palau bintan

Indonesia. I'm sitting in an absolutely stunning location. The only sounds are an occasional moto passing by and our host chopping wood for today's barbecue fires. The 7:00AM sun smashes into the blue water, the wooden bungalows, the sandy beach shoreline, making the palm trees turn an almost flourescent green. A fisherman glides gently through the swath of glimering sunlight that widens as it nears the horizon. A place like this, like Palau Bintan, like and island untouched by the hurry of the world; a place like this, where the savory sea air ruffles the thatch on your roof, where the nearest suypermarket is 50km of shimmering water away; a place like this makes me feel poetic, reflective, spritual, and altogether alive.