I cannot imagine Bali without tourists. Tourists get great value, courtesy of the exchange rate. We seem to have…
Amid the crazy rush of morning traffic a woman observes life’s small dramas.
Surprises come when you least expect them
Aeroplanes are not travel. They are tinned sardines being
We need sometimes to escape into open solitudes, into aimlessness, into the moral holiday of running some pure hazard, in order to sharpen the edge of life, to taste hardship, and to be compelled to work desperately for a moment at no matter what. — George Santayana
