Category Archives: Travel

February 7, 1990 – Biak – Indonesia -Journal

September 11, 2024 – 4:08 pm

I woke up this morning to the muzzein calling out the morning prayer. He has a good voice. Strange for Islam to have conquered the world. The animists resisted until falling for Jesus. They must have like the nailed god. I sat on the teakwood veranda offering a fantastic view of Cenderawasih Bay, reading standard […]

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February 6, 1990 – Biak – Journal

September 11, 2024 – 6:34 am

Biak Yesterday I left Cousin Johnny in Honolulu. No more drinking at the Hotel Street bars. No more Femme Nuna Go Go. So far New York to Los Angeles Hawaii. I had picked up my Garuda tickets at Pan Express’ LA downtown office. LA-Honolulu-Biak-overland to Jakarta and then Sumatra-Singapore-train to Bangkok, where I’m meant to […]

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On the Ternate Star 1991

September 6, 2024 – 1:33 pm

1991 Early evening time Standing on the stern Of the Ternate Star Out of harbor Leaving behind the Spices Islands Nothing like it at all___ The silhouettes of Mount Gamalama and Kie Matubu volcanoes Smaller and smaller The scent of island’s famed cinnamon, durian, nutmeg, and cloves Fainter and fainter With every twist of the […]

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March 7 1991 – Palu – Journal

September 6, 2024 – 1:21 pm

Listening to the BBC this morning I heard General Schwartzkopf say, “Saddam promised us the mother of all battles. What he got was the mother of all defeats.” The Muslims called The Prayer woke me this morning. The roosters helped open my eyes. The overhead fan called the room slightly and I pulled back to […]

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Bobby B BADD

September 5, 2024 – 6:39 pm

Gather round my friends To hear a tale. About a young man__ No one knew so well. A drifter dropping off a southbound train. Happy to be anywhere But Laredo___ Bobby B BADD A beat-up black suit on a scarecrow body. A hundred and fifty-four pounds soaking wet He bent over to a trickling hose […]

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