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Singapore Melaka, only milder Asia delusion






The homeopath in Melaka looked at me and said, you need to rest. No medicine against their vertigo, you had too much stress, you need rest! I was so not quite agree, of course. Stress? Rest? The last Saturday I finally had spent the day in Manado in bed. Now has to be good times!
But I'm at least a reasonably good child and go straight now with the ice-cooled bus to the Cameron Highlands north of Kuala Lumpur. As it should be cool, between 10 and 21 degrees, that's even an offer for the duration of sweating in Singapore and Melaka. I occasionally found myself here, I always rationalized new Shoppingmallbesuche (cool air was the real reason of my hypocritical t_shirt-interest). With the cooling strategy I avoided sending some monuments and museums. This sense of Lonely Planet dictatorship proposed visited me something anyway: we should and should but still what about the Portuguese and the Dutch and learn about the Chinese married to Malaysians, admire the associated buildings and do it at all easy to do what you need. But I was stubborn. I followed my instincts and made it my primary task to savor all the local specialties. This culminated in the evening at nine I to two hours before the Capitol Satay decency, a restaurant that specializes in a kind of fondue. A great fun, the skewers with shrimp, green vegetables, bread, biscuits, chicken and the ubiquitous fish balls in the middle of the table in the gas-heated pot to dive and watch the sugar with the Erdnusschillisosse Schmurgeln. In addition there is a fresh coconut, with the straw from a stands on the table. Yummy! And for lunch I had the most ridiculous and yet met both incredibly good dessert: Cendol. It is coconut milk which is poured over green (and this is not a gentle natural green, we are talking about Neon) bean noodles. Below are somewhere a few black beans, sugar (must anyway anywhere, whether savory or spicy) and crushed Eis.Wer the luxury variant might get, on top of it yet Durianmus. Durian is a giant spiked fruit (can keep up with an average water melon), which divides the people into lovers and detractors. The fruit smells a little strict. I know the taste, but just do not know where. And just as in salty Hefebrotaufstrich Vegemite (and else ..) I'm stubborn, I like durian and will teach me the connoisseurship has it right! Right now I munch on small pineapple tarts, which I have allowed myself for the ride. A classic of Nonyaküche of Melaka. I mean, I do it's all really just for the education and not for pleasure. No movement, such studies - no, that does not lead to an astral body ...

In Singapore, I invited the family to a festival is a fruit - I bought everything that seemed enticing, and brought the bags. The mother had told that they only make here and there once a fruit .. We had fun. And I was allowed them in the end watch in prayer, which involves a lot of up and down steps and me almost a little reminiscent of yoga. To my delight, we found the day before in Little India small plastic creatures that are a breeze. Kuti-Kuti - snaps to an animal to another, you meet, we should grab the animal. Five stone's throw a game in which one small cloth sacks complained in a pattern and pick up others at the same time. I'll import it once to Germany! I was very fond of adopted and could come back any time - Now you have a family in Singapore! Ui, now I've really been some families in the world!

I still looked the Museum of Asian Civilisations on the issue, unfortunately a lot of history and little current lifestyle. I would like to learn more about the daily life and less on government and religious insignia. I had a good time at the zoo, I see now after my volunteer job with different eyes. The reference to animals is narrower, the orangutans affected me very much, because even in this zoo without cages, they have little room to run around and be bored probably belonging. The cute sun bear, all the different monkeys in the world, the giant lizard Komodo Dragon - I like them very hard and I'm still brooding about the exploitation of nature by man.
Singapore should set the example for their garbage disposal and above all for its environmental awareness and caring for the natural areas. That made me feel a little let grimace. Sure, there is a small rain forest area, but ultimately there is much, much more concrete for many people. As you can tell already, it takes good care of the few parks that have just received yet. Malaysia invested mightily in palm oil and it shows even if you take the bus over land. Palm monocultures everywhere. Are the palms can harvest ripe, pulls it out and the ground is quite sucked, no longer serve as water storage and slips away. So many examples of how carelessly we treat our world. It forces me badly when asked where I got involved the most sense to make a good difference. A UN-man from one job to another in East Timor was in Afghanistan on the road, chatted with me in the subway and said finally, "You do that already. See you in two years in the UN. I believe I could achieve with some education. The more people know what they are doing and why they do it, the better.

