Ah the trappings of economy class flight. “Ein grosse bier” wine and champagne all complementary…Thank goodness because the gal in front is determine to recline her seat to  the max. If she reclines anymore it will result on girl girl action… The last time I was on a lufthansa flight I was 16 years old. My wise grandparents offered to help me get a car (freedom) or go to Germany  (opportunity of a lifetime).  Culture shock took place quickly.  A flaxen German goddess sitting on the floor at the Munich airport rolling tobacco.  I was familiar with rolled Marijuana joints so I was confused. Then the topless beaches.  My grandma tugged me hard and said ” don’t even think it”. I was in Deutsche heaven. Mailmen  had long hair, unshaven armpits and  Marienplatz.  The best memory was the pairing of me and some Spanish girl. She spoke German and Spanish and I English. We rode the underground  to meet up with her brother whose soccer team won some title.  And what a celebration it was. I was sixteen years old and all that is implied, to drink “Lyon’s brew” with a sea of young buff sweaty  men.  But not me.  I  was fascinated with the Spanish gal because she was my age, spoke two languages and could care less about the revelry. She was sophisticated and I was impressed with how she handled the beer laden barbarians.  And this time I’m impressed that nothing has changed in economy except better movies. Bitte please.

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I read a while ago  a brief excerpt  about a man seeking spirituality.  As  he went into seclusion he took very little,  one pencil, pad of paper,  and towel and  said these items lasted him a year. The people in the town provided him with food. I get it, having moved several times these past years, less is more.  And it is a spiritual thing because I reflect on the kindness of others. I got a tv on loan and foam top used on the air mattress. The TV stand is my luggage.  Blow up chair deflates easily so the perpetual camping continues but in an 2 bedroom apartment. Side note the company “homes for rent” did a bait and switch on me. Promised me a 1 bedroom, arrived back to Porterville California, “it’s not available anymore…whatever.  It’s sparse which allows other things to occupy my mind like thoughts and feelings of space. And peacefulness. No microwave either but I’m not that altruistic I have washer dryer in unit. I save the chopsticks from take out and they double for cooking utensils and stemware. One beautiful glass and bowl. I have a portable cook top “convection induction thing you see on TV ” it works nicely and is named after the 80’s.  Nuwave.  At the end of  13  weeks I’ll do this again. In another part of the country. I often hear people say “I can’t do without my (fill in the blank)..” they’re right but I’m not wrong either. In the end all its ever about is  choices.

This country was everyone’s favorite. Lush and mountainous. One is  greeted  by persons with  hands place together in prayer format. If you see the King  place your hands way above your head. Neutral greeting is below the  sternal notch. I attended a lecture about Thailand before my visit. I was surprised to hear that the men can have girlfriends and mistresses and it’s  accepted…somewhat. A pragmatic culture with emphasis on being mostly nice and pleasant. I quickly memorized some Thai words that I wanted to use to  convey my best regard for Thai people and make a  good impression. Baht dollars went far and speaking of few Thai words  went further. The King  is celebrating his  88th birthday. He is not in the Palace but at a hospital, given his failing health.  All throughout Phuket  there are altars with his picture.  I try to learn as much as I can in the amount of time given but here it was about quietness and observation. People love the King. Faces range from full moon plumpness  to exotic light eyes and razor high cheekbones. I chose a legit Thai massage and had an experience that gave me deep respect for this skill. A bone deep inside my body had released and I was not scared of the “pop” sound.  All that I was holding in was released and I was whole again.  Long live the King!

I didn’t go but here it goes. Thanks to Espy and Mary brave gals who gave me report immediately. These 180 lbs dragons can take down a deer. One bite wait 3 days for infection to kick in then feast. They smell with their tongue which explains why menstrual peeps stay away as well as anyone with recent cuts or wounds. The mother lays eggs and once hatched the babies scamper up a tree to survive otherwise they become a snack for a hungry male.   They can sprint faster than you think. The  rangers who work 2 days on an island then return home via boat, make 45$ dollars. 200 people live on  the island and the young boys hop quickly  in the outrigger in hopes that someone will throw something worthy over board. I remember years ago Sharon Stone former  hubby got bitten by a Komodo and was brought into the emergency room (never on my shift). It was bad news because a komodo mouth is worst Than a drunken sailor’s. With that said I enjoyed my futile attempt to see one with binoculars. The driftwood looked like one so that counts doesn’t it?

