Because they are Polynesians who want the best the new year, dear readers accept my best wishes in Tahitian, and a song full of the gentle giant beauty. ... He is since 1997 Beyond the Rainbow .
wishing us lots of good things!
Friday, December 31, 2010
Funny Retirement Cartoons For Women
matahiti API 2011
Because they are Polynesians who want the best the new year, dear readers accept my best wishes in Tahitian, and a song full of the gentle giant beauty. ... He is since 1997 Beyond the Rainbow .
wishing us lots of good things!
Because they are Polynesians who want the best the new year, dear readers accept my best wishes in Tahitian, and a song full of the gentle giant beauty. ... He is since 1997 Beyond the Rainbow .
wishing us lots of good things!
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
What Is The Price Of A Bmw Gina Concept
Monday, August 2, 2010 at 3:30
Wake, a taxi takes me to the airport in Singapore, the "Budget Terminal" for cheap. 4 hour plane full of Chinese and I get over Hong Kong, islands dotted along the coast, most with small peaks that restrict building development around the islands or is sufficiently flat at the edge sea
I discovered another huge airport, one of Hong Kong, airplanes stored anywhere between runways beginning and end the ocean, like that of Bali.
I took a bus to Kowloon, a district renowned for rooms not too expensive, although I know that I certainly Singapore's spending the same, just cheaper than in France.
I arrived too early on the advice of another evil tourist guides, and I killed a 1 hour walk with my bag too heavy that I did not empty the overflow in a package for France. I discovered what they call "cheap", what are serviced apartments in rabbit hutch, rooms small enough there has on several small surface, and just large enough to accommodate a bed.
I passed the entrance of Chunking Mansion, one of the HLM Nathan Road, and I am immediately sell a room by touts from Arab countries or India and affect their commission. Inevitable but the plan is the most interesting because I found a room at HK $ 70 (Hong Kong dollars, 7 euros). I would look tomorrow a cheaper room or bedroom, time to put my bag. I'm the guy who offers me the room at the entrance of Chunking Mansion in the main aisle of the ground floor of the building, full of sellers of Indian or Arab, who want to sell a room, who run a snack food of India, who sell copies of electronic equipment last cries (iPad, iPhone, laptops, cell phones, etc ...), in a steady stream of tourists typed them , backpackers, for a lot of Africans, and some Chinese. It is lined in front of a tiny elevator that takes us to the fifth floor, and it ends on the top floor by the stairs, bastards, so called because the hotel is in a half floor. It's dirty here is poor, the Hong Kong I imagined, the smell of the huge city, the heat evacuations and air conditioning in the drops of water which will flow. The room, the size of the bed a place is simple, clean enough, I even have a TV (with 2 chains not too fuzzy without antenna), and laundry will require me to do it discretely in the shower because the Indian keeper wanted me to pay a high price by refusing me to do in the shower like I normally do.
I walk and mark where I am, this area is very commercial, like all the city, I would report tomorrow. Very few shops for bargains and Chinese gadgets, most brands sell at high prices which clash with China just 5 km. I have dinner at a kebab cheap and not so bad, in one of those internet shops Chunking Mansion which uses 4 square meters to install 6 computers and I finished uploading Bali blog. I'm going to see a show every night for tourists, on the jetty of Tsim Sha Tsui HK Island is facing, light effects that decorate a few buildings in front and follow the music, a little disgusting because you see above all the immense advertising signs placed on buildings and the same width, the night view is really impressive with all those buildings.
I returned to my hotel, there is a police check of the entire building. It is so much business here, immigration and immigrants from everywhere who seek shelter for the cheapest, sometimes the police raids, with a hundred police and control the entire building. The only policeman who controls me while I climb the stairs will be as unpleasant as disappointed not to pick a fault. I was in my bedroom, a shower, I rinse my tee shirt and discreetly my pants that I put in my room to dry under the fan running very fast, too fast, making a noise monster, but only source of air in this "box" that is my room.
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
My super clock with temperature, purchased in Singapore, but sounds like bug under completely as soon as I shut it off, a case ^ ^. Branch internet, and I just had to find one open in this building mini backpackers to business and small business of all kinds ...
Tourists have not yet risen, the stores are not open yet. I go to an agency that proposes to deal with visa I was told about, this will surely be easier than the official Chinese ambassage. 1 / 2 hour walk between the buildings and through underground passages, and I finally found the office at 9th floor of one of these buildings. The girl cringes when she sees my passport because I'm french and tells me I can not get a visa for more than a month, and for a price of HK $ 700, 70.
I'm really on the ass, because I came to Hong Kong on purpose to get a Chinese visa without too much difficulty and I have thought then, as all the European tourists, a visa for 3 months and time to go quietly until 'to a mountain called Kailash, Tibet, during these three months.
I say it may be trying to simply m'arnaquer as usual here, and I decide to go see for myself at the Chinese Embassy. Route in the MRT, the subway that goes under the sea to reach the island Hong Kong Island, the main island of Hong Kong, where are installed all the largest buildings of I do not know how many floors, the colors of banks or corporations.
At the entrance of the embassy, passing under a metal detector and body search.
And here I am served. To obtain a visa, they ask me a copy of airline ticket round trip, reservations of hotels throughout the trip, a copy of travel insurance, and my route with a travel schedule that must be printed, all check in 4 days minimum, simply because I'm French.
Good big contracts in France have not been signed by China, or perhaps that some politicos have tarnished the image of the greater China (hard to remember sometimes, or even to avoid ), or may have with the Dalai Lama's girlfriend, and certainly one of the reasons that led to such a reluctance to come to the French in China. So I go back
illico al'agence private offering visas and visa application a month for 70 euros. Here, no documents required, just a picture, then they must bribe officials when I went and get all the visas they want.
I'm off to landing, which connects Kowloon, the area is continental or my room, with Central, the main island of HK, and take a break in a store. IPods at prices a bit cheaper than in France.
I eat a snack made from a few planks and a tarpaulin in a narrow alley, cul de sac, in the shadow between two huge buildings, a plate of noodles with two eggs and tasteless an iced tea for 24 HK $ a bit more expensive than usual but we had to give me the price tourists, after they tired of me landing, while the tourists usually go to McDonalds or a small restaurants.
The old boat that I took then to HK $ 2, is known for generations. He commutes 10 minutes of quiet Koloon strewn buildings to HK Island, the small island on which all the thin side is also filled with buildings featuring all major brands of cars, banks and clothing. I'm
of footbridges that overlook the streets, take a few small alleys between the buildings
and I arrive at the foot of the small peak on the island, the steep slope to that they have installed a tram. I the tail with all the tourists, 20-minute climb, then climb another 5 floors of a building at the summit, dedicated to the sight, and selling trinkets to tourists coming to enjoy it. The view is truly magnificent, 360 degrees, Kowloon side and behind I guess China, buildings everywhere, and the center of the island on steep slopes with dense vegetation.
descends I walk alone on the trail, unlike the tram was packed. And the view is always surprising, with vegetation reminiscent of the tropical heat and surrounding views of the skyscrapers of Hong Kong. The first buildings to which I pass on the hills with stunning views, are home to the ground floor of Ferrari, Lamborghini, or big cars familliales chauffeur.
1h later, I arrive at the first street after seeing some sites, workers are anchors deep into the hill on steep slopes, to install other buildings. And I'm still surprised to see the scaffolding surrounding all buildings under construction, made entirely of bamboo for the most part!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
the morning I took a chai, Indian tea, in a stand at the center aisle of the Chungking Mansions, the building or have a room. I drink the tea in the street at the entrance of the building and observed the population of Chinese in business suits who go to work, tourists, and guys ready to go watch the tourists to offer them a tailored suit, or room in Chungking Mansion as I had proposed at the finish. I MEETS 3 guys, Aki, Nigeria, another is a 3rd Dubai and Pakistan.
Aki tells me they are here to try to bring a few dollars to their families. They are quiet, once you set the option to make business with them.