My silk sleeping bag liner has become my close friend and we cuddle up almost every night. Lovingly I stick it in his little bag-an almost automatic activity, which made me look very conscious when I came back a few days to something solid to the length of my index finger and half of its volume in my liner. I was not clear what could be the (Bunny is innocent), and was careful as there were noises like sneezing on his own. Shaking did not help that had something in clutching very seriously in my liner. When I turns over the liner (carefully to what is perhaps the poisonous thing not to get too close), I saw a big fat rhino beetle with severe, sharp claws. I think as I do not want my fingers in between have and I know of course then again, not whether the animals are poisonous. Luckily, the beetle extract a hotel employee firmly. Even though I now have small holes in my liner.

Another little anecdote: Ohja, I know so, a hole in the ground with no toilet paper is now quite a respectable toilet for me. A Western toilet, without paper, but brought me the other day from the concept. Instead of flushing tap I must have caught the shower faucet. The small jet comes straight out the back of the bowl. That's right set a cautious trickle, operated by me but ansehnlichr shot a stream of water at head height straight past me and the bathroom door. Hallelujah!

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from night diving in the organized world






I was really impressed by the night diving, we went to six when It was dark now. The coral then radiate quite differently, we passed large crabs, saw a Stingray, which seemed to sleep most of the fish and an octopus reached out its tentacles and Boxjellyfish, touching the matter is a rather unhealthy, was just fascinating blue- pink-transparent. The Schnorchelei and Taucherei, the feeling of floating and especially with all the beautiful fish, anemones, I had a strange feeling of oneness, a real all-round nature experience. Something that was initially quite diminished by my time by a light, now heavy cold clogged ear. So I was very busy with me and my pressure balance, rather than satisfied with my flashlight . Herumzuleuchten It's nice sometimes to the boat davonfaehrt and again in large letters on the oversized Catholic Church sees "Jesus prays for Bunaken. He seems to be really a good thing going to have!

When I donut the next day with the public boats to Manado was still everything reasonably in balance. In my budget Hotel for 3.50 dollars a night in a tiny room without fans or air conditioning, then threw out. I durchrotzte my roll of toilet paper and dozes in front of me. Therefore, the room was all right.

The flight was a little scary because of the blocked right ear. I went to the little English-speaking doctor in the airport in Jakarta, made her realize that I just another 10 have cent in rupiah, but would like to know what I could do for my ear. They took my 2 U.S. dollars, gave me ear drops and it did but for much better. In the end she asked if I was "confused" is what I translated with gracious dizzy. I hope so times ... I mean, all caught cold backpackers with a red nose in a too warm climate'll probably not quite proper ... My mood is lifted from when I was on the plane once again one of the famous Lion Air Gebetspapierchen in hand. There one can find Christian, Muslim and Buddhist prayers. When I heard of Mustafa, that they have no good crash numbers that reassured me that not just more.

amazing happened yet, on departure from Jakarta. I wanted water for my dry throat and went to the check-in on the quest for it. Now I could leave the area only when I gave my boarding pass. I did, the young boys from the switch she looked at them and noted that I had paid no more $ 15 Airport tax. I had already paid nationally in Manado, but not at my stop in Jakarta and hoped, that would not be necessary. Now they were obviously very excited and when I came back, they took me from 16 U.S. dollars. Was an expensive water that I could take no final. The amazing thing was that I received a text message in Singapore, where it was said, I have not paid my tax and should make up for it please, otherwise would have to pay the clerk and he had no money. Why should anyone pay anything, ever I found interesting, more interesting still is: where have my mobile number? A large, dark puzzle. 'll Even contact any secret or mystery novel author!

I have news, I can take part in Kuala Lumpur to Lama Zopa Rinpoche's teaching. This could be impressive. Perhaps not, for the Buddhist novice who wants to look at the matter simply. That's about three days. Then I could spend a week in Vietnam and Cambodia, which is not that expensive (130 flight dollars). I ponder. Just go through Malaysia is all very well.

