Fuzzy Wuzzy was a bear. Fuzzy Wuzzy had no hair. Fuzzy Wuzzy wasn't fuzzy, was he?

A very memorable line of children’s nursery rhyme verse, but years later, having taught it to my daughter, it’s occurred to me that I don’t even realize what it means! Not only that but what are its origins? And could it even be racist?

Well after a cursory check on the net it looks like my concerns appear to be justified!

Because the origin of the verse can be traced back to the 19th century when British colonial soldiers used it to describe members of an East African nomadic tribe called the Hadendoa.

The term caught on and was later used to denote tribal peoples in places like Papua New Guinea and Australia.

Legendary British poet Rudyard Kipling – who wrote The Jungle Book in 1894 – even penned a short poem called 'Fuzzy Wuzzy' in 1918, paying tribute to the fighting abilities of this gutsy African tribe:

We've fought with many men acrost the seas,
An' some of 'em was brave an' some was not:
The Paythan an' the Zulu an' Burmese;
But the Fuzzy was the finest o' the lot.

Yep, the British soldiers must have been shocked by the flamboyant and unusual appearance of the “fuzzy Wuzzy” warriors. But then again, did they ever think to consider what the “Fuzzy Wuzzy” thought of THEM?


Americans watch an awful lot of TV. So much so, that by adulthood they are able to correctly identify thousands and thousands of US corporate logos but apparently very few North American flowers/plants and other types of flora. We are corporate savvy but ecologically ignorant. But hey, then again, when was the last time you were asked what type of dipterocarpus you wanted in your hamburger?

Anyway, back to the brands: what about the Indonesian brands? Do we know them as well as the American ones? Our California fried chicken from our KFC, or our Wismilaks from our Malboros?

Well, to see if we do or not, I’ve collected some Indonesian corporate logos off the net. See how many you can identify. You should do well: most of them are very well known.

Ok, let’s start with an easy one (a) for the cretins among you:

And here are a bunch of well-known corporates (b,c,d,e):

These are a bit more difficult (f,g,h):

And the eagles get everywhere even though they are dying out (i,j,k):

These are a bit tougher (l,m,n,o):

And you might have trouble with these (p,q,r,s):

And as for the Indonesian plants? Well there are definitely three that you should know. Cos back in June 1990, ex president Suharto declared three flowers as Indonesia's national flowers. But do you know what they are?

Key: a) Ancol funpark; b) Telkom, c) Pertamina, d) Garuda, e) Gudang Garam, f) Bakrie & Brothers, g) Extra Joss, h) Hero Supermarket, i) TransJakarta Busway, j) Pos Indonesia, k) Garuda Food, l) Indosat, m) BNI, n) Batik Keris, o) Gramedia Bookshop, p) Sofyan Hotels, q) Sido Muncul, r) Jakarta Stock Exchange, s) Sarinah Dept Store (new logo)

Key for the plants:
a) melati (Jasminum sambac), a small white flower with sweet fragrance
b) the anggrek (Orchid) and
c) the Rafflesia arnoldi – of course.


A lot of expats have come and gone over the years. Most choose to return to their home countries but a few hardy souls do spend their twilight years here - ultimately to end up pushing up rice paddies rather than daisies. Not that it really matters of course. What’s in a plant after all?

The number of expats probably peaked in the Suharto boom years, yet nothing approaching the numbers in neighboring Singapore or Malaysia. And back in the ‘60s expats in Indonesia were probably rarer than the
Javanese rhino (only 300 are now left incidentally – rhinos that is – not expats). But who was the first expat in postcolonial Indonesia? Who trailblazed the way, clearing away the tropical undergrowth and setting down the basic rules for what is de rigueur expat behavior in this part of the world?