I take a coffee on the ferry boats that connect HK Island and admire a group that embarks on a boat, dressed in white and started to make a demonstration of the Chinese dragon on the front of the boat while others give rhythm with percussion and symballes.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
I look at the appliances sold in small shops Chungking Mansion, copies iphone 4 30 to $ 100 depending on the model, 2 cameras, wifi, and all the features of the original or near a nice gadget ^ ^
Friday, August 6, 2010
I send a package with a few clothes and memories that will relieve my bag and I go get my visa at the agency. I took the first train to Guangzhou, former city 2h Hong Kong in China. As soon as I arrive in Guangzhou, I reserve the first train that can take me to Chengdu to the Tibetan border. I have only one month visa, so no time to lose. Scheduled departure tomorrow 18h, no free space before and I guess I came the next day, but impossible to be sure, the girl's desk does not speak English and did not want to bother me understand anything, the Chinese host ...
Guangzhou Metro has to a place where I had found a hotel not too expensive, but it is full, and the following 5 I'm looking at the gallery because nobody speaks English, also. A final after 1am search the bag down in the shoulders, has a free room for 15 euros and I'm not hard on the price, almost all the hotels here are at least at this price, with several television channels manga Chinese or series of episodes that pass loop, large bathroom, air conditioning, electronic card to gain access to the chamber, while in contrast, welcoming the dusty old computer made his own, quite the image of China that is growing very fast ... ?!
photos of Hong Kong
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Level C Vocabulary Answers Unit 8
Indonesie, Lombok, Sumbawa, Flores et de Komodo dragons
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Friday, July 16, 2010
I leave Bali and Ubud in a minibus which collects a small pack of tourists that go almost all the islands Gili, known on the Lonely Planet and I begin to wonder if I'll enjoy the local wildlife n 'will be nothing very local.
In the minibus I meet a couple of Poles who go to Timor, with a first stop to find the Komodo dragons.
four hours later the ferry to reach the island of Lombok, I changed direction and decided to go to Flores, the island where I would go see the famous dragons.
I go down the boat and I change my ticket to Gili Islands for a ticket to Mataram, the main city of Lombok. The guy from the agency is trying by all means still sell me an organized tour to see the dragons, and spite, then unsuccessfully tried to sell me a ticket for the bus almost 3 times more expensive than local buses, but I agree with the local bus station with a small Bemo, these mini-mini-local buses and I reserve a bus for tomorrow morning, tonight's party is 10 minutes ago, the guy from the agency made me lose my time for this purpose. One night in a homestay, not so cheap but I did not blunder that is referenced in the guide, and inevitably, all prices quoted are immediately increased to tourists unwilling to bother to look elsewhere, after hours of travel and a backpack.
Diner in a small roadside snack, where I offer a plate has a kid come begging. I'm little surprised because my roommate, a Scotsman who comes every year work for a foundation to help children out of Bali and Lombok Street, Peduli Anak . He explained that there is full of beggar children in Indonesia. In Bali, child beggars are chased from Kuta and Ubud, the main tourist cities and all other tourist spots, and taken to Denpasar to not "disturb" the tourists. In Lombok, little tourist island, there are plenty of these child beggars in the streets. The last 2 arrivals in the association or bump my roommate, two girls are 3 years old, raped. The association between other fights so that the culprits be tried and sentenced even though this is not a priority for justice.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Bus leaves at 7am, a few hours drive to the other side of the island of Lombok, where a ferry takes 2 hours to the island of Sumbawa.
should arrive around 19h. The road runs along one side and a landscape of rice paddies poor, small huts on stilts that house from rain or sun intense few rice farmers, and small mountains that make these views so beautiful. Lunch break included in the price of the trip, excellent this time, for him against the bus will not restart. One patient 2h, while the 2 drivers are desperately trying to restart with 3 tools and a lot of willpower. Another bus arrives and we will use their battery to restart ours. The road is always so beautiful, too bad I'm stuck in this bus, I want to stop everywhere to discover and admire, I would return.
Bima It has finally arrived, a small town 2 hours from the east coast of Flores. A person who works for the government surprises me, waiting for the bus and direct passengers to a hotel or in a match up to the local rate of bemo I'd take tomorrow never seen it anywhere! Generally they are vendors that sell bus tickets price over-inflated, so it must negotiate, after it was done several hours of travel, then this home rather pleasant, and I know that later Bima remain a small town or I'd love to come back. But it is too late to continue our journey and reach Sape on the east of the island of Sumbawa and the pier to the island of Flores, I leave tomorrow morning after a night in this small city transit, which has yet looks very nice, the reception has been off the bus!
Sunday, July 18, 2010 Sunrise
still very early, a small local bus fully loaded with passengers, en route to Sape 2h Bima passing a small pass that discovers a splendid view of the east coast of the island. Again, beautiful scenery and excellent views of small rice paddies from the top of this mountain.
Arrive Sape has the ferry, I took a serving of rice with chicken wrapped in a banana leaf for lunch and I embark for eight to nine hours away.
I met John, a name he uses as more easy to remember his real name Russian backpacker with a small backpack of 40 liters of only 5 kg, it goes in Papua, hitchhiking. He has already made quite a journey this way, Indonesia and other countries, and it is apparently easier to travel in a truck with a guy who asks only talk to occupy his long hours of driving, or stop in small villages for a bite to eat at a local happy to welcome a abroad and even sleep in a corner of the house on the carpet foam strapped to his backpack.
Arrives in Labuan Bajo, the first city west of Flores, I go with the Polish companion find out and negotiate a boat to visit the islands of Komodo tomorrow. I found a boat at a good price we will share with 4 other people met on arrival date, and our journey takes us to Rinca, an island to 2 hours from Labuan Bajo against the 4 hour trip to the island of Komodo, too far for a visit that day, but with the same monsters if known.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Start early, after buying a portion of nasi (rice with 3 small pieces of chicken wrapped in a banana leaf). We're going to Rinca, the small boat of about ten meters, the view is still the paradise, several islands that emerge from the water, such as high mountains flooded by the sea, covered with low vegetation and green and a few trees and palms.
It happened to Rinca, and we cross the first Komodo dragons on the site of the home. Some of them are accustomed to come and stay near the site to enjoy food as their give the Rangers who visit the island. An old dragon is lying under the kitchen, I see his head and apparent odds lean really reminiscent of the dragon fantasy films. A huge dragon sleep also near the kitchen, 2 meters long, 80 kilos. The longest of them would be 3 meters long, they live a 50aine years, they are carnivorous and sometimes a buffalo feast, but mostly monkeys, wild fowl, and they are dangerous as well that 'apparently very sleepy, they are like lizards and can get to run very suddenly and quickly go.
rangers were forced to be bitten and taken to the hospital, only the nearest hospital is in Bali, by helicopter, there is no hospital on the island of Flores. We did a little hiking, the view is magnificent when it dominates the island and see the surrounding islands Rinca, we cross a buffalo, the ear was cut half and half has passed through the stomach of a dragon.
On our return to the site of the rangers, a male 2 meters, probably 80 kilos, with mates a female half as wide as he, he crushed all his weight. Another male is behind them, and it will be removed 10 minutes later by the false lazy male that crushed his bride.
photographer desiring a photo fetish bent on throwing small stones and sticks to another dragon bearing down on him for it, but the sloth moves only a few meters whenever he finally decides to stand up, certainly in full digestion. The photographer eventually sweaty and happy after his photo 1 / 2 hour hard on the male dragon who has asked not to eat the scraps from the kitchen Rangers and could well have him eat a calf drink ^ ^.
It takes the boat and made a stop on the shore of a small island, where you can feast your eyes during a small diving mask and snorkel, coral and fish of all colors with 1 meter of bottom.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I stay one day in Labuan Bajo, passing through a fish market, then I'll drink coffee and eat the banana fritters that cost nothing, and I quickly stall are so good, next to an old guy happy that I articulate two words in the dialect of Flores, yet different from the Indonesian language. A child cries and throws stones to his father who excites his cock by rubbing it vigorously and holding him face another cock, then he launches a fight that ended early when his own cock, for whom the child was crying, trying to flee.
