Category: Travelling
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Ubud: the town where…
… We were asked 192 times if we needed a taxi and 67 times if we would like a massage. In any other country, this would have been borderline harassment but most of them were so smiley, we couldn’t feel any anger or irritation. We kept smiling back, answering “Tidak, terima kasih” (no, thanks) 192…
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Our volcanic time on Java: Mt. Bromo and Mt. Ijen
When we booked our train ticket to Probolinggo (or Probo for the cool kids), we were told that there were only economy tickets available. Perfect, thought the budget traveler in me. Damn, thought the girl who just left her Swiss and Jakartan comforts. We knew that we had had luck with our train from Jakarta…
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Our cultural time on Java: Yogyakarta, Borobudur and Prambanan
To be completely honest, it was hard for us to leave Jakarta after the VIP treatment we received. Putting our backpacks on meant that we would again have to take showers with flipflops (slightly challenging in Indonesia as many places require you to leave your shoes outside), that we would not know where we would…
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Our 48 wonderful hours in Jakarta, Indonesia
“I live 30 minutes away from the airport but it will take us between an hour to three hours to get home. In Jakarta, you never know”, our host told us with a smile. We had no reason to doubt her, after all she had been living here for three years, but it was somehow…
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Here we go, again!
Let’s start with a fact: my “layover” at home was too short *dislike*. Before I knew it, it was time for me to (late – what else?) pack my life in a tiny backpack again. For our last month roughing it together, M and I decided to discover Indonesia and its 17’000 islands – to…
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Our intensive culinary exploration from Peru to Brazil
So yeah I mentioned a long story in my previous post to explain why we had to go all the way to São Paulo but it is actually a very short one. M and I decided to fly back to Europe (where I’ll attend the wedding of the year! Gosh I cannot wait tho it is…
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Cuenca: a pleasant city I could live in!
Our first “Cuencan” hour was lived with mixed feelings… Ok…no mixed feelings at all, M and I completely disliked it. We considered jumping back on a bus and skip Cuenca all at once. To start with, we arrived on a grey Sunday and the streets were literally empty. This made Cuenca’s town center look pretty…
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Baños, a city with millions (or so it seems) thermal baths
In some (most) places, I cannot stop taking pictures (borderline compulsive)… The light and the composition are simply perfect… Then you have some places (this remains rare!) where we have a lovely time but don’t get a chance to take any picture. For my defense though 1) Baños’ weather was outrageously horrible and light was…
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An amaz(o)ng time in the Cuyabeno Reserve or the time we fell in love with the Ecuadorian rest forest
When you do need a bus to be late, you can be sure that the said bus is going to be either right on time or even earlier than planned. We left Quito at 10:45 pm in the hope to arrive early morning in Lago Agrio – still at stupid o’clock but better than middle…
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Quito, you (too often overlooked) beauty!
Our happy group left chilly Pasto and headed to the border. It was that time again to cross another border. That time again to say bye to one country and hello to another. That time again to wonder whether there would be any unpleasantries with corrupted guards or fraudulous taxi drivers. That time again to…
Frenchie Gone Exploring 