With affordable airfare popping up left and right, travel has become a more realistic goal for many. Some have the privilege to travel for work, others relish traveling with friends, and a good number of adventure junkies crave solo backpacking. But being raised in a family-oriented culture, I often think
Prior to this trip, Indonesia was never in my bucket list. I would always dismiss it as a destination because I had this foolish notion in my head that Indonesia is so much like the Philippines. I thought, “Why would I spend time and money on a place that is
In 2012, I traveled solo for the first time in my life. I still remember how scared I was before the trip. With only a small backpack, a Neil Gaiman book, a thousand dollars, and a will to get out of my comfort zone, I boarded the plane to Bangkok.
Two airports serve as gateways to Gili Islands: Lombok International Airport (LOP) in Praya and Ngurah Rai International Airport also known as Denpasar Airport (DPS) in Bali. Note that Lombok is much closer to the Gilis, making it the fastest route but not necessarily the most cost effective.
There are three things that I always make sure I experience when I’m on an island getaway, and they all start with S: the sea, the sunset, and loud, scandalous sss.., uhm, singing. Yep. sea, sunsets, and singing. For real. When it comes to the sea and sunsets, the famed
You know what they say: The best things in life stink. Yes, they say that. Oh there’s no such saying? Well then, let’s make it a thing. Because if our trip to the Ijen Crater is any indication — I’ll say it again — the best things in life stink.
It’s the age old question, isn’t it? How much do we really want to know about our neighbors? About my actual neighbors, not much, to be perfectly honest. I’m not one to actually stick my nose in the dirty laundry of the Bree Van De Kamps of the world. (So
It was so beautiful, I couldn’t breathe. And I mean it literally. Our vehicle breezed through the forested slope of the crater rim, and I was reminded of how beautiful things are earned. I remember how I reached the last crater lake I set foot on: hours of trek, tens
At one point during our walk, I thought I’d be stuck there. Flooding the historic Asia Afrika Boulevard, the crowd was too thick, and I struggled to squeeze myself into whatever little gap I could find to make it through to the next block. Thankfully, I was not alone. Alfi,
Once we were back in Bali, we were brought back to the reality of a giant protected reserve for tourists with infinite stretches of neatly packed boxes of shops with glass facades, mannequins looking out of them with their contemptuous looks. After days with heart shaped toilet buckets and dim