Post Script, Seririt, February 6, 2000
Two months in Indonesia and this is the first journal entry in this trip. This entry is written as a reflection to the events the day before. Kalanganyar, my village in Bali, remains as an undisturbed little village. Away from the hum and dust of big businesses around the world.
I had a nice and long conversation with my uncle, Pak Ketut Suwela, and my aunt, Mek Ketut Suwati. We talked about many things, about living overseas, about work, about Jakarta, and about romance. I may be guilty of thinking about things too much. At the same time, I know there's probably little I can do. That's why I wrote that little phrase above.
These two months have been both dramatic, but it is also bland. What started as a one-month visit now turns into a trip of an uncertain ending. It began with a visit to Jogja, now with no news about my visa paperwork, this is turning into, to me, a rollercoaster trip. This refers to the relationships here and the news about my return to Detroit.
On a positive note, I found myself running around like I was still in Detroit. For God's sake, this is Bali. So, I promised myself not to worry too much about schedules, nor places, nor people to visit, but just to try to flow with the pace of life here.
The house in Seririt is a nice little house. It is comfortable and equipped with the amenities of a modern house. I could just arrive there and in 15 minutes I set up the house to be livable again. It is quite convenient, considering that this house still is my family's outpost in Bali, being vacant most of the time.
After cursory visits and inspections of both people and places, I am off to Denpasar. My mission seems to simply revolve around "cursory" visits and inspections, but along with that, I get to stay at Shanty's (the bro's in-laws) home and definitely some surfing and swimming fun (I hope).
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