All Together

I dont know, what make me always come back to Yogyakarta, its like there are invisible hands who always drag me to this city. Last trip there, one of my friend brought his scooter, already modified, its adorable piece of junk, but once we sit on that THING, WOW its so the riders spirit will burn your heart. So in the end we do some thing stupid, we put peoples as much as possible on that thing, and this junk still able to carry us around Meces Village

from the same spirit of Ernesto Guevara on Motorcycles Diary! its blast!