Singapore is very, very organized. Since there are five steps all trash, ordinary supermarkets, people from all over the world, a world-class public transport system. This is also necessary, but costs only allowed to have the license a car 30 000 Singapore dollars. And then the drivers license and the actual car expenses. There's not a normal person. You bike is not too much.

I sat in front of a Fullerton Hotel, which requires $ 300 up per night and asked me again whether the people there even a Broeselchen are happier. I doubt it, but felt such a small drive - the right to spend waer but now exciting, one night in one to really expensive hotel.

But it could be non better than with my nice Muslim family. They have an apartment with three bedrooms. The parents have five children, the two girls who are 6 and 13, were evicted into the living room, so I have my own room. I were male, I would be moved into the boys room. It takes care of moving around, I even get my laundry washed and I will supply them with food. They are very interested in my travel stories and we laugh a lot. You think I would have more experience and be inter-esting than all the other couch surfers. I'm very flattered. A really "normal" family, which, although provides a bit unusual for her son Mustafa, if he likes to travel, but for him but especially all the luck in the world wants. The normal Singaporeans want to earn lots of money, eat lots of shopping and good, travel is not so right on target. What are the people is always good to me!

edge Observed in China Town Mustafa pointed out a woman who searches the waste. He said that one should not underestimate these women. They collected cans, deposit the 10 cents per piece to bring order to be able to send their children to college. The were not homeless, something does not exist in Singapore.

on for a little more experience and a town meeting in the board game cafe with Mustafa's friends tonight!

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Paradise - now have ego also seen






After two Wchen hardness paradise. Is that nice here in Bunaken, the island's 1,000 inhabitants 45 minutes by boat from Manado in northern Sulawesi. The children play on the streets that are car-free, the families appear in extended families live together, at each corner an aunt sold in their shops, reminiscent of my shop, toothpaste, biscuits and water. If one has no chocolate, is the owner from the village and asks everyone else, whether there are stocks. It is cleaner than the sea, where swimming is still a good amount of chip bags and plastic bottles to pay for their removal tourists here parking fees. And of course, extend everywhere the coconut palms to the sky and are picked by professional climbers who blow up there just the way you told me and I see in pictures. On the roadside the bananas grow wild. The Catholic Church is visible from a distance and seems to take all residents at one time to.

The driver Anthony had figured out where you can stay at the cheapest. For 15 € per night you have booked full board, his own little house on the beach, as the king himself greeted by all with names and can go snorkeling so much desire. A dive, even for non-certified divers like me 25 euros will cost extra. Everyone is very nice greetings, friendly on the street, the instructor Alo looks like most other Indonesians, a white friend and is therefore not like to dive with me, but even with me for snorkeling. His hopes I had won him quickly shattered. Another guest said he had told him he was married.

before driving on the island by public boat (runs well, costs 2.50 euros, compared to 15 private), I had time for a nice walk in the market. Abundant fruit consumption (avocado, mangosteen, Lansa) and a fine mishmash Delicious food included. For small sensation I was when I helped a man with some muscle power, pushing a huge cart through the streets. This pleases the locals, if the supposedly rich in palaces and work tourists. As you can easily see from the pictures, the Indonesians, a particularly industrious business man who devoted every minute of the strained Ertüfeln new business ideas.

Besides the excellent food at Bunaken beach resort with not a lot of overcooked vegetables, tofu and rice I had entertainment on the Australian pair of Daniel and Emily, my colleague from Tasikoki July, the Briton Mike, here to be very busy and groaning Tauchexam learns and two Frenchmen. What we had a fun. No booze, lively conversation about culture, history, a bit of literature and philosophy and of course the diving. And almost the best today was at six in the morning to go again to work. No sting pain, not completely unreasonable heat and I ran. A dream! What have I missed it. My body loves me for it, I think.

two dives I've promised. This evening we go out to night diving, praised the other bad. The coral glow, and the colors are just beautiful. I'm quite smitten with the Schnorchelei with the wonderful clown fish, blue Leuchtefischchen, stripes and brown fish shoals that will help me very curious very close. Underwater World is really a great pleasure watching. I also get a feel for the strong currents here, against which I have strong to swim with fins and crawl strokes. The sea looks beautiful, quiet location and yet I see nothing in the down and look almost the seabed rush by me. Yes, it can be dangerous!

