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On a dusty day, a union formed…
We were out of place right from the beginning. It was clearly us and them. We are different, there is no doubt about that, from what is the norm in this small dusty beachside town. A white girl marrying a local boy… is more than enough to encourage a few raised eyebrows and a lot … Read more
The Masuk Angin myth…
I’m not really a sceptic, but there are certain things that I just find it hard to believe in… Black cats walking across my path don’t bother me, bad omens don’t exist to me, walking under ladders is necessary sometimes and I’m pretty sure if I scowl my face won’t be stuck like that just … Read more
There is music in my head…
The world has been put on hold, and I’m in hibernation… I have found comfort in my little leaky beach bungalow with its grass mat on the tiled floor. I sit with music in my head and watch through the dusty windows as the blackened sky rumbles and pounds our village with torrential rain that … Read more
When the world was a beachball, and we were good friends…
I haven’t written a blog for ages. I’m sorry about that, I’ve been extremely flattered by the influx of messages and emails from people all around the world who read my blog and are keen to read the next installment. Thank you, all of you for your support, kind words and excitment over my stories. … Read more
Surf contest by day, party by night
Batukaras is a sleepy village, no one is ever in any rush to do anything, the traffic (the 5 or so motorbikes that are ever on the road at the same time) moves slowly and bikes stop to chat and exchange snacks and smokes all along the way. There is one event in BK that … Read more
Art on the streets…
Yogyakarta is known as one of the artistic hubs of the Indonesian achaepelego. Coming from a very artsy background (mostly in theatre and writing) I fell in love with the city straight away. But late on friday night, as I was making my way through the busy nightlife to my bed I stumbled across a … Read more
the weirdest salon in the world…
Having a facial is supposed to be a relaxing, cleansing experience. But at the little street side salon that B and I walked into on Friday afternoon, the motto was quite different. After living in a village with no hot water, it is really nice to every now and again treat yourself to a facial, … Read more
Silver winding markets make way for sleep…
Rising early as any good traveler does, we packed our belongings once more and went in search for another vacant room. For a very quiet town, it seems there are lots of travelers lurking in the mist somewhere. Probably in Borobudur or other spectacular spiritual adventures instead of gazing at the wonders on the walls … Read more
Another day, another city… Yogyakarta
I am an impulsive traveller, and when the opportunity came up to travel overland with a new friend through Central and East Java, I just couldn’t turn it down. We left BK in the morning and took a winding road through villages to reach the nearest train station around 2 hours from my beautiful home … Read more
first night solo
There is something strangely liberating about eating alone – and I’m sure this is a topic that I will revisit during the next two weeks. Solo eating, there is an art to it, knowing how much to order, bringing some sort of entertainment, and trying not to feel too lonely. But I was reading an … Read more
