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For
the previous trips, the last day is usually gloomy and boring.
Thoughts were "back" in the dreaded reality of
the boring Sillypore and the banal office. This time it
was slightly different. Not to say that I was eager to get
back to office, but the last day of the trip simply didn't
felt so bad after all. It was probably because of the close
proximity of Shenzhen and Bali with regards to the time
period. I also realised taking these short trips were tiring.
Well, it's nice to hang around in some remote place for
a couple of days before coming back for the comforts of
home. Maybe, or just maybe, this isn't really the way forward.
I believe I know what is going on and soon will have an
answer. Be it 2, 20 or 200 years later. I don't know how
it is going to look like, but I will see the light at the
end of tunnel eventually.
Perhaps
we are all dead till we are on the road. This leads to the
next question: when will I be alive again?
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The
background looks like an ordinary car park, but it was really
the original site where bombs "fell" on Paddy's
Pub, Kuta. There's always a start and an end to everything.
Love will rise, love will fall, hate will rise, hate will
fall.... And it goes on and on. |
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Bb (my ex) was
doing the complimentary breakfast at the New Arena Hotel.
We had the most usual of the usuals breakfast in Indonesia.
The authentic Nasi Goreng and Mee Goreng (made from Indomee,
an instant noodle giant in Indonesia). |
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Look at
the traffic sign in the background denoting someone crossing
the road. Then look at the group of people crossing the
road. Insensitive humor do help in some ways. |
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Me at
Hard Rock Cafe, Bali. The statement on the wall used to
be my signature in Lonely Planet thorn Tree forum. I still
agree with it fully. |
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Morning
at the Kuta beach. The drink and massage stalls were there,
the tourists have not. It was low tide anyway, I guess. |
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Pp and
Bb (my ex) in New Arena Hotel, posing for a photograph before we
leave Bali. |
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I am on
the road again... back home. The backpacker with his bottle
of beer. |
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In a taxi
heading for Bali Airport (Rp20k), which was really cheap
indeed. The driver were blasting "Sway" by Micheal
Buble in the cab, while he kept repeating that the fare
was cheap. Strange guy. |
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Bb (my ex) waiting
for the flight back to Sillypore, in Ngurah Rai Airport.
It was full of Farangs. Enough said. |
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Ok, this
is not Bali. Instead, we were on the MRT back home in Sillypore.
Tired and perhaps thinking of work tomorrow, the trip was
ok really. Though I wondered whether we will have the chance
to revisit again, as of what we always feel immediately
after a trip. |
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