Disclaimer: this is a little-known beach in a highly-touristed country. I apologize in advance for any additional traffic I may bring it.
But I was told about it by someone who thought it was worth sharing, and it’s too lovely not to. And it’s not like anybody reading this blog will actually make the substantial out-of-the-way journey to reach it… or will you?
Well, that was a fun summer.
After 2 1/2 months living in Melbourne, I’ve started moving again. For now just to Sydney, Australia’s other big metropolis and just an overnight train away, but the travel gears have started grinding.
sunburned, sore, and satisfied: the three S’s of summer
Sometimes when you’re traveling you just need to be by yourself. Sometimes you don’t want to make new friends, meet locals, or learn about your surroundings.
95% of people surveyed agree that I look like a German. 1 person has said Russian, 1 said Australian, and only 1 said definitely American. The person who guessed it said straight, white teeth are a giveaway for Americans (she was a salon owner).
I have 0% German background as far as I know so I’m interpreting this as a sign that I should visit Berlin.
I said goodbye to my travel partner and headed off to the airport, starting the public transport journey through the grey, congested city. It was starting to rain, and I took it as an omen that leaving Kuala Lumpur for Bali was a good call. It was.
Once the plane had risen above the clouds, I was given a beautiful view of the sunset and its reflection off the plane wing. Indonesia was going to be good, I could feel it.