I sat down at the first row. I was not the kind of student who used to sit right next to the teacher in class but after all, it’s not everyday that I’ll be able to see a traditional Balinese show. And after the few first notes of the Gamelan resonated in the big room, I knew it was probably be the last time!
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Impossible to be in Ubud and not think about Elizabeth Gilbert, the writer of the best seller and autobiographic novel “Eat, Pray, Love”. Continue reading
Being on an island could describe the sensation of being trapped, of running around in circles. Like Johnny Cash, you have been everywhere, explored all the caves, inspected under every bushes and walked on every path. All around you is the ocean and you are certain: you have seen it all.
Under the rain or on a sunny day, the island have no mystery for you anymore.
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“I am Muslim!” Said proudly the taxi driver who was driving me from Ubud to Canggu. “And you?”
“Hmmm… I try to take what I think is the best from every religion, but I am not from one confession really!”
The taxi driver didn’t talk to me until the rest of the trip. He looked obviously upset! Whatever is your religion in Indonesia, you HAVE to have one.
[Careful – Cheesy and romantic contains]
I’ve never been so happy to be on my own. Bingin beach is the perfect place on earth for solo travelers who wants to have a break. Imagine a beautiful little beach protected by the cliff, few travelers happy to avoid you as much as you want to avoid them, plenty of space to lie on the sun or chill on your balcony facing the sea, fresh fruits for breakfast and the only sound you can hear around is the ocean or the ladies selling bracelets.
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I met Alberto, a Spanish traveler in Jogja. I was searching for an express tour to see what East Java had to show in terms of Volanoes. I could have do it on my own, like a badass but after reading a lot of advices on Google from people who did it in the past, I realise that this time, an agency would be more than welcome. It really looked like a big hassle and it seems to costs more to do it on your own than with a tour.
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First, I’ve heard her voice. The accent transported me straight back in London.
Then I saw her. A little ray of sunshine, a little jumpy fresh girl with a smile big as the ocean. She looked like a great human.
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On the 31st of December 2014, one year ago exactly, a Scottish church rang midnight and the bagpipes in the stadium I was standing in began playing the goodbye song. Fireworks were illuminating the sky and my cold smoky breath was blurring the stars behind my partner’s head as I looked up at him. As much as Scotland can be cold on a 31st of December, my heart was burning with love and hope for the new year to come.
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The Wanderlust Queens Project 