Tagged: Travel

rural church in flores, indonesia, on road from labuan bajo to ruteng.

We Stay With The Sisters

“Let me explain the rules,” says the young, smiley nun, jiggling the world’s most-indulged baby who’s balanced on her shoulder. “We close the gates at...

Visas – A Horror Story

Now, I’m normally quite cautious about visas. I apply in the right town of the right country for them to be delivered cost-effectively and easily;...

Travels with a Ten Year Old

Today is Take Your Child To Work Day, so a bunch of lovely folk who travel with a wildly varying selection of spawn — from...

F*ck It. I’m A Tourist.

Tourist or traveller? It’s a question as old as the first ever travel books. But I don’t like the word “traveller”. It smells of one-upmanship,...

A Tough Question

In Magic Lounge, the drinking den where we sprawl on orange sofas and use their satellite internet after a day on the beaches of Kuta,...

We Learn to Surf…

We have come to Kuta, in the south of Lombok, to learn to surf. And the beach, Selong Belanak, 20km or so west of Kuta,...

First Leg. Second Thoughts?

Struggling to get off the ferry, I begin to wonder whether my wizard wheeze, to ride a motorbike through Indonesia to Papua with my ten-year-old...