I'm here. I'm in Nias. I'm in Sorake. I'm hanging out with two French guys, and a French Canadian. The French guys have been traveling in Indo a lot. They are full of stories about feral surfing adventures, and stupid waves. It makes me want to do the same. I want to go out in the wild, and surf perfect waves with only my friends. I want it real bad.
They are going over to Bawa for a few days, maybe a few weeks. I want to go. I don't have a board. I want to buy a board, and go with them. But what is my motivation? Is it surfing? If so, I don't think I should go.
I found out that they build boats in Teluk-Dalam, and they also build boats in Bawa. I don't know where I should go.
I feel like it would be a good idea to go to Bawa. Jesus, I need you so bad right now. I need your guidance. I could get comfortable here. I'm not here to be comfortable, I'm here to find someone to help build boats(or so I thought).
This place is so beautiful. I want to learn Bahasa. I want to be able to speak to the Indonesian people. I feel somewhat removed from the vision, but I'm right in the middle of it.
Jesus, I need you. I need you now. I need you to be here with me. I want to enjoy you.
(Time passes, and I come back to writing)
I just went out and took a bunch of pictures. I love taking pictures of the children. The adults are a bit aggresive, and they've only known this way of life for so long. The children are innocent. They have a chance. A chance at what I don't know. Maybe they have a chance to know you. There are so many children in this country. There are children everywhere.
Why am I here?
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