My night your morning...back to Indo we go...

One of my offices in Indonesia...nice huh?

View down the beach...

Cold shower anyone?

Mr. Lobos "hut/shady shack" where he was passed out on the bench

"Asep" chillin with Dr. D, rollin' with the IPOD on...nice....

Thus the term "Lap Top"? with a friend reading my every other word...too funny...

Asep...rocking to the IPOD...(don't ask me how many times he made me re-take the picture, haha

One of Mr. Lobos six kids...the youngest, "Aldo" or was it "Jesse" (so American) and all of 9 years old...adorable...

Seriously?...wow, huh?

"Can I have some of these fish?"

What do you really think of my swim trunks?

"Two Handed" and with a cigarette no less...

Serious "fishing"....

First Glimpse up from the IPOD...at the Fisherman Returning...

Lovely net around my bed....

Me and Mr. Lobo (ok, Mr. Lobo and I, dad)...c/o of Dylan's lovely self portrait

Mr. Lobo, is running for some part of parliament...then as he says, "Computer Enhanced Photo"

The Man himself, Mr. Lobo:

View looking at some of the beach huts:

Greetings Friends and Family...so, some of you actually want to hear about the rest of the Indo trip...ok, ok..here goes the second to last chapter...

continued:

The evening /night of my final stay in Bin Tan…what a day…some great fun…alone with my thoughts used to be a scary lonely place, though now…it is a place of peace…to relish…like the warm sun beaming down on me…warming my soul…

Step into the crazy mind of one "Dylan"....

I sat on the beach, listening to the waves, snapping a lot of pics…then, I gazed up and saw some fisherman coming in on there boat..(see pics of fisherman)…all of a sudden…they are anchoring…or making a valiant effort in this regard anyway…finally, they are anchored…I can’t help cure the curious in me, perhaps they are used to it, so I walk out… and watch them unload their catch of fish for the day…(see pictures of the men carrying fish, the fish in the sand at low tide, the view of low tide in Bin Tan and the man who probably asked if he could have a few of the smaller ones and threw them into his bucket as a happy man)…fish after fish, I didn’t think I would actually exchange words with them politely, shoot, I didn’t even know if they would speak English, not everyone does in Indo as opposed to Sing (for Singapore) where English is the first language….all pleasantries of course…for who wouldn’t be proud of this catch…you count, I don’t recall…perhaps a mackerel, or a tuna? I have no idea…some good Maui did for me in the fish department; as much as I didn’t think I would speak to these kind people, I didn’t think the smell of the fish would soon become so poignant/powerful and nearly overwhelming...not to worry…but they are dead fish, what did I expect, a rose?

No…not really, but wow, what a sight…all of a sudden a man comes up with his bucket as though he attempt at fishing was not as fruitful and appears to ask if he may have some of the smaller ones…they oblige him, he smiles and begins to fill up his bucket with the little fish..smiling..he continues with the intent of dinner perhaps?

Not a worry, I watch this for a while…and turn my gaze to the beach… and back to the hut where Mr. Lobo may still be asleep, who knows…I say may because earlier in the day, he arranged for me to have an Indonesian massage (now I know what some of you lovely people are thinking…not that kind of massage)…by this very traditional Indonesian older lady (probably the only the pic I didn’t take, but I think I got it somewhere later..I will check and if it is there, it will be posted)…

So…massage arranged, into a hut I go…shorts on, shirt off…soon the smell of a peppermint like massage oil on my body with the healing hands of what must be years of experience rubbing away my tired mind…within minutes, I am fast asleep…side note…I don’t know if I have told you this, but for me anyway, and I don’t know if it is b/c I am a chiropractor, chatty or what or all, you guys can form your own opinion and typically do just that anyway, BUT,…I can NEVER (ok, once or twice) fall asleep when I get a massage…not the case this time…my body is so sleep deprived and having worked 10 - 12 hour days for 10 days straight, I succumb to the healing hands, just as I did the night before to the sound of the waves and as I will shortly again…sleep…I awake during the massage only recall being asked to turn over then in a blink…I am out again…like a light switch…fast asleep like a baby…I am still not sure how much time has passed…the massage was only an hour per one Mr. Lobo (see picture, he is running for Parliament too, quite the guy…impressed he is too that my son is adopted, thinks we must be some “special people”…I tell him my son is the special one and we are the lucky ones…; perhaps more on that conversation later…

I awake from my massage…therapist is long gone..I am in a daze…bearings not certain at best…first the sound of the waves…then the sight of the mosquito net (see sample pic of my room of he bed with the net) and then I realize…I am here in Bin Tan…having just had a great massage…now rested, I stumble out…ever so gracefully of the hut…very relaxed, not sure if I want to go back to sleep, eat or what to do…so back to the hut to find Mr. Lobo and extend my thanks for arranging this massage ($20 Singaporean dollars for the hour…perhaps 15 USD?)…funny thing…and I should of…(a word not in my vocabulary too often anymore)…taken his pic…as he is fast asleep in the common area hut bench..out like I was perhaps moments earlier…so, stumble back to my new residence…

Back at my new residence: where I have a little broken English chat with Mr. Sularto and "Asep"…who is very fascinated with the color of my eyes, my lovely nose…so funny…as US people, we can be so critical of ourselves…just amazing…what we view as something we may not be pleased with, others view as something fascinating, if not an attractive quality…thus my point of not really being so concerned with things of days past…in that department, sure, I don’t want to go to work (if you want to call it work) dis-sheveled, but, I no longer am too concerned about what others may think perhaps as much as I may have used to been, perhaps I this is only for now…but I don’t think so, time will tell, it always does, doesn’t it?

