Decisions

Shawwal's (شوّال ) new moon will rise up to the sky next week. The end of Ramadhan and a holiday season of Indonesia will make all transportation crowded and prizes will increase 50%.. What to do!
Should I hide here in Yogyakarta, climp to mountains or run to Bali? I don't know!
It could be good in here, I could relax for a moment, stay in a same place, look around, listen stories and enjoy this culture capital of Java. But fewer inside me is burning and makes me wanna travel to the south.
In my passport there is stamp from Dumai on 9Th of September, witch means that I have around 40 days time to find a boat to Australia or I have to travel to Timor and fly to Darwin..
O' what to do!?

Bye bye Sumatra

I'm hanging around in Bukit tinggi and preparing my self to 24 hours bus ride to the south.. Java here I come!

Helsinki-Uluru chapter 5. is out now!
In the letter there is photos and my diary from my time in Lao PDR and fictitious memoirs of Peter Jones called "A dance of a dragonflies"

Please order the story letter and read more!

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I got lost in a jungle..
I waded in a river and fought with leeches.
I found myself in a small village
preparing a cane sugar to the market
and finally on a crater lake eating vegetables in peanut sauce..
Life is good!

It's time for Ramadan

I organised some of my things in KL and finally Australian immigration officials friendly granted me a one year working holiday visa.. So I took a bus to Meleka to buy a ferry tickets to Sumatra and to enjoy few days a fresh air of a little town.

Now I'm back in KL and celebrate Malaysian 51. independence day and beginning of Ramadan with culture witch capital can offer; In Merdeka cafe I listened stories about sexual rights in Malaysia and history of sexuality in Asia, I hope to see some modern and experimental theatre in KL performing art center and just wander on bookshops looking for Persian poetry..

Tomorrow I'll buy a new shirt. At least I'll comb my hair and wash my face, then I'll knock a door of Indonesian embassy and apply for two months tourist visa.

P.S. I bought a new camera, but from two options I chose the worst one.. OK, I learn something everyday..At least now I know little bit more about digital cameras..

Kuala Lumpur

I walked under skyscrapers in narrow streets of Chinatown wishing that I could somehow send this amazing and stimulating mix of smells, sounds and colours or deliver the beauty of the moment when I sat on a roof terrace in middle of the night, watched lights of the city and listened sounds of calming drumming of a warm monsoon rain on sheet metal roofs.

A chilly morning

I took a bus to Cameron highlands to escape for few days from this hot weather. We drove through rubber and palm trees towards green mountains and tea plantations. I talked with a driver and listened stories about history, farming, illegal immigrants and corruption.
Finally I found a bed in old army barracks and took a sweatshirt from my bag, a shirt witch has been useless so long time. Then I put a pink blanket on my shoulders. O' weather is so nice and so cold!

Day by day and kilometer by kilometer I'm getting nearer to Australia, working and earning some money, but there is still some miles to go. And I start to be little bit worried about my financial situation. So if it has been in your mind to order some story letters, now would be a perfect moment:)

Atmosphere..

I cross a border to Malaysia and walked on a streets of Kota Bharu, looked at the mosques, listened sounds of the city, felt a different rythm of muslim countrey and enjoyed tasty food from banana leafs.

Now I look at crystal blue waters in Perenthian Islands, wait that the full moon of August will rise up to the sky. I recall Oscar Wilde's story about fisherman and his soul. And fisherman's shadow's words are echoing in my mind (as I remember those):

"After one year, at the full moon evening,

I'll be waiting for you on this same beach.."

Towards south

Few days ago I made my way from heat of Bangkok to Island called Ko Phangan in southern Thailand. With some nice people I found lonely beach and rented a bungalow and hammoc for myself. I looked around and tought; maybe I could stay here for a while. So I unpacked my back, put some photos on a wall, build up my little kitchen, prepared bowl of noodles and some coffee. Then I lighted an incense and laid on my bed. I have a home. For a moment..

P.S. Somehow I managed to broke my camera, so unfortunately there will not be any new photos before I fix or buy a new one.
O' stupid me!