As you may know, I spent two years in London. You might think that for a frenchy, living on Queen Elizabeth’s island would have depressed my sensitives taste buds. And you would be wrong, oh so wrong my dear reader! London offered me the chance to discover cuisine from everywhere in the world.
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Back home, there is few things that really annoy me. People pushing me in a crowded place and not apologizing. Being late and people who are late. Even if I must admit being late at all my meetings. It’s in my genes, I can’t fight it, it’s my Latin blood! I hate cold espresso, bicycling under the rain and also tomato sauce stain on a white blouse. Let’s not talk about guys in the street asking if I want to grab a drink with them. No. I don’t want to know you. I’m busy and you are scary. Leave. Me. Alone. Please.
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It exists in Canggu, a place where you can drink expensive cocktails in tin shiny cups, observe skaters riding in an empty pool, dance in front of a projection of old surf movies, and then get a tattoo.
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We are at Old Mans, in Batu Bolong, a beach bar. I am still working on some articles, enjoying the sunset with two beers. Two. Because when it’s the happy hour, at Old Mans, you can’t get just one. I must look a bit nerdy with my iPad, alone at this big round table and my two drinks that I hardly sip.
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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.
The Wanderlust Queens Project 