The Postman

Right, a few people responded to my last email saying it sounded like I was whinging, moaning, complaining, which I suppose I was. Let me explain.
Crossing the islands from Timor to Flores to Sumbawa and then to Lombok, where I sent the email, was tough. Traveling alone on a bike you feel vulnerable. You have [...]

No piss off and leave me alone.
Seriously, this place is twisting my melon, man. Every single friggin step you take outside your hotel or down the road or over the hill you’ve got this pounding soundtrack provided by these Indonesian youths who sit in their little shacks or on their mopeds and harrass you. ‘Just [...]