Reading Time: 5 minutes

I was in the car for hours and hours and hours. The trip didn’t seem to end. My driver got his 5-year-old boy to join the journey and probably blocked out the fact that it was only me in the car, who couldn’t speak Indonesian fluently. Seemed fair.

The road to our hotel in Java seemed like the pathway to hell. It was dark, foggy and there was no electricity in the villages that we passed. The houses were either abandoned or inhabited by hooded people who carried around candles.

Alright. I was in a horror movie! 


Reading Time: 3 minutes

“Just living is not enough,” said the butterfly,
“one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.”

Leaving Bali felt right. I started to get too comfortable and needed something new. But before heading to Java, there was something I needed to do. Full of the excitement that lies in heading to unknown places, I was ready to start a new adventure and felt like walking out of an action movie. You know that feeling when you leave the cinema and you actually are the hero that saved the world. That was me on this day, ready to master everything that got into my way… until I saw that angry guy in a uniform standing right next to my scooter.