The Indonesians were all cock they cajole their show, are facing other to excite them and prepare them for future battles. Not just a story of money, just bet a few tickets, but also a pride of having a cock beautiful, strong and recognized. The French rooster him, cooked wine is good ^ ^.
evening walk, walk on a winding road to a small bay 1 / 2 hour walk from Labuan Bajo, a small paradise which hosts a dozen homes, fishermen. At the end of the long pier, the fishermen sitting on the board gives me a line, sunset postcard. Fish that eat the pieces of bait on the hook are beautiful, some triangular 20 cm, white yellow and black for other purposes and 40cm long ... I do not really want to eat them.
I come home late, a lot of emails and writing on the blog. So I consulted a strong earthquake shook the ground. My reflex is to think that a truck has just passed beside the cabin Wood and shook on its foundations, but no, the ground is a concrete slab and walls of stone, and the boss of me cyber nods her head while my eyes questioned, and I began to realize that it was indeed an earthquake.
I return after talking with the guys hacking cyber talking to me all the stars, hackers, Indonesia, hackers in progress but not yet at the level of those in China who hold all the records. A friend had also mentioned a friend of his Indonesian programmer and hacker, who now lives in a villa and drives a Porche, all paid for with hacking.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I take the ferry after a small cafe, and a supply of banana fritters and donuts premises very fat and warm. 9am ferry or full of young people come talk to me, happy to talk and work on their English and to meet a tourist who is traveling alone, I would get a lot of emails on my return from Indonesia. A long journey yet so nice to meet, nap, lunch with a serving of rice, lulled by the slow pitch of the boat, the little wind, heat and moisture from the sea air. I arrive
Sape, a small town east of the island of Sumbawa. The trucks are all the ferry left without that I find one that would have a place to bring me back to Bali.
I take a local bus to Bima. Erfani, the young guy who takes care of "load" the bus customers ("load" is the right word so the bus is filled to the brim), I made room on the roof, and I feast for 2 hours, this landscape that I had had the insight that between-go (and some branches are too low which passes under the bus).
An excellent view by passing a small hill, paddy fields, small villages, farmers who dry their rice on a sheet beside the road. Erfan sleep like every night, the bus has Bima, until the next morning to recharge again bus customers who wish to join Sape to take the ferry. Diner a bakso, noodles and meatballs, chicken and shower just before the power failure during 1h throughout the city, which also cut the water pump from the hotel.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Breakfast included, as in almost all hotels in Indonesia, here's a thermos of hot water on the small table in front of my room, a bag of coffee powder and 2 wafers.
I am waiting for my bag for the next bus Dompu halfway before Uh'U, 1 departure every hour. The inhabitants of this city make it pleasant to wait in the street chatting with everyone. I takes the bus for 2 hours by road, this little country road, which serves as national, which crosses the island of Sumbawa, a very hilly landscape, some peaks of small mountains in the clouds, bright sun, the rice Below, salt marshes, the wives of fishermen who are trying to sell their fresh fish coming through the window when the bus drop off a passenger, the old Indonesian sitting beside me, smoking a Gitane local adds a splash of clove, excellent, which leaves a sweet taste on the lips, Mothers with children on their knees, we're all claws against each other and I'm lucky to be seated, unlike other standing tight, or on the roof, sitting on cardboard boxes.
Arrive Dompu, I paid 15,000 rupiah normal price while sympathizing with the 2 guys who takes care of passengers and luggage on the roof. A link on a motorcycle taxi to a junction where another small local bus leaving soon for Uh'U, but his driver wants to sell me a ticket for 2 times the price, and changed his mind 10 minutes later, perhaps because I asked, looking surprised, it was really a Muslim (their home being so generous usually), or because the bus is almost empty and I began to negotiate the route with a guy on a scooter. Head to the south coast of Sumbawa, my neighbor bus speaks English and offers me to stop in the village where I met his family and where he lives simply, people still adorable, and it takes me scooter up Uh'U Lakey, the famous beach of 3 kilometers Uh'U.
Uh'U Lakey is really isolated, after an unused road, and only a few surfers come here. I just rent a small bungalow with a beautiful huge bed for a good price, there are not many tourists at this time, ideal for bargain prices. It's just opposite a small beach, where I am surprised to eat a gado-gado, the plate of rice and vegetables for 3 times the price, everything is more expensive here, like the economy goreng (fried rice) to 15,000 rupiah in the evening.
No running water in the hotel, or too little. The main pump that supplies water to the hamlet the little hill next door is down and the backup pump supplying current with low output for a shower, then shower and bucket of water has the Indonesian as I usually do ^ ^.
Interesting here, the waves! And I had never seen such beautiful. On the spot right in front of my room, the wave breaks at the same spot, 300 meters from the beach. The waves are beautiful, I spend bar with a bodyboard that I found for rent and I enjoy especially fun to see surfers in the beautiful figures on a long distance. Almost every time a wave breaks, 2 surfers are, one on each side, a great place to surf.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Back Bima to rent a bike and explore the surrounding countryside. I boarded a bus and sit in the back, it is still full, and the guy just trying to sell me a ticket for double the price, and jokingly, I get to have great prices, c is where the stuff that makes it nice to be here, no-brainer with the shark tourism. A pleasant journey yet, to sympathize with the people around me even if they do not speak English, there are always 2 or 3 words we can understand to begin with. I arrive in Bima, guys all excited trying to sell me a ticket for Sape like all tourists usually just passing through, and I take a small room. Unfortunately, all bikes are already leased. I'm going to tour the town, and it's really nice and welcoming, no tourist ever comes here, so there's not all vendors who jump on me as often, people are very warm, every time I stop even for a minute, I discuss or shaking a hand with a smile. Dinner in a small restaurant with a plate of rice, vegetables and temple, these seeds of soybeans agglomerated into crisp fritters.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
A tower in the city where I finally found the only provider that is compatible with my Visa card, but I am reassured after getting tickets because so many times Distributors are down, or there are power cuts, or ... or ... . Returning to my hotel, even meetings, reunions and even the day before. Yet it is unusual to see local in their store, but they did offer me to buy anything. I climb into
top of a hill overlooking the town of Bima, although the Muslim midday prayers fill the city, through the speakers to sound too loud and completely saturated.
I took the night bus to arrive tomorrow morning at Mataram on Lombok island. I hurt my coup planned for dinner because it was 1am the bus stops for lunch and had the slab. I had to sleep ... 1 / 2 hour after leaving this place as a fan too cold air conditioning set to "freezing" I can not block, and under the drops of rainwater through the roof of the bus and come up above my head, a bad place, and I settle to the bottom Bus, ideal for pioncer on 2 seats free and stirred all the time (back of the bus route and could force), and especially over the hot engine. I even made climbing the toilet, why the position, then there are 2 large buckets filled with ground water that can be flush, but prevent them from entering and laying the feet on the ground that the bus bearing down on this small winding road full of holes, and that the ceiling is too low to stand, above the Turkish toilet?!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Arrive 8am, still not slept more than an hour. the road is really rotten even when bitumen full of tight turns, climbs slopes, and our driver, I mean our driver, easily avoiding the vehicles that crossed by short, crisp shots of flying and big honking for them to depart and not to reduce its high rate of "cruise".
arrives at the bus station in Mataram, as usual 20 people for selling tickets to all directions around possible, and I quickly get rid of it with my traditional morning good spirits when I did not slept. Back Oka, a homestay family run Hindu or I rent a bike when I first get some sleep. A look at the ominous sky, I go visit a temple where come to practice just as much Hindu as Muslim. Then I go hoping to find a small local market but I only find small roads and a landscape of contrasts few rays of sunlight pass through knotting heavy and gray.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Check a motorcycle ride to an island, sometimes I find tourists to share a boat and reach it, a little place known for great snorkeling, but I finally arrive at the pier for the ferry, talks with a guy who wants to sell me a ticket to Kuta for tomorrow while he is on a bus route from Surabaya in Java, 2 days bus by a seller diehards. Back to Mataram, after a break of 2 hours under a small shelter of these rice farmers on a roadside, because the rain is like that of Guyana, in 2 seconds I'm soaked to the bone.
