Barefoot Inked

Toto, I’ve a feeling we’re not in Kansas anymore…

It was a normal sunny afternoon in Batukaras, and we were finding a little solace from the heat by lying on the cool tiled floor of our little village house. ‘Thuck, thuck, thuck…’ The noise stopped, so I ignored it, closed my eyes again… but… ‘Thuck, thuck, thuck…’ There it goes again. We got up … Read more