Day 693: A Red Background
24.11.10:Today’s adventures centre around my efforts to get a new Indonesian visa.Indonesia, being a bit of an awkward sod, only allows you to pick up visas at certain border crossings,…
Day 692: The Moral Landscape
23.11.10: What’s worse than having to get up at 5am for a bus? The bus turning up at your hotel twenty minutes early! And then beeping REALLY LOUDLY, waking everybody…
Day 689: Kupanged!
20.11.10: A sticky and uncomfortable night on the ferry was compounded by the tuck shop’s (pot noodles and skinny cans of Sprite – it’s the same all over Indonesia) decision…
Day 688: Executive Class
19.11.10: Last night I stayed in the grottiest pension I think I’ve ever seen. Aimere is most definitely a one horse town as the only option was a pension down…
Day 687: There Be Hobbits
18.11.10: One of the things about living out of a backpack is that it’s so easy to forget things. I’ve probably got about one hundred items with me, ranging from…
Day 686: Here Be Dragons
17.11.10: Onboard my boat to see the Komodo Dragons were a couple of mad Italians from Milan called Franco and Frederico. The two-hour ride from Labuanbajo to the island of…
Day 683: The Long Goodbye
14.11.10: It was too early to fathom what was going on, but I seem to have found my way into a taxi and it seems to be heading to the…
Days 678-682: The Exquisite Clutches of Calypso
09.11.10-13.11.10: By Tuesday afternoon I still hadn’t heard back from Simon about whether or not my laptop could be fixed in Bali. At this point I was kinda raring get…
Days 676-677: BUNGEEEEEEEEE!!
07.11.10-08.11.10: On Sunday I met up with Justin for my bungee jump at AJ’s, but sadly, no AJ. He was there earlier, but not now. However, we did get him…
Days 670-675: I’m on Bali
01.11.10-06.11.10: Many moons ago, when I was a wee nipper running around the playground in shorts annoying the hell out of people (not much has changed, the playground has just…