anyways you get the picture. When you get there the guy working there is busy and asks you to tunggu sebentar, which would translate to wait a while. And then after a while he takes of on his bike and you’re left tunggu sebentaring on your own for quite a while. He then returns just to tell you to keep tunggu sebentar. But now I’m still a westerner who’s always worried about time and efficiency so I ask how long is this tunggu sebentar gonna be? Because I know that this concept of a while can be quite flexible so maybe I should kembali nanti (come back later). But nah I’m lucky I get only two minutes of tunggu, this is a great score and now my war on rust continues but maybe next time I should look for the screw driver?
I’m with this little (actually it’s not so little, it’s filled with fluid and way to big which is the actual issue) annoying inflamed knee sac still. So I’m chatting with Glen this morning and saying I’ve gone back to resting my knee again. And he then suggest that I should rest like properly rest… I don’t get this at first, but it seems like some people, Glen for instance thinks that resting is doing like nothing. My definition of resting is just not surfing with my poor knee but maybe go for a run on the beach or do some yoga. Glen thinks I should just put my leg up and if I have to move I should take the bike and not walk anywhere, like an Indonesian (only tourists would walk in this village, it’s considered strange to walk if you have a motorbike to ride around on by my local friends). So I’m trialing this doing nothing thing because I’m far away from my Balinese doctor with the needle to drain my knee and to be honest it didn’t really help that much the first time. But that could also have to do with my definition of rest.
It’s not all surf, sunshine and a bit of work you know. Living the tropical dream also comes with some serious health hazards. Like today the neighbors of my usual office are burning plastic not at all an uncommon occurrence here. Where I come from when black smoke are coming at you like this you’re told to go inside, close windows and doors and turn on your radio for updates. Here – not so much, just go about your business. Try not to inhale to deep for an hour or so.
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What do you do? You run? You try to hide? You follow back so she won’t cast a spell on you? You get some sage to clear the funky mojo from your lap top/phone? Hello universe what are you trying to tell me? That I should get on the next flight back to Bali or to Island?
The village has changed, I realized already on my very pleasant (all due to the panda) nine hour bus ride here that in fact the whole island is undergoing a massive face life. I did have quite a lot of spare time to look out the window last week. Everyone is getting in to the festive spirit – flags are going up outside every house, very creative decorations are being crafted my fave being colored water in plastic bags that’s hanging off the trees and bushes. It feels a bit like Xmas back home. So I didn’t want to be late to the party. Say hello to most patriotic c70 in the village (red goes on top btw, otherwise you’d better be in Poland, just saying it’s not like I had to google this).
So you’re on the local bus and there’s not only the usual chickens, suspect looking boxes and coconuts traveling with you but you also end up getting the seat next to a panda. What else can you possibly ask for except for maybe another toilet stop since the last one was more than 4 hours ago, but no I love the bus!
Almost two months to the date has past since the last time I surfed. Travels and some injuries has kept me away from the ocean for so long I forgot which leg to put the leg rope on. But today I decided to give it a go, the swell is small and there’s not much wind around so I wrapped my poor knee up really nice (so nice I lost feeling in my foot after 15 minutes). I forgot this passion of mine, which is a good thing I guess but man it was so nice to float around again. I could not stop smiling, I have now sore cheeks. There was this sour looking girl on the inside with me, she looked at me like I was some kind of mental case and it was like she forgot to squeeze the lemons in her hair and she ate them all instead (or maybe I just scared her). So I tried to tone my dorky smiling down but it just wouldn’t happen. So see you tomorrow dawn patrol, my good old friend 😉
I wanted to move, like every inch in my body was ready for dynamic movement and in my mind sweat was dripping down on my mat. And there I was with 24 hours of travel and already a full on class that very first day, maybe things went a bit to fast. I feel something is not right and looking down I realize my right knee has the size of a water balloon. Decided the next morning that it still looked pretty ugly so went to the doctor who gave me some anti inflammatory pills and told me to rest for a few days. So back to yin, meditation and pranayama. Not what was in my mind but probably what I need. It’s the morning of day three and I finally start to arrive, sometimes it just takes time, relearning about my right side, the unbalanced yang of my body. Hello to you from the slow lane.
I know she has a message for me. We meet about a year ago and sometimes you just know, the energy is there and that intuition of mine is trying to say something. Time is flying by and there she is – back in my social media feed again. I say hello. She says she’s on her way to Bali. I say I’m leaving in two days for the very same island. And so it turns out she’ll be staying down the road from me for the week. Miss universe has spoken.
