My whimsical wanderings where are we going? I don't know, I thought you knew. No, I don't know. Maybe he knows. No. He definitely doesn't know. Maybe no-one knows. Oh well. I hope it's nice when we get there.

Bali

Monday, 12 Nov 2007 | Views [684]

I arrived at night in the torrential rain - oh dear. Then my room had cockroaches, big oh dear. I had to keep going out to get receptionist man to kill them with his broom. And there was no sink, not a problem, just a little odd. Nerves over the cockroaches ... Read more >

Tags: Beaches & sunshine