Today is the last day of the year. It's another day on the fabulous island of Gili Trawangan. Today I spent my day in two timelines. Most of the day in the paradise of the present. And for a while - measured by the grains of sand flowing from my palm - I got a taste of the past. At the end of the year, it's somehow inevitable. A slow walk around Gili Trawangan I live in the world of Lost Slippers. I saw a lot of lost sanda ...
I arrive in Gili Trawangan. 0.01% Indonesia, after a long journey, bargaining and sore muscles, I arrive on a small, yet huge island.
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