A few weeks in Sweden is coming to an end, it’s been the warmest summer since forever, no one can remember last time it rained, back in May I heard someone say the other day. It’s been good but lot’s of sitting, eating and all of that. So before I head back to the village I’m making a stop in my fave yoga hipster town. I’m joining my raw vegan yoga holistic ecstatic dancing friends in Ubud next week. Exciting times. you just don’t know what you’ll leave with maybe some new crystals, chakras or just some parasites from the raw food 🙂
She is so peaceful and always with a smile on her face. Nothing seems to bother her, she just does her own thing. I want to be more like her. I’m enjoying the ocean but something is off. There is this (old) guy out in the surf who seems so arrogant, he won’t smile and keeps snaking everyone and we’re just a handful of people out. When I head up to the point he does the same to me. Like it’s all there just for him, like he is a little bit more important than the rest of us. But she doesn’t care, just shrugs her shoulders and moves on with so much grace. I want to be like that to. But instead I get angry so angry and I loose my shit and yell out. It’s a few days later and I realize I have so much to be grateful for, there is no room for small stuff from old grumpy men.
Or Yogyakarta or perhaps Jogja, as the Swedish saying goes “loved child has many names”. She is also known as the cultural and creative center of Java. A University town with lots of funky street art and graffiti. What’s not to love?
So I’m on an island just a few kilometers north of Java/Indonesia, white beaches and swimming pool like water. And yes I know we have a problem with plastic. Like I’ve seen the pictures of the plastic island floating around my social media many times. But I guess it’s like a difference to know and to see for ourselves. This makes it so more real. So I went on a snorkeling trip and ended up just collecting plastic from the ocean instead. So much plastic floating around and then look the other way – the most amazing ocean, corals and animal life. I feel so sad – where did we go so wrong? What can I do to help? This is my favorite playground, I spend so much time in the ocean and I am so extremely grateful for it. So from now I will try even harder to be a responsible traveler and eliminate the plastic I buy and use. But what more can I do? I mean there’s so many things gone wrong that need to change, like when I finish my snorkel my guide who also collected many many plastics hands me a single use tiny plastic water with a straw to drink 🙁 And on the pic above it’s batteries that I found sitting on the coral, and I couldn’t even get them all because some where jammed in the coral, seriously – what the fuck 🙁
It was so bright when I woke up today and I couldn’t figure out why. Maybe the first light is just earlier and earlier I thought. Then I paddled around the corner and looked back at the full moon sitting high up shining so bright. Small pieces of nature, 10/10 and won’t cost anything. Happy me, today will be a good day 😉
The ability to see value even in humble, unremarkable situations is essential to our happiness, or at least to our well-being. Some people seem to have everything in life but are not content because they do not see the value of what they have, and concentrate on what they still would like to have, or on what makes them unhappy. Others, instead, maybe less fortunate, appreciate simple things that many of us take for granted – good health, a fine day, a smile.
– words from the power of kindness written by Piero Ferrucci.
This very nice read was sitting waiting for me at the camp site just outside the village one day. Left behind by a Finish girl who couldn’t fit it into her backpack when she left.
Small things that leads to something new and unexpected. A familiar face I hadn’t seen for a while came back. I should go say hello and see why we’re meeting again, what did we miss the first time? Maybe nothing, you never know. It’s nice to have the time to slow down and see things more clear. I can take the time because I have no where else to be, we should live like this all the time. So we start to practice together – I love moving together, the dynamics of a group. Then more people came to join, and then some more. I looked so close at my own fear and judgment and I realized that it was all mine. Mine to keep, learn from, let go off or whatever I choose.
It’s like a distant dream those months I spent in the village. I arrived on a Wednesday morning, it’s trickling rain and I feel I’m in a ghost town. There is no one around, nothing is open and I’m probably really hungry. Everyone is sleeping and I walk around ‘town’, seriously town is maybe just a street or two if you feel generous. I had no idea what was coming for me back then, what this sleepy village had in store for me, the lessons to learn and the love and kindness waiting to hit me straight in the heart.
Hello hello to you little forgotten blog, I think I got stuck somewhere in transit between one destination and the other. Then there was a reminder the other night that sometimes it’s nice to share so let’s see. I started this year off so so nice, I keep forgetting how blessed I am. So I finally ran out of excuses (no full time job commitments or lack of time) to sit Vipassana so pretty much the first thing I did this year was to spend 10 days in silence. Away from social media, my iPhone, internet, news, books all of it was traded for 10 days of disciplined meditation practice. The hardest work I’ve ever put into anything but in return a very powerful experience. I’m mind blown by this practice and tradition, so beautiful. I always did my best to hide from meditation I guess just being to lazy to make an effort but this course made a huge change.
Changing continents and changing life (or at least life style). So easy to get into the groove of just surfing, eating, some sleep, and then all over again! Local boys did this cute edit the other day 🙂 Two more months of this is on the agenda!