Singapore is the perfect antidote to the trauma (*dramatically presses back of hand to forehead*) of spending the best part of two weeks face down in a pool of your own rancid sweat because your left lung somehow managed to pick up a dose of fucking pneumonia somewhere along the line. Only my left lung, [...]
We headed to Ubud with Candi and John, two humans staying in our hotel in Lovina who we'd befriended, and when you first arrive in Ubud after you've been relaxing on the beach or in the hills, all of your basic motor functions get scared and suddenly you don't want to stay in a hostel [...]
When you want to get a super early start so you can watch the sunrise over some UNESCO rice terraces but the guy at the homestay won't stop feeding you, though to be fair driving round the hills in the dark with no headlight probably wasn't the best plan ever so he might have saved [...]
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 [...]
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 [...]
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