Elephants Walk

Trip to Saree has always been fun. Saree is located up on the hill but from certain points of view, you can manage to see the sea. A good combination though, between green grasses of the hill, blue sky with some spot of white clouds, and ever calmest ocean. The road is curly and hilly. Lots of turning right and left, mixed with ups and downs. Yeah, similar with our life at certain stages.

First stop is Saree market. Here you can find all the good things. Various of chips wrapped up in clear plastic bags and lined up in the shelves kiosk, waiting for you to hand the seller 5000 for each. Fresh turnips are delivered from fertile ground, a bit tasteless but surely a crunchy healthy fruit. Not quite sure it can make your skin fairly white though. As if it matters anyways.

But, what I love the most about Saree trip is the elephants. Yup, if you go to Saree there is one big fat chance to see elephant walks down the street. Of course, it is accompanied by its master and sometimes vehicles to block the road. Of course the vehicles are more for the other street user rather than the elephants.

To see an elephant walk is such an inspiring experience. They are big (yes, I know they are elephants), bold and massive. They sophisticatedly step their feet and wiggle their muscles. The way their swing their hips from side to side is deliberate but obviously certain. I can see courage and confidence here. Seems like there is nothing can block them in the way. Nothing can fear them, but that doesn’t mean they are proud and loud. Look deeply into their eyes and you will see sincerity shine from them. A perfect combination to allure you to hop on their back or just walk by their side to experience their journey. An open invitation from their sexy charm.

It makes me think about us, human. Is there something in the way we walk? Do we walk proud or sheepishly take small steps? Are we comfortable with our given appearances? Or do we represent our true self in every touch with the ground? A silly question sometimes pops in my head, what is it in the way we walk that attracts people around us? Well, elephants, are you answering?

Confidence is the sexiest charm one can ever have.
And I, gladly been cast spel of it.

Will upload the pictures of elephant in Saree. For the time being, please enjoy the picture my little elephant, Lola. She doesn’t do a lot of walking and like to spend most her time for sleeping or playing hide and seek. Just like me.

The Sundays Inn

It is located right in front of ever calmest blue turquoise sea. Coastline of Indonesia, of course, where in the world could you have such beautiful beachscape rather in Indonesia?
I usually wake up a little late and open the curtain that temporary hides the sunlight penetrating in. Then I fold my sarong while wait for the water in a kettle boiled up.
The good thing here is always a cup of tea, first thing in the morning. Or anywhere is. But it is marvelous here, because I can enjoy it on the porch while gazing at endless blue water. Sometimes a friend or a lover accompanies me with a light chit chat. Daily news paper or a book sometimes does as well.

where's the harm in voicing a doubt
you'll find me in the lavatory

The next good thing here is jumping into the water. You can do it all day. Even all night. That is if you are afraid of the sunburn. But why would you afraid of the sun anyway? The sun is the major source of living energy on earth. Everything evolves around the sun not the other way around.

so they rode out west to the seaside
and they gladly decided to stay
after two hours wandering outside
ooh the sea air drove them away, yeah

The best thing in the day is crawling back to your cribs and having short nap. Surely you are exhaustedly tired after a long day in the water. Besides, it gives you soothing effect that makes you nodding of easily.

and what is so wrong with voicing a doubt when I'm on my own
it's perfectly fine to sleep in a chair
from Monday 'til Saturday
and what is so wrong with talking out loud when I'm all alone

The best thing in the night is lying on your sarong on white sand and gazing at the sky. The vast pitch dark sky is a huge contrast to the stars. You can see them glowing, I mean really shine, in the night. Nope, not a single significant contribution from artificial lights here.

what's so wrong with reading my stars
when I'll be in the lavatory
and what is so wrong with counting the cars when I'm all alone

The next best things are the dream pop music they play, the couch in the living room, your room with a view, the breeze in the coconut trees, free flow of internet connection, the friendly hello, your flip flops, your swimsuit and the beer.

All the best are here, in the Sundays Inn.
Or in my vivid imagination.

you're not the only one that I know
and I'm too proud to talk to you anyway

You’re Not the Only One I Know – The Sundays

Stars in His Eyes

Boy: “How do you know he loves you?”
Girl: “I just knew. He has stars in his eyes everytime he looks at me”
Boy: “I see.”
Girl: “I can not lie. You can see stars in my eyes if I am a bit too excited. About something. Or someone.”
Boy: “Yeah, I see it everytime you talk about works.”
Girl: “You did?”
Boy: “Yeah, it is obvious. And do you stars when I look at you?”
Girl: “No.”
Boy: “No?”
Girl: “I see a rainbow.”

That Rockaway feeling

I can feel it’s ending. That Sundays, when everyone rushed to the beach just because we had unseasonably warm weather in late September, ...