and then there are days…
and then there are days in which after a smokey driving day through packed java you stroll down alleways with lots of singing birds
in where trickshaw drivers play chess while waiting for customers
and where there is an obsession with old (push and motor)bikes (those cool old non-cable break ones.. and the tall ones.. amaziing)
and you meet vespa riders who have a 700 member club , old restored vespas… and dont think wrong, this guys are not about ben sherman, target sign, and pop pins on their jumpers
they are riders,
and they made little red a set of new number plates (one less lie to policemen..no more fake outback number)
and they took me to where they restore them… and stayed the morning looking how they fixed and old lambrettino, seemed like good old mallorca mobylette times
and had wine and wine
and nice conversation about my stuck aura
and got a stroll on a vespa… seemed like caro diaro… only that the streets hmmm a bit different
and im up, very up and will be riding like this forever
but because not too much blog action and no pics yet
too keep your summer days going… (or winter…sorry melbs)
what indos sing to me….
what i felt like in jogya…
and where im going tomorrow…(jakarta reggae party today)
bsbsbbs
