Making Bubbles Around A Bali Wreck

By the time you make it from one side of Bali to the other you’ll have built anti-scam defences to rival Fort Knox and you’ll be so used to getting ripped off you don’t even blink when someone tries to triple charge you for a bemo. Rp40,000 for lunch? Seems reasonable, here, take my wallet.…

Exploring North Bali

For what is essentially a relatively small chunk of rock sticking out above sea level Bali has a lot of shit going on for it, predominantly in the form of Hindu temples. Everywhere you look there’s a temple. Strolling through a forest? There’ll be a temple. In a homestay? There’ll be a temple. If there’s…

The Cheekiest Of All The Monkeys

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…

The Human Buttocks Are Not Made For Scooters

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…

Chasing Waterfalls

Buoyed by my apparent newfound ability to ride a scooter with a passenger without crashing, having a nervous breakdown or generally terrorising the general public, we kept hold of the little Honda Vario for a couple more days. I mean, we asked and paid Rp50,000 per day for it. We didn’t just nick off with…

Sunsets & Waterfalls & Shiny Little Plankton

Lovina Beach is more of a backpacker haunt than Pemuteran and the former can be reached from the latter by bemo, local mini van plying a set route, which you flag down on the side of the road. We were told at our guest house that we were looking at Rp50,000 each to get there…

A Little Bit Of Snorkelling Heaven

Java, you’ve been wonderful. Apart from Probolinggo. You can go fuck yourself. We left Java via Banyuwangi on a ridiculously cheap ferry to Gilimanuk on Bali, the island everyone flocks to for lush, green scenery and all the beaches you can get lodged firmly in your crack. Once you’re off the ferry obviously your sweaty…