Well, I’ve always wondered about the answer to that question, and was therefore interested to see that a painting by
Antonio Blanco was sold in Jakarta by auction for the cool sum of Rp430 million - more on this later :)

I didn’t know much about Blanco until there was a fascinating Indonesian TV drama on his life a few years ago. Basically, Antonio Blanco came over here in the 1920s, and was so allured by the charms of the local female populace (some things never do change!) that he ended up marrying a rather lovely Balinese dancer named Ni Ronji, and pretty much spent the rest of his life painting beautiful Balinese women.

At the same time, Blanco was also a real maverick and styled himself as the
Salvador Dali of Bali:

Antonio Blanco
And unlike most expats today he didn’t live in a chaotic city like Jakarta but in a “palatial hilltop house with a thatched bamboo roof, stone carvings, gilded statues and lush gardens”.

No wonder he remained here.

Oh and his painting that has just sold for Rp430 million? Well it certainly wouldn’t be appreciated by the Ministry of “Information”. But strangely enough the Indonesian authorities DID approve the auction and did NOT object to any of the raunchy items of art being sold there (one of them by legendary Indonesian painter Affandi). But even so I’ve censored Antonio Blanco’s painting (just to be on the safe side). See the uncensored version

Odalisque by Antonio Blanco
The 27-by-41 centimeter (11-by-16 inch) ``Odalisque,'' which had a presale high estimate of 120 million rupiah, was the star lot in a 3.5 billion rupiah sale of art by Sidharta Auctioneers. The painting shows a voluptuous lady with a rye smile (what has she been up to I wonder?) Don’t worry if you didn’t manage to purchase the painting – there are plenty of similar paintings on sale in Bali’s markets!

Balinese Art ShopA typical art shop in Ubud



Incredible as it may seem, but just 120km (75 miles) from the bustling metropolis of Jakarta live an ancient tribe of people who eschew the modern world entirely. They are the Amish of Indonesia and are known as the Badui (although they call themselves Kanekes). They number only around 6,000 and live in villages like this:
Badui village

The Badui are divided into two sub-groups; the Badui Dalam (Inner Badui) and the Badui Luar (Outer Badui). Members from each group are easily distinguishable since the Outer Badui wear only dark colors while the Inner Badui wear rough white cloth that they weave themselves.

A member of the Outer Baduy

A member of the Inner Badui

What are the taboos in Badui land? Well virtually anything you can imagine. No vehicles of any type are permitted and neither is machinery nor electronics. There is no electricity and farming must be done without using irrigation. Houses have no water and bathing is done in the nearby stream (without soap naturally). There is no education, no healthcare and no government. There is also no alcohol. In fact about the only thing that does seem to be allowed here is smoking - and sex of course (although the Badui may not be having too much of that either as there aren’t too many of them left).
badui man (1) Banten

Smoking is one of the few things allowed in Badui land

Nonetheless, a visit to the Badui is a truly rewarding experience. It’s as if time really does stand still. There is only here and now; the future and the past and the outside world have simply ceased to exist. Welcome to the forest.

Baduy forest Banten

For all their apparent aloofness and complete indifference (the Badui won’t speak to you), the Badui do seem to find foreigners as curious as we find them (they will often watch you from a distance for example).

But what could these strange people of the forest - with their ultra simplistic ways - ever find unusual about us? Don’t they realize that the only thing that matters is money and that it’s fun to spend precious time in a traffic jam and that we’re obviously going to live forever - aren’t we?
The practicalities of a visitYou can visit the Outer Badui villages after obtaining a permit and provided you go with a guide, but no foreigners are allowed to enter Inner Baduy, a sacred place, and home to a mountain which, if not looked after, the Badui say will mean the end of the world...
Getting there