Tuesday 27 juilet 2010
I discuss with my roommates who will benefit from Lombok scooter, then I would take advantage of that rain. Other neighbors travelers share their adventures in China, Tibet, Iraq, ... I take the minibus direct to Kuta I booked 150,000 rupiah yesterday, thinking to pay a little more than if I had to negotiate the 4 or 5 that I bemos the take to finally arrive in Kuta, but I realized that I spent nearly 50,000 more in the end. I met a French couple returning from the islands Gili Trawangan, I thought this island to join at the beginning of this adventure to the Dragons and I am very happy with my choice after they told the orgy m'aient tourist these islands. Nice to speak French and no longer be restricted to my poor English vocabulary, although I still do not play cards ^ ^.
As I suspected, Gili Trawangan is the meeting point for tourists who love the fiesta among tourists who want to try magic mushrooms, to smoke pot Indonesian police without fear, absent from the island, while it is risking the death penalty in Indonesia, and enjoy diving and snorkeling during the day.
Arriving by ferry on the island of Bali, the ticket I have is a bus which will drop all the tourists take turns in the 4 main areas of Bali, 3 hours journey, and I regret even more to have paid too much, because I just learned that a local bus go straight to Kuta 1h ^ ^
arrives and then finally in Kuta, as I feared, I can not find chamber was less than 150,000 rupiah in the neighborhood where I am, 14 euros, I find cheaper and would change tomorrow. A small snack
Indonesian meal in a dark street a local price between 2 buildings, rare to find it in this neighborhood, and obviously the guys, Indonesians who are working here are surprised to see a tourist to eat with them.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I find a room a bit cheaper, but it will be hard to beat in this town too touristy, but it is even impossible to negotiate prices, as when I tried for my new room and the guy said with a smile that his fixed price is enough for the room is rented easily and he finds his account is much different from Indonesia I know.
No way around it given the time that does not dry and I'm leaving tomorrow, I have to do my laundry, there still expensive compared to usual, Kuta is really a sort of side of Azure regarding prices and local business. I can find some cons for secondhand books in French with a bit more choice than usual. The friend I met in Kuta by the site of couchsurfing, which is manager of a tourist agency, explained that he rents his furnished room in Kuta for Rp 1,500,000, 140 euros. The guy selling a few DVDs, with whom I dined last night on the Indonesian snack pay him, 500,000 rupiah his room, 45 euros per month, also in Kuta. A guy with whom I had dinner in Labuan Bajo, English teacher, told me earn 2.5 million rupiah a month, 240 euros, and the guy from cyber cafe in the same town told me to be about 2,000,000 rupiah per month . It's pretty good information on the contrast between tourists and locals.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
I go to the airport to my plane. Problem, I changed all my rupiah, accustomed to no longer charge after registering my luggage, but the record, I am asked to pay for my luggage, and I should also pay a fee to leave the airport join and departure lounges!
off on this track along the sea and overlooking the Java Sea and on some islands which I do often see the top of ancient volcanoes that protrude above the clouds. Bali will not fail me, but Indonesia may be the place I would have preferred in my journey, certainly for its Indonesian!
photos in Indonesia
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Friday, July 16, 2010
I leave Bali and Ubud in a minibus which collects a small pack of tourists that go almost all the islands Gili, known on the Lonely Planet and I begin to wonder if I'll enjoy the local wildlife n 'will be nothing very local.
In the minibus I meet a couple of Poles who go to Timor, with a first stop to find the Komodo dragons.
four hours later the ferry to reach the island of Lombok, I changed direction and decided to go to Flores, the island where I would go see the famous dragons.
I go down the boat and I change my ticket to Gili Islands for a ticket to Mataram, the main city of Lombok. The guy from the agency is trying by all means still sell me an organized tour to see the dragons, and spite, then unsuccessfully tried to sell me a ticket for the bus almost 3 times more expensive than local buses, but I agree with the local bus station with a small Bemo, these mini-mini-local buses and I reserve a bus for tomorrow morning, tonight's party is 10 minutes ago, the guy from the agency made me lose my time for this purpose. One night in a homestay, not so cheap but I did not blunder that is referenced in the guide, and inevitably, all prices quoted are immediately increased to tourists unwilling to bother to look elsewhere, after hours of travel and a backpack.
Diner in a small roadside snack, where I offer a plate has a kid come begging. I'm little surprised because my roommate, a Scotsman who comes every year work for a foundation to help children out of Bali and Lombok Street, Peduli Anak . He explained that there is full of beggar children in Indonesia. In Bali, child beggars are chased from Kuta and Ubud, the main tourist cities and all other tourist spots, and taken to Denpasar to not "disturb" the tourists. In Lombok, little tourist island, there are plenty of these child beggars in the streets. The last 2 arrivals in the association or bump my roommate, two girls are 3 years old, raped. The association between other fights so that the culprits be tried and sentenced even though this is not a priority for justice.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Bus leaves at 7am, a few hours drive to the other side of the island of Lombok, where a ferry takes 2 hours to the island of Sumbawa.
should arrive around 19h. The road runs along one side and a landscape of rice paddies poor, small huts on stilts that house from rain or sun intense few rice farmers, and small mountains that make these views so beautiful. Lunch break included in the price of the trip, excellent this time, for him against the bus will not restart. One patient 2h, while the 2 drivers are desperately trying to restart with 3 tools and a lot of willpower. Another bus arrives and we will use their battery to restart ours. The road is always so beautiful, too bad I'm stuck in this bus, I want to stop everywhere to discover and admire, I would return.
Bima It has finally arrived, a small town 2 hours from the east coast of Flores. A person who works for the government surprises me, waiting for the bus and direct passengers to a hotel or in a match up to the local rate of bemo I'd take tomorrow never seen it anywhere! Generally they are vendors that sell bus tickets price over-inflated, so it must negotiate, after it was done several hours of travel, then this home rather pleasant, and I know that later Bima remain a small town or I'd love to come back. But it is too late to continue our journey and reach Sape on the east of the island of Sumbawa and the pier to the island of Flores, I leave tomorrow morning after a night in this small city transit, which has yet looks very nice, the reception has been off the bus!
Sunday, July 18, 2010 Sunrise
still very early, a small local bus fully loaded with passengers, en route to Sape 2h Bima passing a small pass that discovers a splendid view of the east coast of the island. Again, beautiful scenery and excellent views of small rice paddies from the top of this mountain.
Arrive Sape has the ferry, I took a serving of rice with chicken wrapped in a banana leaf for lunch and I embark for eight to nine hours away.
I met John, a name he uses as more easy to remember his real name Russian backpacker with a small backpack of 40 liters of only 5 kg, it goes in Papua, hitchhiking. He has already made quite a journey this way, Indonesia and other countries, and it is apparently easier to travel in a truck with a guy who asks only talk to occupy his long hours of driving, or stop in small villages for a bite to eat at a local happy to welcome a abroad and even sleep in a corner of the house on the carpet foam strapped to his backpack.
Arrives in Labuan Bajo, the first city west of Flores, I go with the Polish companion find out and negotiate a boat to visit the islands of Komodo tomorrow. I found a boat at a good price we will share with 4 other people met on arrival date, and our journey takes us to Rinca, an island to 2 hours from Labuan Bajo against the 4 hour trip to the island of Komodo, too far for a visit that day, but with the same monsters if known.
Monday, July 19, 2010
Start early, after buying a portion of nasi (rice with 3 small pieces of chicken wrapped in a banana leaf). We're going to Rinca, the small boat of about ten meters, the view is still the paradise, several islands that emerge from the water, such as high mountains flooded by the sea, covered with low vegetation and green and a few trees and palms.
