Riding A Motorcycle Is the closest thing to Flying
A few years ago I walked into my doctor’s office holding my aching back. I suspected my pain was the result of the long motorcycle trip I had just returned from. I was anticipating that doctor H. would reprimand me for riding a motorbike. After examining me, he smiled and said: «Carl, riding a motorbike is the closest thing to flying. Just hold you body straight while riding. You see how the Montreal motorcycle police ride with their backs upright.»
From that day on, every time I get on my motorbike, I remember doctor H.’s words.
Indonesia is motorcycle Country
Rumah Teh Ndoro Donker
Forty-five kilometers north east of the city of Solo where I live with my wife is the hill resort of Tawangmangu on the slopes of Mount Lawu. It is a great place to go if one wishes to escape the city heat. Further up the slopes are the two temples of Candi Sukuh and Candi Ceto built in the 15th century. Nestled between the two temples is the town of Ngargoyoso where Andan and I rode the motorbike to the tea plantation and the «Rumah Teh Ndoro Donker». The tea house is in an old colonial building built next to the tea plantations. Andan and I enjoyed the locally grown green tea and of course I walked between the tea bushes to photograph the women working.
Thought of the day