By car
To get there takes about 4 hours from Jakarta. Get on the Jakarta-Merak Toll Road and later take the Serang exit. From Serang you’ll have to put your map reading skills to good use to get to Rangkasbitung. Then from here follow a very scenic road to the small border town of Ciboleger which is the entrance point into the wonderful Badui forest. At Ciboleger there are plenty of guides hanging around willing to help you. You’ll need one to get you the requisite travel permit and to take you into the Badui forest. The permit is usually ready in less than an hour or so. It’s also worth hiring a porter to carry your stuff. If you plan to stay the night(s) tell the guide and ask him the price of renting a simple house in one of the villages (should be around Rp150,000/night and can sleep around 10 or more) in addition to how much his fee will be.
By trainYes it is possible to get there by train (if you have masochistic tendencies of course). The train departs the Tanah Abang station in central Jakarta (heading for Merak). Get off at Rangkasbitung. This will take about 1.5 hours. From Rangkasbitung use public transportation to get to Ciboleger. This may take some time – but probably not more than 3 hours.

An easy and enjoyable trek is to follow the path to Gajeboh Village where you can see Badui women weaving clothes. Cross the wobbly Ciujung River bamboo bridge (made without any nails) and feel your heart beat like crazy. After a couple of hours you’ll arrive at Cicakal Village where you can spend the night.

The Map of Badui land (click on it for full size image)

The Map of Badui (Baduy) land

Stuff to bring
• Backpack
• Enough food AND drinking water
• Small stove to cook
• Hiking shoes/trainers
• Raincoat
• Jacket or sweater
• Enough clothes to wear
• Sleeping mat (plus sleeping bag for additional comfort)
• Basic medicines
• Sunglasses

Things to leave behind
The attitudes of an ignorant and selfish city dweller.

Things to buy
There are no supermarkets and there aren’t even any shops but you can buy some of the best natural honey this side of the equator.

Note: Many thanks to JH for this trip.


Technically, of course, not possible. But I did it a number of years ago after the visceral delights of hedonistic Kuta were starting to take their toll. My body needed a change and so did my mind: perhaps the peroxide from the Japanese girls had somehow been seeping into my body? I don’t really know. But whatever it was I needed a break. I felt terrible. But to East Timor? The playground of the poor and unknown? What had I let myself in for?

We slinked away from the hotel at some ungodly hour, the hotel staff sleeping at their desks, and trudged up a near-deserted Poppies Lane (even the hawkers aren’t around to try and tout you something at 5.00am!)

The planes never seem far away from Kuta beach, but it’s still a fair old walk to
Bali’s Ngurah Rai airport I can tell you. It was heavy going as well, and we seemed to sink into the soft sand as if it were that quicksand stuff they have in those old movies. But we kept going and eventually came to the airport.

Now this being the pre-Bin Laden era, the airport security guards weren’t too perturbed by our presence – today, of course, you’d probably be gunned down as a suspected terrorist - but they still told us to take the long way round to get to the actual terminal when simply jumping over the security fence would have been a whole lot easier.

All in all, it took us around two hours to arrive at the check-in area. Not bad but we were drenched in sweat, physically exhausted, and still tired from a lack of sleep. My throat was so dry an early morning Marlboro would have set it on fire.

The departure lounge is full of government official types in their safari suits and we draw a few cold, hard stares. No other tourists to be seen.

Now comes the flight – or the part that must be erased from memory. So we sleep.

Welcome to Dili, East Timor. Goats graze close to the runway. We walk from the tiny plane with the hole in the back to the shed-like building. After a while, we pick up our luggage and head outside where a mass of taxi drivers are jostling for position to greet us. They don’t see foreigners too often and think they have a ticket for the lottery. But none of them do: we are walking into Dili, a distance of around 5 kms.

It’s hot, dusty and eerily quiet. Feels like Aus. We haven’t seen a vehicle for more than 15 minutes when an army jeep speeds past, and the driver slows down to look at us for a few seconds before roaring off again. I make a mental note of the driver’s face.

