It is quite hard indeed to leave certain places. Every once and a while I have trouble leaving my own apartment. Too comfortable. I'm too lazy. I know I can watch one more episode of Deadwood. It's raining. The Gilis are something similar to that. It is just quite easy to relax and allow the days to slip away when all you have to do is listen to the rhythm of the tides moving up and down the beach and smoke sheesha while looking for the Southern Cross (I am still not sure if I have seen it yet, but I think I have).
I have definitely become complacent in the last few days. Woken up when I wanted to (as long as the PA syste
m of the neighboring mosque is on mute), gone snorkeling when I wanted to (sea turtles are really quite cool) gone to sleep on the beach when I want to (which is about 75% of the time) eaten plenty of noodles and even bananas! However, I am starting to feel the tug again. Wanting to get out beyond this little tourist/backpacker paradise. Although I am very content to spend significant amounts of time in a single place, this place can seem like watching reruns after a while.So after today, it will be off to somewhere else (Makassar, or maybe Kalimantan or if ambitious onto Borneo in one hop). I don't think I will be sad to leave the place, but that lazing, relaxing person in me will probably feel a tinge of regret.
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I know the feeling--usually about August 20th in Maine. The days have run together, then the weeks. Just like the wildlife on the pond, I begin to get restless...
As a note to that, read "Wayfarers All", which is the ninth chapter of The Wind In the Willows. It describes such sentiments quite well.
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