So you made it. From a start through some of Amsterdam finest Coffee Shops you arrived in south east Asia. Rucksack, hiking in mind, knowing the weirdos are all around just as in Amsterdam, but anyway.
You sit there. Batik fucking local shirt, proper boots, some black military pants, being obviously a karaoke version of John Rambo including the 6 on 3 mil Mohican, so they stay off and soap only does it, but period.
Then....in a bar a bit off the hotties and tattooed and Gs, shortly before the hike starts ... these guys come in.
English maybe. Anyway, but they kick it off believing you don't get a single word of their both perfect German. Drown it and walk. Change plan. Believe the Omen and do that instead:
because fuck it even Chinese people exist having learned that pronunciation better then you. Landau level!
#cortomaltese #cyberpunkcoltoure
#wasnovillage
PS: I might figure their faces when being told to just stay on their side of the bay instead of building a bridge. San Francisco was burned down, here, it was people like them and now we all got daddy issues all around.
That's mine. I am just more on the pretty side like my mum. I look naturally kind.
PS: Bali Batik...
Hippi Batik...
You mixed that up, right?