Dili is strangely quiet. Not in the sense that there is no traffic – that I had expected - but because we are totally ignored. People stop to stare at us – but only from a distance - and then wander off. I start to feel uneasy. We are not far from “that” church, but head further south. Here, away from the government whitewashed brick buildings of central Dili, we see the shacks, ragged children and rabid-looking dogs. But no Gang Poppies. And no peroxide haired girls either. Or bars packed with Aussies drinking ice-cold beers. Kuta? Hell, I’m starting to miss it already…

We find the hotel – ridiculously overpriced and almost as gloomy as the shacks we saw earlier – but don’t have much choice: this ain’t Kuta is it? And anyway it’s only for one night cos we will be heading for the hills the next day. Only one other guest is staying there we’re told, and as I glance over, a young man lowers a newspaper and acknowledges our presence with a slight nod of the head. Shit… He looks an awful lot like the guy in that jeep!

Note: walking door to door across huge distances is starting to gain in popularity. Beginners – often photographers - start with inner city jaunts before progressing onto greater things. All in all, Psychogeography includes just about anything that takes pedestrians off their predictable paths and jolts them into a new awareness of the urban landscape, or indeed an entirely new landscape. Now just how far is it to Sukarno-Hatta airport?


Kuta doesn’t put on any pretentious airs. It doesn’t have to. Because everyone knows that its pleasures lie in the visceral rather than the cerebral or spiritual. The only culture here will be in your yogurt. The best things in life are free even if it may cost you a bit of money one way or the other.

The beach, for starters, is a fascinating showcase of the massive socio-economic disparity between the foreign tourists and the third world’s downtrodden peasants.

The hawkers at Kuta are easily among the most persistent in the world. “No” is simply not a word they understand.

Gigolos are an added irritation: they’ll try it on with anyone from your sister to your grandma.

But the restaurants are cheap and so is the beer.

Every night’s a party and the Tracys and the Shelias and their Japanese and Taiwanese equivalents will head for the clubs dressed in the most skin revealing outfits you can imagine. Testosterone levels rising higher and higher.

The girls
It takes all types to make the world go round, so goes the old saying, and that is certainly the case on Kuta’s long, sandy beach where rough-looking battle-axes rub shoulders – not literally one would hope – with some of the most gorgeous looking girls this side of the equator.

Kuta Beach girls

Kuta Beach girls

The searing tropical heat can be overwhelming but it’s not only Englishmen and mad dogs who go out in the midday sun, judging from the large numbers of sunburnt Caucasian ladies on the beach who sport their tomato-red flesh like a sort of bizarre tribal-sexuality scar.

Kuta Beach girls
A very fit looking older lady

As for the Asian girls, they prize their pale skin and tend to head to the beach much later in the day – usually after 4.00pm - when the sun’s strength has eased off considerably.

Kuta Beach girls
Looks like she’s lost something. I hope it’s not her contact lens that’s fallen in the sand.

It is possible to score soft drugs in Kuta. But not a good idea. Cos some of those seemingly friendly drug pushers are actually collaborating with the cops. An easy way to stretch a two-week vacation into a 20-year super-extended stay. Not really recommended (unless you’re really keen on getting to know Schapelle Corby).

But the sunsets are still beautiful.

Sunset at Kuta Beach, Bali

Perhaps God loves sleaze after all.

Where to pull?
If you can’t pull in Kuta, you can’t pull your own socks up. Really. On the difficulty scale this is Angry Birds level 1.

Apart from the beach, you may want to visit some of these popular nighttime venues:

Bounty Ship – Loud, rumbustious disco in central Kuta with plenty of Aussie Shelias looking for someone special (actually they’re not that fussy) to take them home.

Sky Garden – Also on the main road. Three storeys of unfettered fun.

MBARGO. Is it worth it? Well, just be careful.

Peanuts Discotheque on Jalan Raya Legian (at the corner of Jalan Melasti). Dance well and you should score as easily as Lionel Messi.


In the outer reaches of suburban Jakarta – well actually in Depok - you can find the most incredible sight: a Gold Domed Mosque!

