Kalilandia

One thing I am crazy about when traveling on my own is to ask people various questions. It is fantastic, you just need to ask and you get all answers and all different perspectives. In Bali there is basically no public transport, the only way to move between places is to arrange with some local people to drive you here and there. For many households, this is indeed the main source of income. You just find some number from somewhere, call someone, give some vague directions and voila - you have a personal driver in minutes. In the beginning it is a little intimidating, I wonder if they are cheating me with the money, if they will kidnap me and I will never come back, if we will understand each other at all, but by day 2 only I am already experienced, having a few numbers "from somewhere" and skillfully arranging tariffs and prices. I even arrange some trips for some strangers in Serenity and I am having a lot of fun.  I meet Johan at the airport, he picks me up and we qu...

I board the plane from Brussels to Dubai. I find myself traveling next to a cute blond 2-year girl and her mom. The little girl is happy, she sings songs to me, interferes with my dinner, I am in love with her, I want to keep her for my next trip. Occasionally, I help her mom take care of her on the seat and we become "flight-friends" by the end of the journey. A few days later I will learn that such friends are precious and it does bring good karma to help people on the plane. We part in Dubai and off I am to Delhi...my heart is full of panic - what the heck am I doing when I arrive?... At Immigration there are 2 separate queues for foreigners and for Indian passport holders. Numerous guiches for Indians, and just 2 for a whole crowd of foreigners...both of them are stuck and don't move due to officers discussing in groups of 4 or 5 whether to let the person in or not. 40 minutes later, here I am, good news, my luggage is waiting for me. "Very good start"...