Amed: Bali’s Next Honeypot?

“Where are you staying, Mister?”   Our inquisitor sat serenely on his motorbike, sarong dancing in the breeze and cigarette smoldering in his lips.   I’d been here twenty minutes, hiked one kilometer down a lonely road, and already he was the tenth person to ask me this. I paused for a moment to adjust… Continue reading Amed: Bali’s Next Honeypot?

Bunaken: Reef Master

Bunaken: Reef Master Andy gripped my hand even harder. The plane rocked, steadied, and dropped lower for its final approach. Our third attempt at a final approach, to be exact. After two last-minute botched approaches, to be even more exact. The first went like this: we sped over mile after mile of runway from a… Continue reading Bunaken: Reef Master

The Trouble with Gili T

I pity the fool who believes what the guidebooks say about Gili T. What?  The Mr. T theme doesn’t work?  The joke’s been made too many million times?  OK.  Fine. I’m good without it. . . It’s easier to type without all these gold chains and feather earrings anyway. Anyway, as I was saying, the… Continue reading The Trouble with Gili T