Upon landing in Bangalore, I could only thought of bookshops. There is of course my beloved Blossoms, which I eagerly introduced to my travel companion. He was as excited as I was when I first discovered Blossoms. We spent two hours in the three-story book… Read More
A day after he flew to Paris, I found the copy of Kama Sutra that was meant for him. He is a friend, a good friend. A friend who went under the flyovers of Jakarta with me to get an up, close, and personal look… Read More
I stumbled across this piece of wisdom, scrawled on the wall of a hostel’s toilet by a traveler with a knack for philosophy, during my break from Manuel Castells and Alain Touraine[1]. As a person who happens to despise motivational speakers, inspirational quotes, or popular… Read More
Hampir setahun sejak saya dan Gypsytoes bertualang sendiri-sendiri. Ia berjalan dan menari di pojok-pojok Eropa yang eksotis sementara saya melihat matahari terbit di sudut-sudut Indonesia yang masih selalu memberi kejutan. Namun pada sore yang sejuk di awal bulan Agustus, kami bertemu kembali di sebuah tempat… Read More
The Dusty Sneakers 