Now that seven weeks have passed, it’s time to write another story about my UK journey. I promised myself to journal more often. As much as I enjoy it (well, I try to like it anyway), it has been a bit tough. The clock is ticking, and it feels like I just arrived yesterday. I …

When I stepped my feet for the very first time in London, I was vibrant. The fatigue of a seventeen-hour flight from Bali to London plus another five-hour layover in Hong Kong International Airport was soon dismissed by the excitement. I looked around and was mesmerized by the fact that I would start my new …

“Penjaga warung         : Mau beli apa? Orang Bali                   : Minyak gas ada? Penjaga warung           : Maksudnya? Sampean mau beli minyak atau gas?”   Penggalan cerita di atas merupakan cerita tentang orang Bali yang pertama merantau di daerah lain. Tidak jelas diingatan saya siapa yang menceritakannya kisah kocak tersebut, tetapi selalu membuat saya tersenyum sendiri ketika …

  “You are a lucky bastard!” exclaimed my friend when I got a job at an international school in Bali. Even more so, when I traveled to Papua and the U.S. for free as all expenses were paid by my American friend. My friend kept wondering why I was so lucky. Honestly, the term ‘a …