I am not even sure if I can call what I have now, a life.
To be honest, I am getting sick of this city life. Is this what life is supposed to be, in a first world country?
I am thinking of a plan, to move to a relatively undiscovered beach, to run an eco-lodge, teach yoga in the morning, and raise a family, and live simply by the ocean. It is possible and I have seen people doing it, but yeah, I have a long way to go before I can make that a reality but hey, you guys are the first to read about me talking about this. I don't talk about it in person, because it seems like a foolish things to do, but yeah, I am working on this dream.
We came back from our trip to Makassar and Tanjung Bira, located in South Sulawesi, Indonesia, and the whole place was breathtaking. Very few tourists (V and his parents were the only foreigners there). Things were cheap. No malls, no tuk-tuk or transportation services at all. Our fancy bungalows were ours for $50/night, including breakfast, located right next to the beach. Each day, we were gifted a beautiful sunset, and had delicious meals cooked for us. Our beer and dinner tab ran up to $100 in total for 6 whole days (for the 2 of us) and we didn't remember the amount of beers we had. It was sweet.
We snorkelled and had the most magical experience, to see many blue giant bumphead parrotfish, lots of razorfish, pipefish and many other sea creatures. I have never had this much fun living on a simple island with very few amenities. It was really hard to leave on our last day, but I know that I'd love to come back again. By then, things would probably be more developed, but hopefully the beauty won't be lost, at least not for the next 2-3 years.
The everyday view right out of our bungalows.
The sunset by the beach, which belonged to us. No one else was there.
The Apparalang Cliff.
109 meter tall waterfall called Takkapala.
Malino tea plantation, where green teas are grown mostly for export purposes. 1500 meters above sea level.
I feel like the beach life has chosen me.
I can't wait to be back to travelling again. I don't particularly like my job, but I recognise the need to work to pay the bills and etc. In less than 2 weeks, I will turn 29 and you know, it is quite the age when I think about the big stuff and what kind of life do I want yadda yadda, and no, I really do not like where I am right now, living in such a busy city with almost no soul. High buildings and even higher egos and bullshit.
I want to do more, and I want to touch people's hearts. I want to meet people who care about their families, work hard and laugh from their bellies. They smile and they make you feel something, and not because they want you to buy this or that. In this island paradise, you can live with so little, and it will still be enough.