- Men in thongs welding at night time on steel house frames
- Stop/Go signs made out of green banana leaves and yellow plastic bottles
- 7-hour late bus trips
- Drunk bus drivers
- Grand piano player in a shopping centre food court
- Savoury donuts
- Pool lounge workers who wrack up the balls for you
- More staff than customers at every shop/restaurant/bar
- Bamboo scaffolding and ladders
- Smoking in every shop, building, restaurant, bus, taxi, any public place...
- Dodgy accommodation (but you get what you pay for): no glass in windows; blood (could be chocolate...) on walls; bidet but no toilet paper; internet bookings available, but reception has no internet; bamboo everything - chairs, cupboards, beds; no shower curtains; hot water extra
The smells:
Sanur smelt like burning plastic, BBQed corn, and rotting fruit. A very sweet but overwhelming stench that got in your nose.
Ubud smelt like rotting bananas.
The ferry smelt like shit and petrol.
Sengiggi smelt like desperation, with a hint of tourism potential.
Mt Rinjani smelt like home...crisp and clean, with a touch of sulphur.
Gili Trawangan smelt like backpackers, horse shit, and cheap alcohol.
The ferry still smelt like shit and petrol.
Denpasar smelt like fumes and nasi goreng.
Jakarta smells like petrol, two stroke engines, satay, and wealth.
Monday, February 22, 2010
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