Mesjid Kubah Mas

In Indonesia it’s known as Masjid Kubah Mas, or otherwise as Masjid Dian Al-Mahri, and it’s built on a plot of 80 hectares surrounded by fruit trees and a few other large and luxurious buildings.

And make no mistake about it: no expense was spared in constructing the mosque: it’s absolutely incredible. Just imagine: all the domes, pillars, chandeliers and other ornaments are covered by pure 24 carrat gold!! In addition, some of the building materials are imported as well. The granite for example came from Italy, Spain, Norway, and Brazil.

Incredibly, this mosque was built by a successful businesswoman from Serang named Dian Juriah Maimun Al-Rasyid.

There’s still a lot of poverty in Indonesia, and arriving at the mosque after driving through run down and impoverished neighborhoods certainly raises a few interesting questions as to whether the money was wisely spent or not.

Admission to the mosque is free and people come from far and wide to see it. Some even have picnics on the nearby lawns. All in all, well worth seeing – even if it is quite a long drive from central Jakarta (1-1.5 hours from Senayan depending on the traffic).


It used to be a real bitch of a journey to get from Jakarta to Bandung. But not any longer. Because with thanks to the new toll road that links the two cities you can now drive to Bandung from Jakarta in around 2 hours – or even less if you are a Michael Schumacher wannabe.

One great place to visit is the wonderful area south of Bandung. Everything here seems to be green and the air is so clean that it is almost intoxicating – in the best possible way of course!

It’s a far nicer – and much less crowded alternative to Puncak which gets so heavily congested at the weekends you might as well stay in Jakarta.

The place to stay at in the area south of Bandung is the pleasant town of Ciwidey. To get here from Jakarta is a cinch: Just take the toll road to Bandung, take the Kopo exit, and then follow the road until you arrive at Ciwidey.

A good place to stay at in Ciwidey is the excellent Sindang Reret Hotel. Extremely spacious and built on huge grounds, the hotel’s restaurant and rooms are all surrounded by small fishponds. Although often quiet during the week (when prices are cheaper), you’ll need to make a reservation if you want to stay here on Friday or Saturday night. The number to call is (022) 5928205.

Things to do?

Well you can pick your own strawberries in places around Ciwidey for a start. The prices are very reasonable.

Head higher and after around 20 minutes of so, you will find a huge sign signaling the turnoff on the left that takes you to the eerie Kawah Putih (a volcanic crater which is now a lake).

A little way up the main road – just past the Kawah Putih turnoff – are hot springs which may or may not be fun – depending upon whether three coaches of school kids turn up at the same time as you!

Continue up the road and you come to the real gem: the visually stunning Ranca Bali tea plantations.

And follow the road even further up and in about another 15 minutes or so you’ll come to the turnoff for the Situ Patenggan Lake.

tea plantations near Ciwidey

Tea plantations at Ranca Bali


The Elysian is the latest luxury hideaway to open in Bali, and is only a stone’s throw from white sandy beaches, restaurants, shopping and nightlife.

For those with taste – and deep pockets - the Elysian is the perfect choice.

But this is not your usual five star hotel – guests are accommodated in private villas. And there are 26 of them on the Elysian grounds.

No expense has been spared in creating probably the best-equipped villas in Bali.

Each one has its own pool.

There is also broadband internet, 40 channel cable television, a DVD/VCD/CD player and even a preloaded ipod Nano on request as well as a Bose sound dock.

The main pool has a Balinese temple and cabanas draped with traditional Balinese cloth.

Cocktails are available at the clubhouse which also has a modern gym, well equipped library and spa.

Rates start at a very reasonable US$195 per night. Well luxury never comes cheap, does it?


Karimun Jawa are a group of 26 islands that lie 70 miles to the north of Semarang in Central Java.

That’s quite a distance from the hustle and bustle of crowded Java and far enough to mean that the waters surrounding the islands are crystal clear.

