Malam hari setelah perayaan Galungan, warga desa Pengastulan bergairah. Ini adalah hari di mana keriaan akan mengisi desanya yang lenggang. Saat pemuda-pemudanya yang merantau pulang ke kampung halaman, saat kawan-kawan masa kecil akan kembali dijumpai, saat sanak famili kembali berkumpul dan saling bercengkerama. Sebuah perayaan… Read More
Quiet really is the new loud. Twosocks and I are spending three days in Sekotong, a coastal area in the western part of Lombok, where we’ve been spending hours after hours just literally staring at the infinite changing shades of blue in the brilliant sky… Read More
We were desperate. The four of us enjoyed basking in the glory of the beautiful ruins of Roman temples in Agrigento under the kind Sicilian springtime sun a little too much. Actually, scratch the ‘a little’. We just missed the last bus that would take… Read More
“The more I think about it, the more travel tales seem like love stories.” Twosocks was sipping his cup of Aceh Gayo with much fervor while I talked a mile a minute, as usual. That last sentence caught his attention, however. He put down his… Read More
The Dusty Sneakers 