I KNOW VERY LITTLE BUT HERE IT GOES. WOMEN HAVE SAME RIGHTS AS MEN. VOTING HAS RECENTLY TAKEN PLACE SINCE 2004. ALTARS EVERYWHERE YOU LOOK. BUDISM AND MUSLIM IS MOST PROMINENT AND THE WHITE COW IS SACRED. NO BEEF PLEASE BUT “BABI”.  FREE RANGE CHICKENS ABOUND NIBBLING ON RUBBISH AND DEBRIS.  WOMEN SMILE RELUCTANTLY  AND IT IS THE OLDER WOMEN WHO ARE THE THINNEST. BEAUTY HAD NO BOUNDARIES AND WAS MOST EVIDENT IN BUILDINGS AND TEMPLES. STEADFAST IS THE CULTURE DESPITE GLOBAL INTERVENTION.  STONE CARVINGS AND STATUE INVENTORY MAKES ONE CONTEMPLATE EXPORT BUSINESS. THE ARTISTRY IS GIFT WELL PERFORMED. NEW MOON CELEBRATION CLOG THE STREETS WHILE HAZE IS PRESENT FROM THE BURNING OF TRASH WHICH IS OFTEN ABANDONED.  YES I DRANK LUWAK COFFEE WHICH IS PASSED THRU THE GI SYSTEM  OF SAID MAMMAL. AND IT WAS GOOD JUST LIKE “CATPOO..CHINO” ziajian.

Dark chocolate faces is what I notice first. Then the hustle which can’t be helped. “Taksi”. Thin and sinewy men with sun beaten faces, days and years  have registered quite nicely on their face. Stares continue throughout the time spent  here. What must they saying to themselves? “Oh you again” I  say “no no you have it wrong I wish to learn and love more my Indonesian brothers and sisters.” Economic dependence on tourism  is 69% as I was told. Brochure says at 55 years of age I can retire here. Proof of pension, health and life insurance and an agreement  to hire balinese is in the handshake. The food although not questionable, is suspect. “Fry the heck out if it I say and forget the cloudy fish eyeball. My dear mother got the Bali Bug. There is madness in the traffic and  delight in finding the motorbike with the  greatest number of people riding on it.  I personally like to ride side saddle so I can’t see.  I feel like an unwelcomed cousin, a necessary evil and wish to apologize and explain as I am not a tourist nor a traveler but somewhere in between. 

I dislike it when someone says it outloud.  I dislike this stitch of a sentence with intensity of the white hot sun.  You see,  I have brothers from another mother and we are loosely connected through few  social networks. As of late there have  been pictures posted of my real father who  died 4 years ago yesterday.  First glance was awkward then twinge of jealousy disguise as envy then downright sadness with what I call “Well at least you had assemblance of a family” as this pics portrayed. I often felt my relationship with his parents would suffice. Family have stated “Well you had your grandparents” the best default outcome I guess. This is where it hurts, as a young child that is  picked last to be on a team so is this feeling. The  ebb of time has flowed inadvertently in direction that has reached deeply to elicit  melancholy without effort.  And to have  chest heaving sadness for the those who have  gone. To my brother Aaron who I pretty sure if he was alive he’d say this very thing. I get it and yes may I one day get over it.

How did I get so lucky. Like a third round pick for the NBA, I received a call from a good friend and because my name starts with an A I thought it was a butt dial…again. She asks “what are you doing mamas?” Oh boy here it comes “nothing why? “Do you want to go to Finland?” Without hesitation I said  “Does a fat baby fart?” And I hung up the phone and realized again that my gal C. K. Is my sensei.  Although she was not born before another, she has given me opportunities to experience such wonderful places and this time to a place where the temperature is  zero to minus 30 degrees, where it will be dark in the daytime and  where a  hotel is made of ice.  This gal has told me “fragrant beef” is cooked dog.  She has  snowboarded down a volcano mountain and had  smartly schedule a tour so early by 11am we were done since  the temperature there in the jungle rose to 112 degrees with 89%humidity.  She speaks Spanish and Mandarin  fluently, has a beautiful face and rock star body.  And she is my friend ( thanks God). So here’s to celebrating her Birthday and me answering the phone to say yes.

One of the passes between southern California and central California is called the grapevine. Recent rain caused a mudslide and I didn’t have a clue.  I described the pictures I saw at other passings.  ” Imagine cake batter in a pan then placing your Matchbox race cars in the batter and baking it”. The cars and trucks completely envelope in dirt cookie madness. I knew a guy who told me about a flood he experienced. He had the wherewithal to jump on the hood of his truck and said he saw snakes and deers swimming right pass him. Truck dried out and worked another 9 years. Yea Ford. I feel so fortunate that people out there remedy the situation so promptly  that I and others get down that mountain.   May I never take anything for granted.  Weather is life affirming for sure.