you sir, have just provided me with more genuine fun,thrill,suspense, and laughter(mostly at the solar guy) than ive had in a long time!
f'n awesome to read your stories, see your pics, and hear about the lifestyle you are adapting to(quite well i might add!)
keep the stories and pics coming, it is TRULY INSPIRING!
cheers from Canada!
EDIT:you should REALLY REALLY be writing all this down physically somewhere, it would make an amazing book one day heck, even just stories for your son to one day read, his dad has sure been there and done that a few times over
Tell ya the truth a couple people have said that,, my wife put it best when she said "people like your stories because its just you writing about living and growing your smoke in an odd place, Its got bad grammer misspelled words worse puntuation even seen, if it were all arranged in a little package by the corperate world, edited, perfect spelling and no cool fotos,,, it would'nt be the same".
Welcome aboard shipmate, find yerself a berth below, report to the Master at Arms for yer duty assignment, chows at 18:00, theres rolling papers on the table.
Oh mannnnn Masa this adventure gets better and better!!!! I love coffee and the darker the better. Nothing like a nice espresso. I'm dying to know it must be better when you freshly harvest it?? Please keep this thread up through the bean harvest.
Tam wut up ??? coffee lover are ya ?? well stand by, my absolute favorite time of year is upon us, COFFEE HARVEST..
My wifes known from day 1 my drink of choice is coffee, morning noon , night, if I have a choice I'd like a cup of coffee, hot or iced , it dosent matter. When we were preparing to come here part of my "crap " was a seabag stuffed full of different coffees, as we traveled to get here I would buy more, a kilo here, a kilo there and each time my wife would just smile and say "ah more coffee good" me thinking shes encouraging my "travel bag of java" the whole time she knows what I was going to discover in a few more days,,,, lil vixen was playin me for sure.
As we travled she would ask about my coffee, and I know there were times when she was fukin with me, and other times she would ask if it was with the other stuff, showing genuine concern..
We were sitting on a wharf in Bali waiting for the last of many different forms of transportation that was to take us to the island we'd been on the move for 2 weeks, in and out of hotels planes ,,no trains,,, vans, buses, several forms of motorized 2 wheeled and 3 wheeled vehicles and now we're waiting for a boat, we have a small mountian of luggage piled up at the end of the dock, we're chillin in a shady spot at a cool little cantina, I'm havin a cup of coffee,, got a lazy hash buzz,, its early morning real quiet, only sound is the water splashing as it hits the dock, and the faint sounds and voices of a few fishermen getting ready to go out,,,,,,, all of a sudden my wife sits up and says "I dont see your coffee bag out there" (My left eye is flash burned to just seeing shapes now, she knows I cant see that far)
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT.
Any subtlety I might have had was now gone, Mr cool left the building and that "other guy" is here now, and he's on a mission, stomping his way down this rickty old wooden dock, got the whole thing shaking and swaying from side to side, any one in the area was now focused on me, and by all accounts could best be decribed as a wild animal.
I get about half way down the dock, first thing I see is my coffee bag, I turn around and head back ( mr cool has returned) as I get to the cantina my wifes got a teary eyed belly roll laff going on so hard she cant even speak,,,,,,,,,,,,,Lil bitch
I'd take that over lobster any day of the week...
Monster shrimp, and eat like lobs my biggest complaint with these guys is not having any nice butter, I like um in a sauce of soy, limes, and diced toms onions and garlic.