Sarah: The thing about travelling for a long time is that the phrase "once in a lifetime" can begin to lose its meaning. Each day is a new adventure, and every city we visit is a place we are likely never to see again after we bid it goodbye.

Sarah: In the internet cafe here in Yogya/Jogja, I took a moment to skim the NY Times Magazine online and came across this personally relevant article, which I thought I'd pass on...

Sarah: When the homesickness finally hit this past week, it was a gut-punch, a breath-stopping tear in my lungs that curled me like a leaf on the bed, wracked me. It was pain I’d only known before in mourning -- it felt like the awful loss that comes from having your heart broken; it was that same yearning for something that so recently was familiar and taken for granted.

Sarah: In which I try to fill you in on everything that's happened in the past week and a half in just a couple of pages...

Patrick: If every day on this trip is as eventful as today [yesterday at time of posting], my brain is going to crystalize and shatter.

Sarah: Months, to weeks, to days, to hours...