Monkeys and men

The monkeys are a lot more gentle and tame than I’m used to in Bali, they are fed and looked after, but they are actually somewhat scared of humans, they walk and jump around as if we were actually not even there, but definitely keep a distance when you try to snap pictures of them or observe them. They don’t initiate contact or attack or try to sniff out food. Nice and safe. Just look at this guy with his best buddy 🙂

And I keep having these people-moments all the time, there are so many interesting long-term expats coming and going in our little garden restaurant here, and I enjoy listening, and maybe even talking, but socialising always makes me exhausted. But I really need it. Everyone has so many travel stories, and life stories, and book recommendations, and favourite places to share, and of course many are based in India, so that’s mostly a lot of new stuff for me. I’m a million miles now from Bali.

Some more pics from the same temple (Swayambhunath)

 

Complete randomness

Just a few photos I took during a daytrip.

My darling is finally here. But it’s like trying to keep the sun for myself. Even if I manage for a fleeting moment, I will end up burning and forever scarring my hands. How could I keep all the warmth of the sun? It’s consuming me. He belongs to everybody, his smile, boundless energy, positive vibe, reggae rhythm, all the joy and fun he can bring to people’s lives. How could I keep him all for myself, lock him up in my own little dim cage?

Now that I have dozens of puzzle pieces slowly fitting together, and what I believe is the truth about his life story…. maybe everything will make sense, I can slowly find the meaning of all the pain I went through in the past two years…. for a few moments of endless happiness. And I need to believe that it had to happen, there is a reason…. and I’m blessed that the sun was shining on me….