It is cooler here, the fan gives me a fresh Windchen and the mosquito bites from the sea urchin sting Tasikoki and holes heal, after I had the spines dissolved assiduously with vinegar from the market and previously pounded into small parts. The wounds heal all. Also, not the best time to have been there. I stuck to water, as I talked to the other and above all by the feedback I my opinion friendly, but clearly explained. This has to out that I have the last two days better with my bosses had neither, the point I was a little bit better understanding how the behaved but friendly and clearly positive. But fact remains: a strong host, the daily scrubbing shit for hours and not complaining, you meet very, very friendly. Everything else is not, period. I am especially glad to have done something for the animals that are so close to my heart, that I was close to tears at parting.

the way: what the people are always on the wish of what they have not. Here you will find anywhere complained Nivea Whitening Lotion and my instructor that the girls no dark men want. We are all lubricated with a tanning lotion and run into the tanning salon. Also good: Spitzenstihlkettensägen on ox carts and gasoline, which is bottled in Coke bottles, and so sold to the moped riders.

meadow goes, I know just couch surfing until Sunday, when I will arrive in Singapore at a Muslim family. They sound very, very nice and I'm looking forward to share the life again a very different lifestyle for a few days. I have written about 15 emails to Buddhist centers and monasteries, a mail came back that I could maybe go Kuala Lumpur to an event. They referred me to the home page with the data. I really want to meditate before Buddhist I fly to Germany. Whether I spend the rest of the time (and my dwindling budget) in Cambodia, Sumatra and Malaysia - as I myself am curious!

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Unpleasant marine encounter

Oh, that's annoying! Today was my last day in Tasikoki and wants to go snorkeling tomorrow before I fly to Singapore on Sunday. To celebrate, it should work with other volunteers go into the sea. They would not right, I awake in and then, in the sand - a sea urchin, which I did not see. And I am of course totally risen to seven spikes in the left foot. Only one is a pain when running, but that's annoying enough. This ignites everything here always so nice and I'm less than enthusiastic. Opinions for the treatment differ. The monsters have barbs and are therefore not easily get out. Lemon or vinegar dissolve it, because they consist mainly of calcium. Alexis, the volunteer supervisor is talking about surgery, which I found less amusing. I am the salt water disinfectant foot Baden, got a little half-hearted and herumgepult träufle lemon on it now and then iodine. Keep your fingers crossed that blurred the simple things! And I was so looking forward to finally being able to jog again, my body longs for movement!

I was even asked for feedback and has passed on that I found it difficult to be bossed around in the harsh tone. I think it would be important to better to be introduced, so that is clear who has what responsibility and to whom you have to contact and, above all, who can command at all. I think it would be better, clear projects to improve the lives of individual animals to have, so that the focus is ultimately less on Käfigschrubben and you focus more with the other out to create something together. Breakfast at eight after two hours of work do not work for me so well. You have to be so hungry and have less energy, but you need to run over hills and stairs and back - six times each working day.

The constructive criticism was well received, I felt even better after that respected, honest, and came more clearly to people. That was encouraging and helpful and I have learned above all that, even if it is difficult with one or the other person, you can come right but a lot. What communication can bring it all.

for me once again I have seen that it is very very important to me, surrounding me with my fellow human beings in some degree to be at peace. The creepy Schrubbjob is only half the wild with nice people. Not nice people with pretty much everything for me is the scary job. Joy and the attempt to understand each other are very important factors in me no matter which social background. Not new, but all important to me.

It was not easy and I admit that I have been more desirable in the future (which now gives me a sore foot), but I still learned a lot and fell in love with the animals. The autistic Albinoaffe, the wild, but good-natured macaques Ray and Che, Bento and Is, like the Orang Utans and the cuddly Bombom Bimbim and sun bears.

