Ajeng...Tom

So, if you've been reading along you've seen pics and read stories about my friend Ajeng who was my host through Indonesia. Depending on who we were talking to I had the good fortune of posing as her husband/former boss/bodyguard/crazy bald guy/Mr. Kodok/stupid American friend. Not only did she plan an exciting, full-on Indonesian experience, she also gave me a card that I wanted to respond to here on the ol' blog:

First and foremost, Ajeng, as far as I'm concerned you never have to apologize on behalf of your country for any foul or offensive incidents because there were none. Yes, Hari was a bit corrupt but a lot of fun and as you know had "many good ideas, yes?!"

And yes, I believe it's time to start thinking less and feeling more. You and your family provided a ton of inspiration to get up each morning with the intent of living a full and happy life. From your grandma's boundless energy and compulsion to make me eat cow hoof (which I did) to your parents/extended families' unyielding hospitality to the amazing stories of your granddad to your Auntie's obession with me (who isn't)...my time in Indo was a turning point for me.

That's the great thing about traveling. It's life in super concentrated doses. Some days you're totally focused. Other days you're completely lost. The bonds you make with others are intense and immediate. The altercations are measurably the same. You see nature and humanity in all its glory. You see depression and depravity. There are moments of great spiritual revelation. There are moments of despair. Then there are the times when you are funny as hell. Followed by times you find yourself getting fined for being "wildly inappropriate." Some nights you sleep in 4 star hotels. Other nights you cozy up on a park bench. There are even days when you sit with Buddhist monks during afternoon prayers/chants. And days when you can't seem to find your way out of the red light district.

So, thanks Ajeng. It was an amazing time.

Same goes for my buddy Tom in Australia. Who, being the good mate that he is, took surfing lessons with me even though it could have tarnished his image as a Aussie. He also helped me break free of the domesticated shell I was in with some great runs/swims down the Penrith Olympic Whitewater Course. And of course, his friends that were always up for a drink or some rugby talk.

Good world....