Why Fly to Bali when we can fly to Jakarta, jump on a bus and a boat or two and save ourselfs 50 Quid, was our reasoning as we clicked the confirm button on the 'Value Air Indonesia' website. It wasn't until the next day we decided to find out exactly where Jakarta was - we we're plesently surprised (and a little lucky) to find it was acually ON ROUTE! A short flight gave us just enough time to catch 60 winks, grab a bite to eat and have an interseting conversation with Damian, a Sydneyite who works in Jakarta. When asked why we we're visiting - and answering 'for holiday' he bellowed a hearty laugh!! (maybe we should have realised then what we we're getting ourselfs into) We approached the 'VISA ON ARRIVAL' Desk with a misplaced belief that we didn't need one - after a deep rumage in my fanny pack, we'd aquired the figure of 30 Singapore Dollars and 500 Thai Baht - for which in return we recieved a three day visa and a massive 20,000.00 Rupia in change. Giggling with our new found wealth we procided through arrivals and took a small note from Damians advice and booked a flight out two days later. (the flights cost 800,000.00 - which i must admit brought a tear to my eye as i handed over the healthy wod) Tamara's guest house was a hour and a half taxi ride away - consisting of the driver asking for numerious 1000's along the way - which we gave (will-Power Broken!) Tamaras Guest house No.10 Bukit III was a 10ft Steel wall, Which was actually better than the two car garages and Oil shop which the Taxi driver had already tried to drop us off at. Inside was an undescribable screen from some twisted 1980's B-Movie. Priscilla - our interesting host, a cross between one of the Cheeky Girls and Dracular, greeted us with an unplaceable accent - which she described as American \ Dutch \ Welsh?!? Behind her in the shadows lurked an entire indonesion extended family, who unknowing to us, would become our very own slaves over the following days. When we decided to head out to explore we were escorted, out of hospilitaly or for our own safety we're still not sure? - on our return our dinner, a small amimal - claimed to be chicken - and rice was waiting on the table. I think it was only as we went back to our aptley named room "Scabbeosa" that we thought to ourselfs ....... is Bali in Indonesia??? "Maybe we'll have to extend our three day visa tomorrow - Oh well it shouldn't be difficult... Good Night" ...and happily in our own blissfull stupidity and navievity we fell to sleep!