Cleaning up glass

In the grand scheme of things my life is pretty good but I just need to vent.

I’ve lived in my little room for over a year now. The whole time I’ve been here I’ve been thinking, ‘I must get some photos printed and framed to hang on the wall’. Finally, two days ago I went and ordered some.

I went and picked them up this morning and I was stoked with the result. I went across the road and bought some hooks. The hooks were quite big but I thought, ‘It’s ok, they’ll be behind the picture so I won’t see them’.

I got back to my place and I looked at the frames and the string at the back is quite stretchy so when I hang them the string will stretch beyond the frame and both hook and string will be visible once they’re hung.

So I thought I’d go and buy some hooks and maybe some kind of wire to replace the string. On my way to do that I went to check the beach.

I ride a very old motor scooter and ever since I bought it I’ve had problems with the starter button. I’ve had it fixed and replaced a couple of times but it always ends up breaking again. A few months ago I decided, ‘fuck it, I’m just going to kick start it whenever it breaks’. The starter button sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t so I’ve been kick starting it when it doesn’t.

I went to Sumatera a few weeks ago and I left my bike at the airport for 12 days. When I got back I couldn’t kick start it. I eventually got it running but ever since then I’ve been worried that my battery is fucked.

I took it to my mechanic yesterday and told him the problem and that I’m not sure if it’s the starter or the battery. He replied, ‘if it sometimes works and sometimes doesn’t, it’s the battery’.

I don’t like the guy though. Once he fixed a flat tire and a couple of hours later, in the middle of Denpasar, at night, on the way home from a stressful hospital appointment it went flat. I had to find a tambal ban and get it fixed again. So I was kind of like, mmmmmm ‘I dunno ’cause you didn’t even check the battery.’

This morning I took it to a different mechanic and they sprayed wd40 in the starter motor and told me to come back tomorrow if it doesn’t start again. Then they sent me on my way (Indonesia is so weird sometimes, I’m not even sure they were mechanics). Anyway, on my way back from the beach, I decided I really need to get it checked and replaced if need be.

So instead of going to buy the hooks, I stopped in at home to grab some more cash and stepped straight onto the fucking frames I had picked up this morning. I smashed the glass in two of them.

Then I went to another mechanic and they fixed my bike with a new fuse for $2.00.

I’m curious to know what will happen. Will my bike start tomorrow? Will I need a new battery? If I eventually need a new battery it means I should have just got one from the first mechanic and then I wouldn’t have stopped in at home to get more cash and stepped onto the frames.

Off to clean up some glass now.


Moving along

I left Bandung a little over a week ago. I flew to Singapore and spent a couple of days there eating palak paneer. I flew back to Bali and stayed for a week in the home-stay I usually stay in when I come over for holidays from Bangers. Although the home-stay is very cheap by western standards, on my measly Indonesian wage, it’s way too expensive, and so I found a little kos kosan up the road.

I was a little uncertain about moving into the kos. I looked at a cheaper option a little further up the road, and almost took it – but changed my mind. I felt it was too small, had essentials I don’t need (hot water and AC), and was missing things I felt were essential. I moved into my new little space a few days ago and it’s aces. It’s light, bright, and airy. It has a fan, high ceilings, lots of cupboards, a kitchen with a fridge, a stove, and a toaster!!! As soon as I realised I had a toaster, a fridge, and a stove I ran out and bought good bread and butter, hello vegemite breakfasts.

It just feels so right. I was planning to only stay a month and then moving closer to where I will be working (I start in July), but I  like it so much that I’m thinking I might commute (which may be hell – but I’ll give it a whirl).

I’ve been surfing and/or exploring most days. I plan to start an Indonesian language course soon, I’m going bike hunting today (currently riding a rental). It’s all so relaxing. I’m nervous about starting work in July but I’ll see how it goes.


I had said on FB and Instagram how I miss the sounds of the mosque in Bandung, but that it was nice that these types of offerings (below) are everywhere. Funnily enough, my new kos is next to a mosque so I get the best of both worlds : )



Sheep Ship

She glitters. Out on the horizon. Set off by the sun sinking softly. Clouds spitting, a spray of tangelo, ruby-red, and crimson – all thick and fat and fighting; excited and busted, gushing, broken-open, lusting. Biting one another. All over that fuck-off smash of a sky. Ship of death, ship of doom, leaking shit. A lanolin smear. A urine cloud. Hanging hot. Hanging heavy. Smudge of stillness. In the port.


boys with backs that’ll break you apart

photograph of a city at night taken from a plane

iii: You were so cold, he said, that day I saw you. I lay on a mattress on the floor, and watched him dance like a miracle. Taut black back, tattooed and twisting. Hips swiveling.

iv: Speeding through a morning’s dark, sharing sugary coffee. Toward the water we were always hurtling. Hurling ourselves. For  waves. For fish. For life. For the stars. To the stars we span.

v. Surprise visits and soft-lipped kisses from another lautan asmara. Milky chance I stole her dance. Just a boy to go bump in the night with.







Taman Hutan Raya and Lembang

There’s so many nice things to do on the outskirts of Bandung. I did a couple of nice trips; one to Taman Hutan Raya, which is a national park with loads of trees, caves, monkeys, and waterfalls, and then another trip to Lembang which has hot-springs. I got to wear a scarf to and from the hot springs because it was so cold – can you believe it? Indonesia in a scarf!