A month in Indo.

One month in Indonesia, a republic country with over 17.000 islands, 240 million people and more than 5 different religions living together. Where rice and noodles were going to become my daily food. Where you have to learn to bargain to get a cheaper price and be ripped off anyway. Where I learnt to ride a motorbike in the craziest and busiest roads of Yogyakarta while going to visit the temples, without a helmet or drivers licence. Traveled with big and small boats, buses, minibuses, 4WD, bikes, motorbikes and changed plans at the last minute and ended up buying a flight at the airport to the opposite island to that which I had planned to fly to. Hiked through rainforest looking for orangutans, swimming in rivers and being dragged by the strong currents through the rocks, seeing huge lakes, waterfalls, volcanoes... and running after seeing a poisonous snake between the bushes while partying on the beach after getting my Scuba Diving Certificate in the Gili Islands.

Fire show on the beach surrounded by hundred people
and house music in the background.

Those are some of my experiences of my trip in the South East Asia. But before I'm going to write about my last day in Australia.

My last day in Darwin, while waiting the shuttle bus to go to the airport, I saw Raphael, the french guy that picked me up from Jurien Bay, WA. He was really surprised to see me in Darwin, over two weeks and 3500km after he and his friend dropped me off in the middle of the highway. Not because they got tired of me, actually I was the one that got tired of the "easy travel" with the van. Everything was too prepared, we knew what we were going to see, what to eat and where to sleep, they were really cool but after my trip in New Zealand in 2011, hitchhiking in the north and south island during three months and be picked up with 39 cars, I was expecting much more adventure in my journey through Western Australia and I needed to jump off from the van. Anyway, that day I ended up sleeping between the bushes with my tent because nobody picked me up... 

Raphael, his friend and  I.

The way to the airport, we drove next to the Bicentennial Park, the park where my first night in Darwin I had to sleep because all the hostels were fully booked.

My comfy bed next to the memorial war.

Once on the airplane taking off towards Bali, I could see fireworks through the small window all around Darwin. Have you ever seen fireworks from the sky? It looked like tiny colorful palm trees growing in milliseconds. After two hours and fourty five minutes we landed in the airport of Denpasar, Bali. A bunch of people came to me offering "taxi, taxi!", the first price I heard was Rp 200.000 ($21 / 15€), then Rp 180.000 ($19/ 13€), - I kept walking outside the airport and the price was getting cheaper. I ended up going by a scooter for Rp 50.000 ($5 / 3,50€), not bad, isn't it?

Yes, yes, by scooter with my big backpack and the camera bag.

Finally a travel blog!

Hi folks!

Finally I've created a travel blog!

I think is time to write more expriences and not only post some news on Fb.

It's gonna be a place to share my travel adventures, a place to learn about the new countries I'm gonna visit and follow my experiences around the world.

In a few hours I'll be flying to Denpasar, Bali, Indonesia and for the following two months I'll be travelling around South East Asia.

So those ones that have the curiosity to know where I am, what I have done and what I'm gonna do, here is the place to check.

I'll try to post some news at least once a week.

I don't have time to write more, now I gotta run to the hostel, pick up my big backpack and go the bus station!

So stressed! and excited!