A joy

I ate some almond ice cream and moved to Lao.

Farewells

How to get used to constant leaving.
How to get used to all these farewells.
New friends, shared moments, joys and sorrows... brotherhood.
Sometimes I would like to be the one who stays.
But once again I pack my bag, say quickly Hi. And whenever I jump on a new ferry, I'm between past and future and I know that my mind will wonder to the dreams of tomorrow. But same time I will look backwards hoping that we'll meet again, when the time is right, when the time is ready..
And a tear on my eye I'll whisper a message to the winds:

My friend, my dear brother and my beautiful sister!
Sampai jumpa lagi - Untill we meet again!

Helsinki-Uluru chapter X

In Bitung I wait for the next ferry to Java. I spoil myself in too expensive hotel, try to write and update my broken English letters (Sorry friends, that I have been so slow with those!). On the streets I take daily lessons of Bahasa Indonesia and mostly I just try to rest and to prepare myself to oncoming run to Helsinki. There will be too long ferry/bus/train journeys, too quikly changing cultures, languages and friends..
But I guess I'm ready.
It's time to go home.

Hki-Uluru chapter X finally on the paper. From the letter you can read about my journey from Kupang to Dampier and a fictitious tale called "Old man and a bench". And the next chapters are ready soon!

-Please order a letter, read more and help me to home -

There ain't straight roads in Indonesia

Sailing yacht Maralinga will soon change the course towards Australia and me as I worried before, got a bit stuck in North-Sulawesi. I go to the office and ask about ferries, is there one and where and when? And I get an answer: "Yes, there is one next week.. or no, yes next one is after one month.. and oo maybe there is small ferries on west coast.. yes there is some in few days.. O no there is no ferries" OK, OK.. I understand and don't understand. And I drive again around town seeking for a office or a person who would have a correct information. But is there such a thing in Indonesia? I really don't know!

But beside all the hassle, dificulties and grazynes I just love this country! My heart is beating to this soil, these islands, moments, brothers and sisters and I would like to understand. I would like to hear one more tale, learn one more word of bahasa indonesia, share one more dinner, share one more Sopi, share one more smile..

But sometimes while I'm walking on the streets my mind is yelling:
"Please girls, stop smiling to me... you are too beautiful!"

Full moon feelings

My heart is bleeding.

Learning new things part II

Concrete is solid.
It's harder than my fist.
So, even how tired, frustrated, pissed off you are, still DON'T punch your fist to wall of concrete boat! Or if you really have to do it, then use your left hand. (Or vice versa if you are left handed)

Satu dinggin bir Bintang, makasia!

Powered by wind we crossed Indian ocean, Timor sea, Banda sea and sailed 600 nautical miles from Darwin to Ambon. And here I am in a capital of spice islands. I'm tired, but happy. I smell the familiar fragrance of Indonesia and I'll lit a clove gicarette and open a cold Bintang beer - or maybe few...

I'm heading home

What does it means?
I don't know.
But anyway it feels good: Journey to home.
How long it will take? I don't know.
Some route to Helsinki.
I have some plans, I have many dreams, but I don,t know.

What do I know!?
I'm at Darwin now.
I have a home, a tent on my friends garden.
Wheather is warm.. it's a tropical dry season, you know.
There is music on the streets..storytelling on the teather.
Friends here and there from here and there.
I like this place.
I'm happy today.

And there is a boat in marina.
Captain John and big boss Jenny.
Tomorrow we'll lift sails, sail towarards Indonesia,
And I'm on my way to home,