“Dua orang domestik.”, I remember it so vividly. Our Javanese Couchsurfing host paid the ticket price for Indonesians for him and me. The lone person manning the booth looked up, met my gaze, and I nervously pretended to be busy with my iPod. A couple of minutes later, I was successfully (sorta) smuggled into the…
unesco world heritage sites. rtw
The Three Sisters, Blue Mountains, Australia: Pre-Birthday Hiking Shindig
I’ve lost that adventure feeling on a multitude of occasions during our round-the-world trip. It mostly occurred when we’re shacked somewhere for a significant period of time. Especially in the course of winter. Such is the case whilst we were couchsurfing (or make that bedsurfing) in my mum-in-law’s Sydney home. The hubby’s visa application for…