I never really understood what it meant when my yoga teacher said to clear your mind and be present. During that time, my mind usually sounds like this: “How long have I been in this class? God, that guy next to me smells. Why don’t yoga people shower? This whole class smells like feet and nachos.
A thai man-boy with his penis hanging out? We headed off on a Malaysian nightclub adventure with our fabulous new friend William. We’ve been in Asia long enough to know that ‘nightclub’ really means ‘karaoke bar’ and includes high decibel soft rock renditions of Britney Spears. William promised us a “very good, have fun” night
Note: This post is about two very different concepts and at first may encourage you to grab a bite to eat. Don’t do that because the second part of this post may make you want to throw up. Also, if you’re a weak person, you may not like these photos. —– San Francisco has nothing
Ahhh! Salaam and good evening to you worthy friends, please come closer and listen to this incredulous tale of Indonesian intrigue, of mystery, of fleeting fame and yes, it’s all true. So we booked it out of Jakarta on business class train to Yogyakarta (Jog-ja), the cultural capital of Java. Happily we didn’t have to