We ended up catching an oven on wheels from Probolinggo to Banyuwangi, the latter of which is an absolute delight to say. "Y" over here is pronounced as a sort of "dj" so it's Ban-dju-wangi. Love it. Love it less when you're trying to catch a bus there from Probolinggo when you've read that they'll [...]
If you want to wrap your eyeballs around Gunung Bromo you'll need to get to Cemoro Lawang which is easy as far as Probolinggo. Getting there is a piece of piss. It's once you're there when things start going tits up on account of the fact everyone is there to rip you off, I'd read [...]
There are two main tourist areas in Yogyakarta; Sosorowijayan in the north and Prawirotaman in the south, possibly because it's amusing to watch foreigners try and pronounce unfamiliar words of more than three syllables. The latter is the kind of place you'd want to stay if you'd been on the road for a while and [...]
You're meant to get up for sunrise at Borobudur. You can either pay someone to scoot you up the sunrise hill, or you can cycle there and walk up it, or you can fuck it off all together in favour of a bit longer in bed. Option three please, Borobudur. The sunrise point isn't far [...]
So that bastard early start I mentioned? Yeah, that happened today. Dwi from the hotel runs guided tours around town that start with a ride up to Gunung Sikunir to watch the fiery skyball rise but given that we'd already carted our out of shape arses to most of the places he went to he [...]
We'd heard tell of a place in the hills called Dieng where it was a little bit cooler and the mere act of breathing wouldn't send your sweat glands into shock causing them to expel every drop of moisture from your system in a blind panic. Sounded wonderful. Sign me up. Getting there is a [...]
Right. We made it then. And if anyone ever finds themselves flying with Garuda Indonesia you probably will not be sad about it, especially if you like food and booze being handed to you by attractive people which is actually one of my favourite hobbies. Anyway, you know that thing where you know it's going [...]
We were going to spend our last two nights in Wales with a friend of mine, Rhi, and their wife so we duly packed up camp and started to make our way to Cardiff, but if you're going to spend any length of time in south Wales you should probably check out Big Pit National [...]
We had such big plans for Brecon Beacons. Tarrant worked out a huge circular walk taking in the beautiful rolling hills that'd take most, if not all, of the day given my penchant for sitting down. But you know what scuppers hiking plans? Apart from sheer laziness? Weather. The fucking weather scuppers hiking plans but [...]
I've been dying to explore Hay-on-Wye, the second hand book capital of probably the galaxy, because I fucking love books. I love how they smell and how they feel, and if I can get hold of a book I really enjoy I can smash it out in a day which doesn't bode well when you're [...]
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