“What would people think and say about you at your funeral? What would be your legacy?”
When we embrace this kind of ‘local’, it doesn’t matter what accent people speak, as long as they communicate seamlessly. It doesn’t matter who eats what for lunch, as long as they can share their dining table. It doesn’t matter who enters or leaves, as long as the community maintains, shapes and keeps redefining their locals.
Somehow, I didn’t care about the menu mistakes, the #meh coffee and all the tiring talks about religions and politics in this trip, but that LOL with a stranger perfectly ended my trip to Kei Islands.
I consider myself lucky as I could share my life and my time with those people with whom I could be vulnerable and grow together. This trip gave me ways to proof and live it.
Twenty four hours was not enough to explore the City of Bengkulu, let alone the province. But twenty four hours was enough for me to say that I was inspired by a mix of worry, quirkiness, gratefulness, hatred, pride and acceptance. Life feels more present with a mix of these feelings; I felt alive too.
Very few – if any – people like to travel without itinerary, in uncertainty.
Journey to anew is always exciting as much as frightening. But, as you remember the Emperor’s last message to you, “Everyone can wander, but very few travels with a purpose.”
With a new understanding about #SilkRoute, I’m looking forward to return to Indonesia.
The air of creativity here was ‘polite, orderly and predicted.’ It was not bad, in fact, it reflected China a lot.
Winter wonder(slippery)land. Urumqi City from above. Cold.