all shades of brown and white, peppered with black,
hot rain and many languages,
rocking to sleep on a boat as the rain falls gently on the river water.
a colorful indonesian (the 3rd I’ve seen outside indonesia my entire 27 years since leaving),
ballerinas and cocaine,
400 Dutch people dancing,
flamethrowers atop the bar
beers for breakfast as the sun rises at 5am on our way to dance on Sunday,
RUN DMT, house music,
a new friend, and another and another,
hope and not enough sleep and more rain with music, everywhere. tomorrow.