The boat I took from Nusa Lembogan to the Gili Islands stopped in Lomboq to unload some passengers. We stayed at the small pier for half an hour because of police control.
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Lunch in the rice fields
On the road to the Secret Temple, we stopped in a restaurant hidden in the rice fields.
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Teenagers of Bromo: Rock’n’roll and traditions
In the end, the only landscapes I saw of Java was when I arrived by plane and behind the mini van’s window who drove me from Jogja to Bromo and from Bromo to Ijen. I don’t feel like I’ve been able to experience the real countryside lifestyle but when we came back from the first hike of the tour, I start speaking with the guys working at the hotel we were staying at.
Little mermaid from Mongolia
It took me twenty minutes to guess that Vento was from Mongolia. If I’ve learned something during my trip is that you always can be surprised by the nationality of people. An accent or the color of the skin, the shape of the face or the way people dress themself up doesn’t mean anything and most of the time travelers have influences from everywhere.
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Princess bed
My plans changed again when the locals told me that the only bus of the day left already. I had to stay there for the night.
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The first impression
It is true that the first impression you have of a city can be slightly transformed by the atmosphere you’ll find in the hotel you are staying in.
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Treat yourself
Hungover days are better in a princess hotel. It was the second time in few days that I had the opportunity to stay in a – let’s say it – place which is not supposed to have been created to welcome backpackers.
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Koh Chang
I wake up early, packed my stuff and jumped on a scooter taxi towards the bus station.
I slept the entire trip, only to wake up on a pier. Who said big buses are not comfy in Asia?
Marion
I was a waitress in Paris for few weeks already, in this sweet little café in the center of the city when my boss introduced me to this cute little lady who was going to be my colleague for the summer. At the end of the day I realized that “cute little lady” was not the term to employ if you want to talk about Marion. It would be more like “tiger”, “strong”, “French class” or “amazing character”. She has been my partner in crimes, my confident and my support. I was her island of peace, her no-judgmental friend. A strong relationship linked us since then and when I moved in England, she was the kind of friend I would call if I was coming back to Paris for a week end, for a coffee or a mint tea at the Parisian Mosque.
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Ayutthaya
A bit confused, I arrived at the train station at 3am. It was already hot. Maybe it just never stopped to be hot in the end…
I sat down on a bench, not really sure about what I was thinking about when I took that cheap ticket to come here. I was a lonely girl with all her belongings with her in a place where she was not supposed to be. I didn’t felt really in danger as there is always policemen and monks around in a train station but… Rule number one, never stay too long around a train station at night, anywhere in the world. Ah nah, that’s rule number two sorry. The first one is: “Don’t come back with a child”.
The Wanderlust Queens Project 