I travelled to Indonesia about 9 months ago and travelled in Java, Sumatera and Bali for 6 months. I stayed 4 months in Bali, met a lot of local batak surfer beach boys at the beautiful and hot Pantai Kuta.
I remembered the beautiful lulling times, staring at the sea feeling enchanted by this wonderful little island where I would always be greeted by numerous smiles and locals that spoke honestly from their heart without the slightest sense of inhibition or pretention. I remember sitting on the beach, staring into the sunset, smoking one sampoerna after the other, chugging back the sweet n' light bintang ale, and singing songs in a wonerful broken manner with the famous batak boys, who always insisted I sing english songs just as I insisted they sing me their songs.
How I miss these wonderful times, Indonesia has truly created within a feeling of love, hope and longing for the beauty of that little precious island. Right now I am back in my home town, Montreal, Quebec and it's a cold winter but sometimes I look at our beautiful winter sky alit with little stars and feel the awe that Indonesians look at the same sky I do and with this I feel home.
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