Dempasar airport / 11.01 am / waiting for Singapore departure.Three weeks in Indo. Twenty-one days without my phone ringing. Still connected to the net to update the blog and give some news to the ones I love. But pretty much far away from my ‘normal’ European world. Several times home sick but more times with a smile on my face, surfing, cruising, discovering amazing places, shooting faces, scootering hundred of miles across the islands. You reach the last day and, naturally, this one is almost perfect with killer surf, crazy sunsets and madness in the disco (…)
Yes, I’m glad to come home like every time I came back from any trips I’ve done. I’m not a “fuck I don’t want to come home”. Never been one. Going back is part of the trip, part of the deal. Does it mean I’m fed up tripping around the world? Fuck no. Already thinking about next destination, next flight, next city, next breathtaking mountain, next insane wave. The journey continues. Bring it on.