Tropical Fruit & Gasoline 🥭⛽️

Some Rhyming, Innit?

Ubud, February 2024

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In the realm of spices, smiles, and scorching sun,  
Where spirits reign, chaos never undone,  
Scooters in the streets, a wild melee,  
Amidst the honking horns, we find our way.   

Friendly locals with warmth in their gaze,  
Guiding us through the Indonesian maze.  
Their smiles, like beacons in the air,  
Easing the burden of the heat we bear.   

But oh, the humidity, a relentless foe,  
Each step a sauna, each breath, a blow.  
Yet amidst the sweat, the heat's cruel jest,  
We forge ahead, on this steamy quest.   

Spicy food ignites our taste buds aflame, 
In each dish, a flavorful, fiery game. 
With every bite, a new sensation to claim, 
In this culinary paradise, we find our aim.   

Rice terraces cascade, a sight to behold,  
Where emerald greens and gold unfold,  
In their tranquil embrace, stories untold,  
A moment of respite, from the heat's stronghold.   

And in the depths, where sea turtles roam,  
A world unseen, a watery home.  
Graceful and serene, they glide and play,  
In the ocean's embrace, knowing their way.   

So here's to the land, where contrasts blend, 
In chaos and beauty, our journey's end. 
In Tropical Fruit and Gasoline, we transcend, 
A quirky, engaging tale, from start to end.  

 … 🥭 ⛽️  

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