What’s worse than hearing Country Roads being played for the 440th time, is hearing Dancing Queen being played simultaneously at the same volume by the joint right next door. I had been holed up on my homestay for three days recovering from the flu and needed to get out. I
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Sanur is what the real Bali feels like, relatively speaking. Shrines, statues, and the smells of burning incense and clove cigarettes, made me feel like I was back in Indonesia. The smells of stale beer, sweaty foreigners, and horseshit on Gili Trawangan, is not Indonesia. If it wasn’t for the
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Confidence is a weird thing; something of an anomaly. I’m sure many can relate to feelings of wanting to be seen, yet also wanting to be invisible. I’m a daydreamer, and often zone out and almost watch myself wandering about in a sort of outer body experience. In a place
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A crack on the blue wall in front of me transformed into the mouth of a giant Manta Ray, which began gliding slowly towards me with wavy sea-wings. On the algae-stained concrete below, monkeys were doing a dance. I once saw an entire Roman artwork on a dirty brown wall
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I know that Dancing Queen by Abba is still a multi-universal favourite, but there have been at least three new musical hits since 1976 that everyone can sing along to. The same tired songs come at you from all directions. I’ll bet the playlists on Gili T haven’t changed in
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I headed to Gili Trawangan on a public boat with a load of eggs, vegetables, Bintang beer, dragon fruit and labourers. There was one other pale person on board, who had a contagious smile fixed upon her face. Gili T is probably on par with Bali in terms of tourism
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I was so over-eager to get on the plane that I was first in line, but after getting the silent treatment shortly after ticket inspection (and looking back to notice that I was the only one queuing up), I soon realised that I was attempting to board with Business Class.
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