• Travel Journal

    Travel Journal: My Sole Mate

      I remember following him. We were in Yogyakarta for the first time and didn’t have a proper map to guide us. I said I wanted to go to a coffee shop I found on the Internet. I forget what it’s called. Some pretentious name that sounded like National Cafe or something. It’s ridiculous. And so we walked for miles, with him leading the way. Not admitting that we were lost. My feet were starting to hurt as I struggled to keep my sandals on. Motorbikes and becaks whizzed past us. I’m pretty sure one almost ran over my foot. The drivers were unapologetic. They were too busy ferrying people…