It happened to Rinca, and we cross the first Komodo dragons on the site of the home. Some of them are accustomed to come and stay near the site to enjoy food as their give the Rangers who visit the island. An old dragon is lying under the kitchen, I see his head and apparent odds lean really reminiscent of the dragon fantasy films. A huge dragon sleep also near the kitchen, 2 meters long, 80 kilos. The longest of them would be 3 meters long, they live a 50aine years, they are carnivorous and sometimes a buffalo feast, but mostly monkeys, wild fowl, and they are dangerous as well that 'apparently very sleepy, they are like lizards and can get to run very suddenly and quickly go.
rangers were forced to be bitten and taken to the hospital, only the nearest hospital is in Bali, by helicopter, there is no hospital on the island of Flores. We did a little hiking, the view is magnificent when it dominates the island and see the surrounding islands Rinca, we cross a buffalo, the ear was cut half and half has passed through the stomach of a dragon.
On our return to the site of the rangers, a male 2 meters, probably 80 kilos, with mates a female half as wide as he, he crushed all his weight. Another male is behind them, and it will be removed 10 minutes later by the false lazy male that crushed his bride.
photographer desiring a photo fetish bent on throwing small stones and sticks to another dragon bearing down on him for it, but the sloth moves only a few meters whenever he finally decides to stand up, certainly in full digestion. The photographer eventually sweaty and happy after his photo 1 / 2 hour hard on the male dragon who has asked not to eat the scraps from the kitchen Rangers and could well have him eat a calf drink ^ ^.
It takes the boat and made a stop on the shore of a small island, where you can feast your eyes during a small diving mask and snorkel, coral and fish of all colors with 1 meter of bottom.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
I stay one day in Labuan Bajo, passing through a fish market, then I'll drink coffee and eat the banana fritters that cost nothing, and I quickly stall are so good, next to an old guy happy that I articulate two words in the dialect of Flores, yet different from the Indonesian language. A child cries and throws stones to his father who excites his cock by rubbing it vigorously and holding him face another cock, then he launches a fight that ended early when his own cock, for whom the child was crying, trying to flee.
The Indonesians were all cock they cajole their show, are facing other to excite them and prepare them for future battles. Not just a story of money, just bet a few tickets, but also a pride of having a cock beautiful, strong and recognized. The French rooster him, cooked wine is good ^ ^.
evening walk, walk on a winding road to a small bay 1 / 2 hour walk from Labuan Bajo, a small paradise which hosts a dozen homes, fishermen. At the end of the long pier, the fishermen sitting on the board gives me a line, sunset postcard. Fish that eat the pieces of bait on the hook are beautiful, some triangular 20 cm, white yellow and black for other purposes and 40cm long ... I do not really want to eat them.
I come home late, a lot of emails and writing on the blog. So I consulted a strong earthquake shook the ground. My reflex is to think that a truck has just passed beside the cabin Wood and shook on its foundations, but no, the ground is a concrete slab and walls of stone, and the boss of me cyber nods her head while my eyes questioned, and I began to realize that it was indeed an earthquake.
I return after talking with the guys hacking cyber talking to me all the stars, hackers, Indonesia, hackers in progress but not yet at the level of those in China who hold all the records. A friend had also mentioned a friend of his Indonesian programmer and hacker, who now lives in a villa and drives a Porche, all paid for with hacking.
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
I take the ferry after a small cafe, and a supply of banana fritters and donuts premises very fat and warm. 9am ferry or full of young people come talk to me, happy to talk and work on their English and to meet a tourist who is traveling alone, I would get a lot of emails on my return from Indonesia. A long journey yet so nice to meet, nap, lunch with a serving of rice, lulled by the slow pitch of the boat, the little wind, heat and moisture from the sea air. I arrive
Sape, a small town east of the island of Sumbawa. The trucks are all the ferry left without that I find one that would have a place to bring me back to Bali.
I take a local bus to Bima. Erfani, the young guy who takes care of "load" the bus customers ("load" is the right word so the bus is filled to the brim), I made room on the roof, and I feast for 2 hours, this landscape that I had had the insight that between-go (and some branches are too low which passes under the bus).
An excellent view by passing a small hill, paddy fields, small villages, farmers who dry their rice on a sheet beside the road. Erfan sleep like every night, the bus has Bima, until the next morning to recharge again bus customers who wish to join Sape to take the ferry. Diner a bakso, noodles and meatballs, chicken and shower just before the power failure during 1h throughout the city, which also cut the water pump from the hotel.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Breakfast included, as in almost all hotels in Indonesia, here's a thermos of hot water on the small table in front of my room, a bag of coffee powder and 2 wafers.
I am waiting for my bag for the next bus Dompu halfway before Uh'U, 1 departure every hour. The inhabitants of this city make it pleasant to wait in the street chatting with everyone. I takes the bus for 2 hours by road, this little country road, which serves as national, which crosses the island of Sumbawa, a very hilly landscape, some peaks of small mountains in the clouds, bright sun, the rice Below, salt marshes, the wives of fishermen who are trying to sell their fresh fish coming through the window when the bus drop off a passenger, the old Indonesian sitting beside me, smoking a Gitane local adds a splash of clove, excellent, which leaves a sweet taste on the lips, Mothers with children on their knees, we're all claws against each other and I'm lucky to be seated, unlike other standing tight, or on the roof, sitting on cardboard boxes.
Arrive Dompu, I paid 15,000 rupiah normal price while sympathizing with the 2 guys who takes care of passengers and luggage on the roof. A link on a motorcycle taxi to a junction where another small local bus leaving soon for Uh'U, but his driver wants to sell me a ticket for 2 times the price, and changed his mind 10 minutes later, perhaps because I asked, looking surprised, it was really a Muslim (their home being so generous usually), or because the bus is almost empty and I began to negotiate the route with a guy on a scooter. Head to the south coast of Sumbawa, my neighbor bus speaks English and offers me to stop in the village where I met his family and where he lives simply, people still adorable, and it takes me scooter up Uh'U Lakey, the famous beach of 3 kilometers Uh'U.
Uh'U Lakey is really isolated, after an unused road, and only a few surfers come here. I just rent a small bungalow with a beautiful huge bed for a good price, there are not many tourists at this time, ideal for bargain prices. It's just opposite a small beach, where I am surprised to eat a gado-gado, the plate of rice and vegetables for 3 times the price, everything is more expensive here, like the economy goreng (fried rice) to 15,000 rupiah in the evening.
No running water in the hotel, or too little. The main pump that supplies water to the hamlet the little hill next door is down and the backup pump supplying current with low output for a shower, then shower and bucket of water has the Indonesian as I usually do ^ ^.
Interesting here, the waves! And I had never seen such beautiful. On the spot right in front of my room, the wave breaks at the same spot, 300 meters from the beach. The waves are beautiful, I spend bar with a bodyboard that I found for rent and I enjoy especially fun to see surfers in the beautiful figures on a long distance. Almost every time a wave breaks, 2 surfers are, one on each side, a great place to surf.
Friday, July 23, 2010
Back Bima to rent a bike and explore the surrounding countryside. I boarded a bus and sit in the back, it is still full, and the guy just trying to sell me a ticket for double the price, and jokingly, I get to have great prices, c is where the stuff that makes it nice to be here, no-brainer with the shark tourism. A pleasant journey yet, to sympathize with the people around me even if they do not speak English, there are always 2 or 3 words we can understand to begin with. I arrive in Bima, guys all excited trying to sell me a ticket for Sape like all tourists usually just passing through, and I take a small room. Unfortunately, all bikes are already leased. I'm going to tour the town, and it's really nice and welcoming, no tourist ever comes here, so there's not all vendors who jump on me as often, people are very warm, every time I stop even for a minute, I discuss or shaking a hand with a smile. Dinner in a small restaurant with a plate of rice, vegetables and temple, these seeds of soybeans agglomerated into crisp fritters.
Saturday, July 24, 2010
A tower in the city where I finally found the only provider that is compatible with my Visa card, but I am reassured after getting tickets because so many times Distributors are down, or there are power cuts, or ... or ... . Returning to my hotel, even meetings, reunions and even the day before. Yet it is unusual to see local in their store, but they did offer me to buy anything. I climb into
top of a hill overlooking the town of Bima, although the Muslim midday prayers fill the city, through the speakers to sound too loud and completely saturated.
