It's like coming home to familiar ways. After the stress of the past days, that can fail at any one time, the hair, finally I land in Indonesia. Suddenly, the Indonesian composure reduces hherüger about me and forms a protective shield of the soul.
While in Germany was: deadlines and time pressure, suffer up to: That remains to be done no matter how, it says in Indonesia: Pelan Pelan (slow). Fight against it to do is, from the beginning doomed to failure anyway, and makes no sense. So it fits on easily and recognize the salutary effect of these two little words. Because it means nothing else than simply breathe deeply!
That was at the airport in Denpasar. A taxi driver offers me his cell phone and leaves me completely without a cheat to me for the fare to the hotel, I ask about his cell phone from Oliver. It is Idul Fitri - the highest Islamic holiday. That is Muhammad's armies to leave. Like ants they are over populated by the local German Hotels ago distribute the ureingeborenen Australians from the beaches and fill soon the whole town. Oliver has used this small but cute hours to find hotel. Since I know Indonesia, I feel right at home. German tourists probably would not move, which probably contributes to the well-being ...
... to be continued
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