To get there from Jakarta, get the overnight train from Gambir to Semarang in Central Java. Then catch a cab to the Tanjung Mas harbor from where you can catch the boat to the islands. Make sure you don’t waste any time leaving the train station because the boat (the Kartini) is supposed to leave at 9.00am in the morning. It also only leaves once a week (apparently) - every Saturday. It returns the next day, leaving the islands at 4.00pm. But then again, I could be wrong. So check in advance or you might not even make it to the islands!

The journey time is 3 to 3.5 hours.

Seasickness on the crossing is normal among the locals but that’s the last of your concerns: what you should really worry about is if this ship starts to sink. So make sure you know where the life jackets are – just in case!

Of the 26 islands only four are inhabited. One island is owned privately and has been turned into a holiday retreat for the rich and wealthy.

On the main island, Karimun, there are some 15 homestays, each with up to 10 rooms. Quiet weekdays but they get full at weekends.

Meals are included in the rate which may be as low as Rp175,000 for two days and one night if there are 6 of you, but a bit more expensive for two or three people.

There’s good snorkeling at the nearby island of Cemara, where the coral reefs are home to many species of brightly colored tropical fish. The reefs are shallow with a depth of only 1.5 meters and are safe for kids - provided they are well supervised are of course.

And you may even find Nemo…

… If you are lucky.

Have fun!


Still remember Schapelle Corby? Yes, of course you do. She’s that buxom Australian beauty who tried to get rich quick by smuggling over four kilograms of marijuana into Bali. Unfortunately for her, however, things didn’t quite go to plan, and customs officials nabbed her at the airport with the marijuana tightly packed into her boogie board.

She was subsequently convicted in a much-publicized trial, and is currently incarcerated in the less-than-salubrious confines of Bali’s notorious Kerobokan jail, along with other drug traffickers like French stud Michaël Blanc

And Kerobokan certainly ain’t the Hilton. So one can only wonder how Corby is holding up in a small swelteringly hot cell with five others and with the lights switched on 24/7. Unimaginable. I just hope the prison wardens have made sure there are no shoelaces or razor blades lying around, or she could really do herself some serious damage.

But is all lost?

Well, not necessarily.

Up to now she has kept herself fairly busy replying to fan mail.

And she also wrote an autobiography:

The book was an immediate success and shifted 17,000 copies in the first eight days of sale to put her top of Australia’s best selling books list. Dope head turned best selling author. Quite a turnaround by any standards. And Corby, unsurprisingly, was really chuffed:

"It's great to know so many people are still interested in my plight," she said. "Hopefully, they can see the case against me is full of holes and that I did not get a fair trial. "I hope my book will open people's minds to the truth and help me come home."

But people didn’t buy her book because they think she’s innocent. They were simply curious about any possible romantic developments going on inside the Kerobokan prison. Is French lifer Michaël Blanc having any success in getting to know Corby better? Or what about any of the Bali nine?

And after that came products endorsement:

Well, prison should never be any obstacle to make money should it?

But despite the guys and the money she must still long for her freedom.

So could she be thinking of doing a runner?

Well, why not? After all, it could be possible. Steve McQueen and the lads showed that in one of the greatest film adaptations of a true story ever – the Great Escape.

To dig the tunnel she could get help from the Bali nine lads: And they’d only be too willing to help I reckon – as long as she agrees to give them a few “favours” in return.

As for the sand, there’s one obvious place that could go: down her bra. Let’s face it: it’s huge dimensions would allow her to shift sand from the tunnel to outside at a much faster rate than if she had to put it into her trousers pockets like in the film.

If this doesn’t work she could always go over rather than under, aka Steve McQueen.

But what about getting away from Bali?

No problem. If the businessman who might have got her into this untidy mess in the first place, Ron Bakir, could arrange for a speedboat getaway, she’d be out of Bali before the authorities had any inkling of what was going on.

