indo adventure - day 15: homeward bound
last day in indonesia
This morning, Rana — the driver who spent two days with me in Ubud nearly two weeks ago — texted to ask if I needed a ride to the airport tonight. He remembered when I was leaving. I hadn't asked him to remember. He just did.
I've felt more genuinely connected to the Indonesians I've met on this trip than to any of the Westerners — with maybe one or two exceptions. Though I'm aware enough to hold that lightly: most of the Indonesians I met were working for businesses I was patronizing. Kindness was, at least in part, their job. That doesn't make it less real, but it complicates the feeling.
Seminyak is easier than Canggu. Whether that's because it actually is, or because I arrived braced for it, I'm not sure.
I walked down to the beach and watched the waves at Seminyak. They break differently here than in Sumbawa — faster, more urgent, peeling right with a kind of intensity that made me want to understand why. More energy in the swell? Currents? Shallower reef at a different angle? A week ago I wouldn't have known to ask the question, which feels like something.
Rana is picking me up at 9. I fly to Tokyo at midnight, then a 12 hour layover, then Logan, a bus, then HOME.
I’m coming boys!
