a good moment

I'm having a really good day (well, actually I'm having a really good moment which makes even the bad stuff seem good - like almost drowning in the big surf this morning and getting all banged up on the rocks on the way back in, and the Kiwi whose board I'd borrowed being really concerned...
about his board! And before that I lay on my bed with the heat and humidity pressing me into the bed, pressing my thoughts into dark places of futility and inertia.)

But now I've just had a filling yummy meal of rice and vegies under a tarp on a plastic seat with the rain making rivers all around. A small bowl of water was placed in front of me. I just ignored it because I'd had already got a spoon and fork. But then I remembered how much fun it is to eat with your hands (hand, singular, the right one to be more specific) so I got stuck in. And I didn't care if I didn't do it just right or whatever. (Although I did remember one bule (boo-lay = Westerner) telling me that in India you are judged on your sophistication by how close you can keep the rice to your finger tips (wonder what they think of rice in the armpit).

And now I'm just sitting on a bus which is crawling for passengers. I'm off to Bandung! (where I lived in '01 and '02) I rang the place where I first stayed to arrange a room to stay in. It was funny speaking to the old landlady after all this time. She said most of the uni students I knew had moved away, but oh well. I think I'll go and hire a motorbike and go into the mountains and swim in the hot springs.