I took the night bus to arrive tomorrow morning at Mataram on Lombok island. I hurt my coup planned for dinner because it was 1am the bus stops for lunch and had the slab. I had to sleep ... 1 / 2 hour after leaving this place as a fan too cold air conditioning set to "freezing" I can not block, and under the drops of rainwater through the roof of the bus and come up above my head, a bad place, and I settle to the bottom Bus, ideal for pioncer on 2 seats free and stirred all the time (back of the bus route and could force), and especially over the hot engine. I even made climbing the toilet, why the position, then there are 2 large buckets filled with ground water that can be flush, but prevent them from entering and laying the feet on the ground that the bus bearing down on this small winding road full of holes, and that the ceiling is too low to stand, above the Turkish toilet?!
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Arrive 8am, still not slept more than an hour. the road is really rotten even when bitumen full of tight turns, climbs slopes, and our driver, I mean our driver, easily avoiding the vehicles that crossed by short, crisp shots of flying and big honking for them to depart and not to reduce its high rate of "cruise".
arrives at the bus station in Mataram, as usual 20 people for selling tickets to all directions around possible, and I quickly get rid of it with my traditional morning good spirits when I did not slept. Back Oka, a homestay family run Hindu or I rent a bike when I first get some sleep. A look at the ominous sky, I go visit a temple where come to practice just as much Hindu as Muslim. Then I go hoping to find a small local market but I only find small roads and a landscape of contrasts few rays of sunlight pass through knotting heavy and gray.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Check a motorcycle ride to an island, sometimes I find tourists to share a boat and reach it, a little place known for great snorkeling, but I finally arrive at the pier for the ferry, talks with a guy who wants to sell me a ticket to Kuta for tomorrow while he is on a bus route from Surabaya in Java, 2 days bus by a seller diehards. Back to Mataram, after a break of 2 hours under a small shelter of these rice farmers on a roadside, because the rain is like that of Guyana, in 2 seconds I'm soaked to the bone.
Tuesday 27 juilet 2010
I discuss with my roommates who will benefit from Lombok scooter, then I would take advantage of that rain. Other neighbors travelers share their adventures in China, Tibet, Iraq, ... I take the minibus direct to Kuta I booked 150,000 rupiah yesterday, thinking to pay a little more than if I had to negotiate the 4 or 5 that I bemos the take to finally arrive in Kuta, but I realized that I spent nearly 50,000 more in the end. I met a French couple returning from the islands Gili Trawangan, I thought this island to join at the beginning of this adventure to the Dragons and I am very happy with my choice after they told the orgy m'aient tourist these islands. Nice to speak French and no longer be restricted to my poor English vocabulary, although I still do not play cards ^ ^.
As I suspected, Gili Trawangan is the meeting point for tourists who love the fiesta among tourists who want to try magic mushrooms, to smoke pot Indonesian police without fear, absent from the island, while it is risking the death penalty in Indonesia, and enjoy diving and snorkeling during the day.
Arriving by ferry on the island of Bali, the ticket I have is a bus which will drop all the tourists take turns in the 4 main areas of Bali, 3 hours journey, and I regret even more to have paid too much, because I just learned that a local bus go straight to Kuta 1h ^ ^
arrives and then finally in Kuta, as I feared, I can not find chamber was less than 150,000 rupiah in the neighborhood where I am, 14 euros, I find cheaper and would change tomorrow. A small snack
Indonesian meal in a dark street a local price between 2 buildings, rare to find it in this neighborhood, and obviously the guys, Indonesians who are working here are surprised to see a tourist to eat with them.
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I find a room a bit cheaper, but it will be hard to beat in this town too touristy, but it is even impossible to negotiate prices, as when I tried for my new room and the guy said with a smile that his fixed price is enough for the room is rented easily and he finds his account is much different from Indonesia I know.
No way around it given the time that does not dry and I'm leaving tomorrow, I have to do my laundry, there still expensive compared to usual, Kuta is really a sort of side of Azure regarding prices and local business. I can find some cons for secondhand books in French with a bit more choice than usual. The friend I met in Kuta by the site of couchsurfing, which is manager of a tourist agency, explained that he rents his furnished room in Kuta for Rp 1,500,000, 140 euros. The guy selling a few DVDs, with whom I dined last night on the Indonesian snack pay him, 500,000 rupiah his room, 45 euros per month, also in Kuta. A guy with whom I had dinner in Labuan Bajo, English teacher, told me earn 2.5 million rupiah a month, 240 euros, and the guy from cyber cafe in the same town told me to be about 2,000,000 rupiah per month . It's pretty good information on the contrast between tourists and locals.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
I go to the airport to my plane. Problem, I changed all my rupiah, accustomed to no longer charge after registering my luggage, but the record, I am asked to pay for my luggage, and I should also pay a fee to leave the airport join and departure lounges!
off on this track along the sea and overlooking the Java Sea and on some islands which I do often see the top of ancient volcanoes that protrude above the clouds. Bali will not fail me, but Indonesia may be the place I would have preferred in my journey, certainly for its Indonesian!
photos in Indonesia
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Brazilian Style Waxing
Indonesie, L'indonesie
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
min of Surabaya on Java island, to Denpasar on Bali overnight. I manage to sleep until a first stop at midnight to eat a meal included in the ticket, but the rice tastes the same as the product used to wash the dishes, poorly flushed, but everyone guzzler, I'm surely be hard ^ ^.
later and further down the road, about 1 am, an explosion woke with a start, just a tire burst. I would start to have almost always, yesterday I took the bus had the same problem, except that the rear did not support and would be lost.
This time, the driver rolls gently up a roadside wider, and one of two drivers changed the 2nd inner wheel in the rear half hour with a skill as a mechanic.
We arrive at 9am the morning in Denpasar, the capital of Bali. As at each bus arrived, full of guys trying to offer their bus tickets and a taxi driver jumps on me because I have the misfortune to utter Ubud where I was going to say, he even scare a small bemo , a small minibus, which offered to take me, but changed his mind, claiming that there is more, seeing the beefy taxi driver who does not let go and continues barking until I get rid of my ways when I have limited no sleep ... I took a
bemo, small mini-buses to local immigration office. The taxi driver still a bit special to me touts the heroine ... I extended my visa in 10 days, 10 days for a sticker and a shot buffer .... I would see later that in other offices, one day and a small bank note will suffice.
Bali tourism has a strong taste and I am worried about having to spend 10 days here ^ ^. I'm fortunate in arriving in Ubud, as I explore the streets in search of a room, not everyone speaks to me as rather expensive hotels, but looking in a small side street, a hotel or my boss shows a room at 200,000 rupiah (18 euros), I explain that I just looking for a bed and something to wash me, and she found this more than I expected to find here, a small room she rents usual the Indonesians who work here ..
(Agus Pension (0361) 973 235 - small street perpendicular to Monkey Forest Street, Ayun and her husband will welcome you!)
Lunch in the alley that leads to his guesthouse, a restaurant in a nook in the shelter, filled with things to do plates of rice, gado gado, small compact blocks of rice and some vegetables, and the woman who offered me a meal at the local price of Indonesia, fortunately, since this street, there are only restaurant tourists and the price of gado gado I eat, not even the price of coffee.
Visit the monkey forest, which gives its name to the street. Lots of small players monkeys, thieves, and sometimes mordant, fun to see this small mass energy clinging to my clothes and come and take a biscuit in my hand in the air. Later, in a magnificent temple where I had to wear a sarung to enter this traditional Hindu tissue attachment around the waist, another monkey jumps on me to try to open my bag, or tearing and biting The glutton ^ ^!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
I rent a scooter and I'm going to get lost in the vicinity of Ubud. Lunch in a snack at the roadside, a fruit salad and peanut sauce peppers, excellent, accompanied by 3 shrimp and chips' Goula copied ", coffee with sugar Indonesian prepares the coffee very fine powder, which can not not finish the glass, filled with the deposit.
