Arriving in Ubud, Bali was rather a shock to the system. The previous two days had been spent in Semrang, Java waiting for a connecting flight to Denpasar. Semarang is a huge city but still with very few foreigners so despite the step up in coffee shops and internet access it still felt pretty away from the tourist trail. Bali is at the complete opposite of the spectrum. The airport, though small was bustling with Europeans and Aussies. Having just passed the s...

And so to the Jungle... Finally the Borneo we had imagined was almost in our sights. After an early pick up from Panglakan Bun a short drive took us to the small port town of Kumai, our hopping of point for Tanjung Puting National Park. Soon we were aboard our wonderful Klotok, a sizeable traditional wooden boat where we would be spending our next few days. Hello's were said to the crew, to Mr Majit and his family and our captain set off. Our guide was another f...

Taking a flight from Pontianak to Panglakan Bun was an incredibly bizarre experience, a large mosh pit of bodies were attempting to flood into the entrance to the airport when we arrived, another occasion when it was good to be on time I thought to my self! After a little pushing, shoving and gentle elbow nudging we edged our way to the doors and through the security check. The few check in desks were a swarm of people, no discernible queue and boxes piled high a...

We have finally made it to Indonesia, our final country on the Asian oddessy. Our last land border crossing was spectacularly uneventful though we were the only ones fingerprinted and photographed at the border! In this case crossing from no mans land into Indonesia was not simply arbitrary process, the difference between Indonesian Borneo and Malaysian Borneo was apparent immediately. First the condition of the road deteriorated in the blink of an eye, buildin...