Kris Kristofferson

I Travelled twelve hours each way to Malang, east Java to visit the factory last weekend over three days. We drove in formation with an infinite number of smokey trucker and inter-island ferry convoys in a cramped pick-up truck. I lost consciousness but was still awake if that makes sense. Maybe it was the curry and the diesel fumes baking my brain, or maybe it was the 8-song music loop, played at least 53 times each way.

Anyway, I encountered many really kind, spiritual people there. They treated me with more respect than I've ever experienced. They even went out after dinner and bought me brand new bed sheets to make me feel special for a day or so. Considering they live on about $5 a day it's obvious who is special.