I'm a ride on the crest of a hill, a view of nature. I visited a few small temples. It's everywhere, these magnificent temples. Each built his own house, on a space of about 10 m2, and install 1, 2 or more of these small monuments in homage to a deity. And always of offerings, all day, every day everywhere even before the doors of houses, the statues of Hindu deities on the car parked outside the house is a small cup of woven leaves, a few flower petals red, yellow, ... rice, a little something in it to recall the good memories of divinity Balinese in traditional dress came to its offerings.
dinner after finally found an Indonesian restaurant in this city tourists, a small local restaurant is not expensive, has just over one euro for a plate of rice, tofu and tempe ( soybean seeds, fried into small fritters, grilled crispy and crunchy peanuts few added to the donut), all cooked with a sweet and spicy sauce with white rice and a glass of ice tea, the usual drink during the meal.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Someone keeps a small bell to ring out on waking and Ayun, the owner, explains that it is a ceremony that takes place every morning. Her husband tells me a road to reach Lake Batur, a corner with a beautiful view and a temple reputation on top of a volcano that overlooks a large lake.
I spin, and it will take me almost 1 / 4 hour drive on the main road before stopping to see the stores has tourists each side of the road! Ubud finally engulfed by the tourist business and hopefully not drown me ^ ^
I take the first small road which I found to no longer be on this "great" axis which is a simple country road, but widely used and the view is not interesting. On this new piece of tar, which follows the crest of a hill, I discover breathtaking views of rice fields, most have just been sown, small clumps of rice plants just waiting to grow for more cover later this pool of 20cm depth of a green that will turn almost fluorescent yellow then.
During a break, I pay a sari holding mandatory to meet I would be visiting the temples, and that's not expensive. Going back on the bike, I realize that the kid that I ran my bag opened while her boyfriend was talking to me and I admired the view. I am really surprised when I'm in this place so famous, so beautiful, clean, ordered, a tourist paradise ^ ^! And later I would learn the sad reality, many children are on the streets in Indonesia, still repelled by the police outside the tourist areas, ie in most cities of Bali!
I begin to curdle arriving atop a small hill, I'm not accustomed to temperatures below 25 degrees, and the impressive view, I'm just under the clouds to admire a panorama almost 180 degrees, rice paddies, the volcano, the lake and the small road that I follow. The other side of the volcano retains precisely the clouds. I see down the lake, a small tower at the foot of a volcano whose crater is filled with a cloud, and everywhere around these volcanic rocks dangerous for the scooter tires. I saw a few restaurants with stunning views, filled their car has bemo tourists, and I even pissed a taxi driver because I do not park in the parking lot has tourists but on the edge of the road for 5 minutes. The only unpleasant bossent in Indonesian tourism.
bottom of the volcano, the lake, a small square, 3 local snacks, and 3 sellers leave me alone after 1 minute to attempt their basket in hand full of necklaces and bracelets, no tourists for them TODAY 'hui, difficult, and I would breakfast talking with a painter very peaceful.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
I head south, a pause in a march Denpasar and Kuta I would be up. The road is very busy this time. Denpasar has quickly arrive and find the shows I've been walking, having found the correct sequence of one-way streets which the city fulfilled.
Actually walking, they are fabric stores and sarungs. I go to the end of the street and find a local mall, three floors of booths where I can find anything, vegetables on the ground floor, and jewelry, textiles and clothing on floors. I meet a star of French television, I do not know what show man behind variety shows, accompanied by a blonde with large hat and sunglasses, probably for fear that a reporter knows about it.
Lunch on the stand of a Muslim, here there is diversity and respect for different religions, unlike al'île Java, Muslim, would be very closed to other religions has what me explain. I then spun
Kuta to see what it looks like, and I quickly understood when I arrive in the center of the city, and crosses many tourists on 2 wheels, sometimes with the surfboard on the side of the scooter and full force tourists of stores, hotels, restaurants.
I'll see the beach, impeccable, and tourists to 2 o'clock in the afternoon forcing. I go in Ubud, finally I try, because the directional signs in Bali are scarce and incomplete. Once I indication for Ubud, and the next intersection, I did more. Fortunately, my neighbors tell me red light still on track, and with smile.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Depart for Batu Karu temple, a temple at the foot of the mountain of the same name. A tranquil temple and back, not so extraordinary a visit if this is the road to get there. I then continued until Luwih Jati, a small village in the middle of rice fields. This site is world heritage of mankind. And yes, it's beautiful, it's the place that I prefer on Bali. I delight in stopping every 100 meters for a new vision and a new photo. Photos that do indeed make anything, because the most beautiful is the width of this landscape and the horizon over hundreds of rice fields has floors.
I have lunch in a small snack or a woman I prepared a plate of gado gado, the price of the plate, 2000 rupiah, barely 20c euros and I have almost too much. I go quietly regaling me of that road has turns away from the traffic of southern Bali, past the houses like temples carved.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I go visit Pura Besakih, the most famous temple in Bali. Arrives at the entrance of the temple, three guides, each in turn, propose using almost mandatory reasons, I remain Zen and zap to the temple gate, or, another 3 other are guides to the small grid and block the passage by claiming a ceremony that requires visitors to be accompanied. I arrive at a fair price to visit him, but I would learn later that any Hindu temple is always free.
is great indeed, but not so extraordinary, besides the gilding on the black volcanic stone that gives a wonderful contrast with the view of Bali which extends to the sea has the horizon. After the central temple, full of other small temples, each worshiping a deity different, with these kinds of tower 7, 9 or 11 levels in a representative sort of levels of "liberation" or awakening of the deity.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
descends Denpasar I pay for my visa extension, and I am ripped off by the Customs of 5 euros, I do not know the exact price of the visa and trusted, and the officer's salary rounded as is customary in Indonesia. You should also know that to become a police officer, he had to pay for all competitions and grades that are now his meager salary, a fair return?
Friday, July 16, 2010
I leave Bali is truly a beautiful place, both in the landscape, as in the customs temples of development in each house offerings at all on which it is possible to make wishes, and very friendly people, we leave the tourist areas.
Friday, July 16, 2010
This morning, I take a minibus to join one of three heavenly islands bordering the north west of Lombok, Gili Terawagan, or it would be possible to get a good night and fiestas to feast on beautiful beaches and snorkeling spots during the day. I guess soon the atmosphere and the people of the place where I saw all the passengers in the minibus, which must arrive directly from Kuta.
In the minibus, I met a couple Polish whose husband is a biologist, who will study the Komodo dragons.
It takes 4 hour ferry to the island of Lombok, and why not get a chance to change direction ...
photos on the island of Bali
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
min of Surabaya on Java island, to Denpasar on Bali overnight. I manage to sleep until a first stop at midnight to eat a meal included in the ticket, but the rice tastes the same as the product used to wash the dishes, poorly flushed, but everyone guzzler, I'm surely be hard ^ ^.
later and further down the road, about 1 am, an explosion woke with a start, just a tire burst. I would start to have almost always, yesterday I took the bus had the same problem, except that the rear did not support and would be lost.
This time, the driver rolls gently up a roadside wider, and one of two drivers changed the 2nd inner wheel in the rear half hour with a skill as a mechanic.
We arrive at 9am the morning in Denpasar, the capital of Bali. As at each bus arrived, full of guys trying to offer their bus tickets and a taxi driver jumps on me because I have the misfortune to utter Ubud where I was going to say, he even scare a small bemo , a small minibus, which offered to take me, but changed his mind, claiming that there is more, seeing the beefy taxi driver who does not let go and continues barking until I get rid of my ways when I have limited no sleep ... I took a
bemo, small mini-buses to local immigration office. The taxi driver still a bit special to me touts the heroine ... I extended my visa in 10 days, 10 days for a sticker and a shot buffer .... I would see later that in other offices, one day and a small bank note will suffice.
Bali tourism has a strong taste and I am worried about having to spend 10 days here ^ ^. I'm fortunate in arriving in Ubud, as I explore the streets in search of a room, not everyone speaks to me as rather expensive hotels, but looking in a small side street, a hotel or my boss shows a room at 200,000 rupiah (18 euros), I explain that I just looking for a bed and something to wash me, and she found this more than I expected to find here, a small room she rents usual the Indonesians who work here ..
