Spicy notes from a journey.
Bitácora: or more precisely, cuaderno de bitácora, is the log book in which sailors write down atmospheric and astronomical observations, as well as any notes worth mentioning about the journey.
Curry: a mixture of spices.
Bitácora + Curry = Bitácurry
Saturday, December 15, 2012
The Flip Flop Fiasco
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Petronas Towers. Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
They first came into my path in the streets of
Bangkok.Now, two years later, the
thunderous downpour of the northern monsoon sweeps away the memories of these
two partners in the journey of self-discovery, re-definition and plenty of
"The Vortex Of This Rage"
A couple of years of trials and tribulations
followed.An ongoing struggle to
find what once was but no longer is.Strong shouts to slow down and wake up.Wake up from the nightmare of manufactured consent and
submission to the rulers and overlords of our intellects and imaginations.
A tiny quanta of light emitted by seemingly
miniscule efforts illuminated the path out of the downward spiral of what is
expected.I found some light concentrated
by photosynthesis and hanging brightly off of the branches.I have nurtured this light with
the sweat on my forehead and my two feet firmly on the ground.Only a few millimeters of rubber kept
me from slipping down the slippery slope of conformity.
My inseparable companions.I almost retired them to my closet
before finding out I was coming back to South East Asia.They needed to come full circle with me,
get back to where they once belonged.
After a couple of sleep filled days and sleepless
nights thanks to a 12-hour shift of my reality I set out to explore Kuala
Lumpur.Among the first things on
the agenda are replacing the old road warriors with a worthy successor.I walk away from a pair because they
are too expensive.Mind you, the
originals were 69 Thai Baht (~$2.50) and these were 14.90 Malaysian Ringgit
In my mind linger thoughts of attachment countered
by the excitement of new beginnings.As this seemingly eternal struggle carries on the past liberates me from
its comforts. SNAP!!!The right
wing of my freedom fighters breaks of.I wave of laughter ensues as I realize that life has resolved the
dilemma for me for a change.It is
time to move on, time for a new adventure.
As a tribute to the fallen fighters here are some
of their last instances by my side.
And in case you were wondering, I was barefoot when I took these photographs.