And even if she does fail to escape, her life is not over.

Cos there’s still time for her to have the babies of one of her fellow inmates. But she’d better get cracking: you know what they say about women over 35 trying to get pregnant.

Poor old Corby.

And all for a drug that has never done any harm to anyone…


Being a really difficult place to get to, very few people make it to the Sunda Kelapa Harbor in North Jakarta. The problem is that the port is located a long way from the center of the city and unless you ask the taxi driver to take the toll road, you will probably be driven up Jakarta’s main thoroughfare and through Chinatown on one of Indonesia’s – and no doubt the world’s – most congested streets. Not much fun at all.

Perhaps the best way to reach the harbor then is to use the
busway – which starts in Blok M – and follows the long route north until its last stop at Taman Fatahillah where Jakarta’s oldest building, now a museum, is located.

From here you can either walk – or take a ride on a bicycle taxi (a truly unique experience) or in a more comfortable bajaj (a three-wheeled motor vehicle with a seat behind the driver) – to the harbor which is about 2 kms to the north. On the way you will pass the Jalan Kali Besar Street, now rather dilapidated but once – well 250 years ago – a swank residential area for the Dutch well to do. Stop for drinks at the now renovated “Company’s Shipyard” which dates from the early 17th century.

Entry to the harbor is not free but a ticket will not exactly break the bank – Rp1,000 (10 US cents) for people entering on foot and Rp5,000 (50 US cents) for taxis and cars!

Dating from the 12th century – although there are no visible signs that this is so - traditional sailing vessels from all over the Indonesian archipelago dock here. Most famous are the Bugis Pinisi from South Sulawesi, which are made from tough “iron wood”.

Modern port regulations do not apply and there are no cranes whatsoever: all cargoes are loaded and unloaded by coolies who do the backbreaking work under the hot tropical sun.

Workers queing at Sunda Kelapa

And to add to the fun, little kids from the nearby kampong will entertain you by jumping from high up on the boats and into Jakarta’s murky seawaters. Just for a small tip of course!


All in all, an interesting experience. And if you are feeling really adventurous you might like to know that it is not that difficult to negotiate a trip on one of these boats back to its homeport. Just don’t forget to bring your lifejacket!

Sunda Kelapa, Jakarta (2)



I come from good old England but have spent most of my adult life abroad in countries as culturally diverse as Italy, Scotland and now Indonesia.

While you could call me an expat, there is - alas - no dilapidated farmhouse to restore or beachside bar to manage.

I have, however, had a chat with an East Timor king, driven a shiny red Ferrari 309 in Ancona (if only for half an hour) and drunk the blood of a freshly skinned cobra in the North Sumatran city of Medan. What more from life could you want than that? Well…

Distance between London, England, United Kingdom and Jakarta, Indonesia: 7,278 miles (11,713 km). Back in Magellan's day, a one year+ treacherous journey by boat; now only 16 hours by jet plane.


If you would like to Link Exchange with Alterity then simply leave a comment here after you add a link to my site:


I will endeavor to reciprocate your link love-juice (slurp!) within 24 hours. Thanks.


Links to Bali
Bee Amazing
News and rambles from Nusa Lembongan


Metro Mad Jakarta
Jakarta News
Jakarta 100 Bars
Scotty Graham


A Tramp Abroad
An Asian Traveler
Budget Traveler's Sandbox
The Journey of A Plain Girl
Pinay Traveller
Island Vacations
Travel with Jan
Travel Blissful
Todd's Wanderings
GloboTreks Travels
Hipster Travel Guide
My Several Worlds
Best Beaches Asia
Lay Your Head Here
Solitary Wanderer
The Wandering Trader


Living in Indonesia
Mata Pribadi
Most Curious
Nadia Febina
Nands cup of tea
Indonesia Today

wanderlust addict confessions
Selby's food corner
Eurasian Sensation
Baduy Village
Wisnu Wijaya

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...