So, now here I am in my bed…mosquito net covered…freshly showered from the lovely day (and by the way, not one to be "editing" my own stuff, but I now officially don't care for the lingering smell of peppermint oil and "Au De Dylan"); granted hot water would have been a luxury (see pic of shower and bedroom) and yes, it was butt freezing cold…but, it was the thought of my lovely odoriferous self keeping me up at night…or a shower…I chose the shower and am glad I did…tomorrow is Wednesday the 28th…the spa is not open until the 29th…as Les is still in Bali for the rest of the week…and the spa is closed…regardless…I work again on Thursday and Les calls it a half day…translation: 11am to 7pm…one thing in my schedule has been established thus far..Singaporeans work much more than we would even contemplate…

I have no problem with this right now, perhaps why I saw so many people in the first ten days…perhaps 75? I am not sure…but a lot…that for now, my “new days off’ according to my friend Les include Sunday and a half day during the week, I get to decide…I am thinking Thursday as the spa is busy on the weekends/Monday and Thursdays were my days off in the states…ahh, the states, becoming such a distant memory, like LA traffic…or at least driving in it…it can stay a memory as far as I am concerned…at least for now…

As Tim McGraw writes in his song, “Live like you were Dying”…”become a friend like a friend you would like to have”…yes, I am listening to my Ipod…how did you guess, “what would you do if you could it all again” a thought I chose not to have and instead, chose to “do it now” or as Nike says, “Just do it”…yes,, quite profound prior to my nights end…but Morgan will tell you…traveling changes a person…you get to experience life…to live it, perhaps now why I understand why he is always so philosophical about things…I get it now…I didn’t before, but I do now…thanks cousin…you have shined a light for me that now shines bright within…and I only hope I can help to turn that same light on a person, I really do my cousin...

So, last story prior to the end of what is surely turning into a novel…surely…ahh, the chill of the shower has come back for a moment…ok..where was I…Tim McGraw, right? OK, Asep has stopped by my room to ask if I am eating…immediately fascinated with my Ipod, he is now listening to it, changing songs…now asking if it I leave to Singapore tomorrow and since I do, can he have my Ipod as my parting gift..I tell him I will bring him one next time, of course he asked me if “I promise”….I reply “Yes, of course…” and perhaps I will, why not…I will be back, not if, but when…it is a short ride from Singapore to here and yet so very inexpensive (about 30/per night in Sing dollars…haha..he is now perplexed with my plum seed (or in Maui, rock salt plum/Li Hing Mui, haha) as I used to eat as he tries one and is immediately shocked at the sour taste it has put in his mouths…perhaps as he is trying to read over my shoulder…I only hope he does understand it, but he eyes are fixated on the screen, more fascinating with my typing then perhaps what I am typing….he says with hand gestures…my fingers move so fast…I do not think he can read it, but you can’t help but wonder; he is fixated on the screen as I hammer away at this…haha, wearing my IPOD, Tim Mcgraw was playing when I handed it to him, I only wonder when it will change to some lovely hip hop song that shocks him out of the room, haha…wait, now he hears Faith Hill and asks if it is Shania Twain…no I reply, it is Faith Hill, the wife of Tim McGraw…(how does he even know Shania Twain? If these people had any idea how music can reach places other things can't, wow) he says it sounds like her (again, really, sounds like her? how does he know this?)…

Fne..alas..reading over my shoulder eyes gazed over my computer screen, he has finally realized I am writing about him…he is laughing…perplexed at what in the world I would be so fascinated by…as he is fascinated at how fast my hands move without looking for the letters to type..obviously he understands some of this…just not all perhaps…he is enjoying reading about what I write about this moment perhaps…nonetheless, again, eyes, fixated on the screen understanding only what I explain to him about the things we discuss, from Tim McGraw to my Ipod he wants as a gift;…to his new found fascination with my blackberry cell phone and the instant messaging capability…

I am getting tired…how exactly do I tell him this I wonder…hmmm…more on that later I suppose…but for now…as I was about to say my last little story…since my arrival…I was served the best Pineapple and have asked for it whenever I can, it is soooooo good…so, I head back to Lobos, to ask one more time prior to returning home to type this…his wife serves me a platter of pineapple so large, Aidan would be in heaven…I am…it is gone in a blink…as am I in a minute…(see pic of pineapple, self pic of me and Mr. Lobo who with the next pic of apparently running for some form of parliament..nice work on his photo with photo shop huh Morg? Haha…this is tells me “computer fix photo…I can’t help but laugh…Politics is global, image is still something perhaps…but again, I am an American in Indonesia, perhaps no better time to say one is “from Hawaii” when you have a President named in Obama…haha..never did I think I would say this aloud/much less to myself…such is our world…

Ok my friends and family..for now good night…I wish you all love, happiness and the chance to seize your day…live your life and share your love….until next time…it may be soon it may be days but it is coming (ok, I can’t help but laugh…Ludacris is now playing on the IPOD and he asks me if it is Will Smith…haha..granted it was actually Usher and Ludacris…and here comes U2..this should be an interesting night…

Until next time…goodnight my friends and family…goodnight…

much love, Dylan (or in Indo “mister doctor”)….

PS: My cousin Kristen Rocks all of you!!! xoxox cuz...xoxo cuz!! and you ALL KNOW WHY!!! hahaha