While I was busy not blogging, I was making the most of life in Indonesia and Thailand. From teaching Kindergarten to laying in the sun to wrecking my motorbike to staring at beautiful men, I was living right.
But, in no particular order, over the last six months…….
An Australian, an Englishman, an American, and a Swiss-alian used a small coffee shop called Kopi Desa as their living room.
Mirjam and I got paid in Bananas. She taught our Kopi Desa mom how to make potato salad. I just photographed the process.
The Gili Islands were beautiful.
A building was always watching me.
Buddha hid under a tree.
Leo played guitar.
I met another weird American and her name was Sarah AND I actually liked her.
These people became my family.
A boat went down the river in Bangkok.
The sun came up in Bangkok.
I peed in this toilet on a shaky old train going through the mountains of Thailand.
This Kiwi disguised as an Australian dude didn’t wear shoes or a shirt…and he still got service.
I took a selfie.
I ate 1 cockroach and a few grasshoppers.
I got some life advice from a toilet stall door.
A man held a Blowfish and a Chinese tourist was a fool.
There were many lily pads.
Jo and I became floating heads.
There were many ceremonies.
I peed AND showered here.
I slept here.
A monkey stole a water bottle.
There was a secret door.
Roosters hung out in baskets. They would later go with my host family’s Grandfather to cock fights.
Jo died, we took her body to a natural hot spring with us, and played Weekend at Bernies. (Jo didn’t actually die)
Mirjam and I rode bicycles around an entire island. (it was only 7km total)
A sneaky pirate ship floated in the sky.
5 women laid in a bed on the beach and drank a martini.
I haggled on the price of a bracelet with a 4-year-old.
I gave said child a high-five.
These gorgeous children attacked me with paint.
I got bullied.
I played duck-duck-goose and lost.
I taught the most beautiful children in the world.
No, seriously the MOST beautiful kids.
A portrait was drawn of me that resembled an ugly man with a bad haircut and mustache.
Another portrait was drawn of me that resembled Edward Scissorhands.
I got up at 5am and took a ride on this skinny boat.
It was worth it.
Yep, TOTALLY worth it.
2 volcanoes erupted while I was in Indonesia….kids were going to school.
Did I mention I got attacked?
I ate the most amazing ribs ever prepared, got thanked in every language, and saved lives. (if you’re ever in Bali, go to Cupit BBQ)
I got adopted by my Bali Mum. She’s the one on the far left.
Also, a South African, a Swiss-alian, an Englishman, and an American walked into a bar….
Also, did I mention I taught the most beautiful children in the world?
IN THE WORLD.
Things got weird.
A man carried sticks.
Xmas came and went.
American Thanksgiving was observed thanks to my English and Swiss-alian friends.
These people also became my family.
Volunteers got bored.
This woman rocked a GIANT hat.
I ate some dang Thai food.
I lived in what appeared to be a giant computer background.
I returned to the US and saw my little brother.
I received a belated Xmas present. (Santa brought me a Nice Jewish Guys calendar. Awesome.)
Summary- You should be jealous of the last six months of my life.