(Agus Pension (0361) 973 235 - small street perpendicular to Monkey Forest Street, Ayun and her husband will welcome you!)
Lunch in the alley that leads to his guesthouse, a restaurant in a nook in the shelter, filled with things to do plates of rice, gado gado, small compact blocks of rice and some vegetables, and the woman who offered me a meal at the local price of Indonesia, fortunately, since this street, there are only restaurant tourists and the price of gado gado I eat, not even the price of coffee.
Visit the monkey forest, which gives its name to the street. Lots of small players monkeys, thieves, and sometimes mordant, fun to see this small mass energy clinging to my clothes and come and take a biscuit in my hand in the air. Later, in a magnificent temple where I had to wear a sarung to enter this traditional Hindu tissue attachment around the waist, another monkey jumps on me to try to open my bag, or tearing and biting The glutton ^ ^!
Thursday, July 8, 2010
I rent a scooter and I'm going to get lost in the vicinity of Ubud. Lunch in a snack at the roadside, a fruit salad and peanut sauce peppers, excellent, accompanied by 3 shrimp and chips' Goula copied ", coffee with sugar Indonesian prepares the coffee very fine powder, which can not not finish the glass, filled with the deposit.
I'm a ride on the crest of a hill, a view of nature. I visited a few small temples. It's everywhere, these magnificent temples. Each built his own house, on a space of about 10 m2, and install 1, 2 or more of these small monuments in homage to a deity. And always of offerings, all day, every day everywhere even before the doors of houses, the statues of Hindu deities on the car parked outside the house is a small cup of woven leaves, a few flower petals red, yellow, ... rice, a little something in it to recall the good memories of divinity Balinese in traditional dress came to its offerings.
dinner after finally found an Indonesian restaurant in this city tourists, a small local restaurant is not expensive, has just over one euro for a plate of rice, tofu and tempe ( soybean seeds, fried into small fritters, grilled crispy and crunchy peanuts few added to the donut), all cooked with a sweet and spicy sauce with white rice and a glass of ice tea, the usual drink during the meal.
Friday, July 9, 2010
Someone keeps a small bell to ring out on waking and Ayun, the owner, explains that it is a ceremony that takes place every morning. Her husband tells me a road to reach Lake Batur, a corner with a beautiful view and a temple reputation on top of a volcano that overlooks a large lake.
I spin, and it will take me almost 1 / 4 hour drive on the main road before stopping to see the stores has tourists each side of the road! Ubud finally engulfed by the tourist business and hopefully not drown me ^ ^
I take the first small road which I found to no longer be on this "great" axis which is a simple country road, but widely used and the view is not interesting. On this new piece of tar, which follows the crest of a hill, I discover breathtaking views of rice fields, most have just been sown, small clumps of rice plants just waiting to grow for more cover later this pool of 20cm depth of a green that will turn almost fluorescent yellow then.
During a break, I pay a sari holding mandatory to meet I would be visiting the temples, and that's not expensive. Going back on the bike, I realize that the kid that I ran my bag opened while her boyfriend was talking to me and I admired the view. I am really surprised when I'm in this place so famous, so beautiful, clean, ordered, a tourist paradise ^ ^! And later I would learn the sad reality, many children are on the streets in Indonesia, still repelled by the police outside the tourist areas, ie in most cities of Bali!
I begin to curdle arriving atop a small hill, I'm not accustomed to temperatures below 25 degrees, and the impressive view, I'm just under the clouds to admire a panorama almost 180 degrees, rice paddies, the volcano, the lake and the small road that I follow. The other side of the volcano retains precisely the clouds. I see down the lake, a small tower at the foot of a volcano whose crater is filled with a cloud, and everywhere around these volcanic rocks dangerous for the scooter tires. I saw a few restaurants with stunning views, filled their car has bemo tourists, and I even pissed a taxi driver because I do not park in the parking lot has tourists but on the edge of the road for 5 minutes. The only unpleasant bossent in Indonesian tourism.
bottom of the volcano, the lake, a small square, 3 local snacks, and 3 sellers leave me alone after 1 minute to attempt their basket in hand full of necklaces and bracelets, no tourists for them TODAY 'hui, difficult, and I would breakfast talking with a painter very peaceful.
Saturday, July 10, 2010
I head south, a pause in a march Denpasar and Kuta I would be up. The road is very busy this time. Denpasar has quickly arrive and find the shows I've been walking, having found the correct sequence of one-way streets which the city fulfilled.
Actually walking, they are fabric stores and sarungs. I go to the end of the street and find a local mall, three floors of booths where I can find anything, vegetables on the ground floor, and jewelry, textiles and clothing on floors. I meet a star of French television, I do not know what show man behind variety shows, accompanied by a blonde with large hat and sunglasses, probably for fear that a reporter knows about it.
Lunch on the stand of a Muslim, here there is diversity and respect for different religions, unlike al'île Java, Muslim, would be very closed to other religions has what me explain. I then spun
Kuta to see what it looks like, and I quickly understood when I arrive in the center of the city, and crosses many tourists on 2 wheels, sometimes with the surfboard on the side of the scooter and full force tourists of stores, hotels, restaurants.
I'll see the beach, impeccable, and tourists to 2 o'clock in the afternoon forcing. I go in Ubud, finally I try, because the directional signs in Bali are scarce and incomplete. Once I indication for Ubud, and the next intersection, I did more. Fortunately, my neighbors tell me red light still on track, and with smile.
Monday, July 12, 2010
Depart for Batu Karu temple, a temple at the foot of the mountain of the same name. A tranquil temple and back, not so extraordinary a visit if this is the road to get there. I then continued until Luwih Jati, a small village in the middle of rice fields. This site is world heritage of mankind. And yes, it's beautiful, it's the place that I prefer on Bali. I delight in stopping every 100 meters for a new vision and a new photo. Photos that do indeed make anything, because the most beautiful is the width of this landscape and the horizon over hundreds of rice fields has floors.
I have lunch in a small snack or a woman I prepared a plate of gado gado, the price of the plate, 2000 rupiah, barely 20c euros and I have almost too much. I go quietly regaling me of that road has turns away from the traffic of southern Bali, past the houses like temples carved.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
I go visit Pura Besakih, the most famous temple in Bali. Arrives at the entrance of the temple, three guides, each in turn, propose using almost mandatory reasons, I remain Zen and zap to the temple gate, or, another 3 other are guides to the small grid and block the passage by claiming a ceremony that requires visitors to be accompanied. I arrive at a fair price to visit him, but I would learn later that any Hindu temple is always free.
is great indeed, but not so extraordinary, besides the gilding on the black volcanic stone that gives a wonderful contrast with the view of Bali which extends to the sea has the horizon. After the central temple, full of other small temples, each worshiping a deity different, with these kinds of tower 7, 9 or 11 levels in a representative sort of levels of "liberation" or awakening of the deity.
Thursday, July 15, 2010
descends Denpasar I pay for my visa extension, and I am ripped off by the Customs of 5 euros, I do not know the exact price of the visa and trusted, and the officer's salary rounded as is customary in Indonesia. You should also know that to become a police officer, he had to pay for all competitions and grades that are now his meager salary, a fair return?
Friday, July 16, 2010
I leave Bali is truly a beautiful place, both in the landscape, as in the customs temples of development in each house offerings at all on which it is possible to make wishes, and very friendly people, we leave the tourist areas.
Friday, July 16, 2010
This morning, I take a minibus to join one of three heavenly islands bordering the north west of Lombok, Gili Terawagan, or it would be possible to get a good night and fiestas to feast on beautiful beaches and snorkeling spots during the day. I guess soon the atmosphere and the people of the place where I saw all the passengers in the minibus, which must arrive directly from Kuta.
In the minibus, I met a couple Polish whose husband is a biologist, who will study the Komodo dragons.
It takes 4 hour ferry to the island of Lombok, and why not get a chance to change direction ...
photos on the island of Bali
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