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
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The longest day
A look at my bank account is telling me that it’s time to reduce the expenses. Not that I bought an extra bag of souvenirs or that I am filling up my stomach every night while emptying my wallet but comparing to the other countries I travelled so far in South East Asia, Indonesia is not the cheapest in terms of accommodations and traveling from a city to another.
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Sylvain
I met Sylvain about three years ago, in an hostel in Iceland. A huge snowstorm forced my travel buddy and I to stop for the night in an hostel when I heard a french couple behind me at the reception. Let me tell you that as a french person, you can be really judgemental over other french persons when you are travelling. So I didn’t say anything at first and just listened. Just to be sure. You know…
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Gili Air
Yep. It’s raining again.
I arrive on Gili Air in the afternoon. I planned to meet my friend Sylvain in the evening so I start to explore the area while it’s still day light. It’s a small and intimate island so it doesn’t take me long to walk around. I love this feeling of proximity. We are only four of five tourists arriving in Gili Air today so it’s a piece of cake to find a cool and cheap shack to stay for two nights. (Bambu homestay)
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Sisters
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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Rastafari
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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Circle
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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Sweet Gili T
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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Thunderstorm
I wanted to thanks Mylène for the interview. Braving the risk of storm growing up seriously, we went out for a drink in a fancy hotel facing the sea, few minutes by walk from our hostel. Yes, there is fancy fancy hotels in Nusa Lembogan. Maybe… Two or three. But still.
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Manta Rays
“They are here! You are lucky guys!” Said my rasta diver instructor on the boat.
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The Wanderlust Queens Project 