What are the chances you will make your way to tour Tanjung Pinang, Indonesia? I hope you do, but if it seems unlikely, this blog post will give you a taste of this friendly, off-the-beaten-path city of Indonesia.
As it turns out, Andrew doesn’t need a new wife because his wife is good as new. How? It’s magic, I tell you. And, now I know the foolproof method for avoiding calamity in the future. If only I can keep Uh-Oh’s one simple rule evicting ghosts and avoiding all manner of back pain.
Source: Wife Good as New
The remainder of the passage was thankfully easy and the approach to Tanjung Puting hinted at the promise of interesting explorations. But, by the time we have our anchor down, I am beset with back pain. I crawl into bed and don’t get out. There is howling, and wailing,
Source: A New Wife?
“You realize we are set to cross the equator again in this passage?” Captain Andrew asks me as we ready Sonrisa for sea. Over the course of two weeks in Belitung, Captain Andrew’s navigation plans were made, revised, made again, revised again. Input from other sailors open th
When I let her, the wise part of me (Judith) is graceful at soothing high emotions and sorting out the crux of an issue. She knows it takes time to let things boil up, but she can always get the tea leaves to settle out. Once all these wily parts of me feel acknowledged and heard, my internal stri
In my most stubborn fashion, I refuse to give my warring factions any more time or attention. They are ruining my trip, all of them. Why can’t I just live in peace and contentment like a normal person (I.e. Andrew)? “Fake it until you make it!” I always say. If I pretend to be peaceful and conten
What do you do in those times you find you are at war with yourself? I find exercise and distraction can be a soothing balm. So, as soon as Sonrisa’s anchor has settled in, Andrew and I head to shore to explore town. We find a long stretch of beach with restaurant after restaurant in a row, frien
Age 6: I dreamt about writing stories other people enjoy reading. (I also hoped to become a garbage person, maybe that is next.) Age 18: I wanted a degree in psychology. Age 20: I decide to become a lawyer. Age 21: I made a list of qualities I wanted to find in a person to love, marry, and with
Source: Over-Thinker Gone Rogue
“This is our last day in Kumai.” Andrew tells Madi. We must up anchor tomorrow, and as usual we are sad to leave our new friends. “Oh, yes, when will you be back? Later?” Madi asks. Andrew and I smile a little smile together, our amusement about the vague use of the term “later.” “Next tim
As the week goes on, we feast on lunches made by Madi’s wife on a single diesel fuel burner. These people have their fried tofu technique down pat. I help make sambal, the spicy Indonesian pepper paste, and Madi’s wife and mother laugh at my strange pepper crushing technique.&
Source: Friendships Are Made Over Food