I've been thinking about volunteering schemes and wonder whether it is better to give volunteer time and money to do something good. It would be nice if some people donate money and others cause your doing something. Perhaps paying volunteers motivated, perhaps you could but much more willing Diligent if the volunteer work is not cost. I think further about it.
It is interesting that here or right here, seem to be primarily professional but very attentive to their ego. A lot of money in this area is not to make, then at least as much recognition as possible? Is that even the reason for the Herumkommandiererei?

I also wonder what life will be better for the animals: they in an area in which they are indigenous or have been free and see how they struggle to survive or suspect that they would not do so well and they therefore keep in captivity. Of course you want to make sure that they pose to the local people no particular danger, because they get used to people and have them for food would attack. Also, everything is not easy. Well in any case, that here the goal is clearly to lay off as many animals as possible to freedom. Possible to hot here that it is believed that they could muddle through well in their environment, without compromising people and also that an adequate habitat for them is available.

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Was that nice. Again right swim motion with snorkel and meet Nemo and after a Mittagsgadogado (Indonesian steamed vegetables with peanut sauce, which is the only solid component of the court) is an ordinary Poolnickerchen. If I were richer, had I allowed myself a $ 18 massage. For a day that was like something from ideal - I would have never thought that I would degenerate into a lobster-red vacationers Club. Unfortunately, some garbage floating in the sea and I was bitten by a sea creature. But Nemo and parrot fish, which I have angeplappert funny, the small attack were worth. More like this! And hopefully soon the find a suitable place Buddhism!

PS: I do not know if I find the approach of the Indonesian family transport worthy of emulation ...

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It is raining. Praise God! Also, I got used to the heat and feel better me not so tired. Actually, we know that I would rather put on a jacket than in the heat sweating. Rather have more winter, especially when I work. But alas, the time drags on. Now I'm only a week here and it is at another. It is less the sadness, but more the Herumkommandiererei especially any of the employees here. The girl is mere 24 and lists as she knew everything and could be anything. Yesterday we went into town to buy some food. The lady wanted donuts and I agreed to take care of their purchases, while the ausschwärmten and others. After some time I sat down next to the bags. Here she comes and tells me angewankt actually I should get up immediately because I could sit impossible, it could do so people can go. That was in the Arts and I very well decide for yourself where I sit. I only meant that she should not treat me like a child and it was very good in order to sit here and so I stayed. Then one can feed on even the orang utans are no longer with berries, because you think that they is not the water to give, which is available for this and most of all I have to touch them only when I have previously scrubbed his hands. Now I could make but little, because I gave them water and they took my hand. This is then all the commanding style, do not do that Andrea, Andrea that do not follow with their eyes, the to drill through my back. I'm in a mix of bewilderment, amusement and aggression. Yes, what the child want? Annabel, another volunteer, who works as a zookeeper goes, it just said they felt especially aggression. And I picture myself in a situation where I first tell myself that I'm not goofy and will not be treated like a child, but it is simply wrong. Secondly, I am once again compelled to say a supervisor my opinion. This is the third time in Herman Bungunyah. A learning experience, for sure. Frightening here is mainly that it's about ego and power and not the welfare of animals. As if it better here ...

I am fat, but here we are fully loaded with Reiskohlehydraten and white toast in the morning does not help either. Above all, I certainly lacks the sport. Then, when even Simon, our director here, the great horror was that 15 people have eaten for breakfast is a whole little jam jar of peanut butter (the only one spread), I almost screamed. We here cost per person two euro fifty a day, a jar of peanut butter is about 90 cents and the volunteers are also encouraged to pay 770 to USD for 14 days. We work long, we sweat a lot, we are hungry and I fight for the money but not peanut butter and shake my Head about the fact that people do not always get along with a small roll of toilet paper a week.

I like animals very much and am happy working with them. With the other volunteers also really goes. We clean up, we build, that's also quite fun and we are happy when we can work together, to just roll in our heads again and send us to school. Unfortunately, there is mainly the big picture. As is gewerkelt always remember details, structured and planned, painted on panels, ordered and talked important and ultimately the animals are too short, because the ladies have to hone their profile. Not good not good.

Yesterday you had then to Pizza Hut be flown to consume an expensive oily Käsefettweissmehlpampe, cheap and healthy rather than to feast Indonesian and not to drive for an hour.

I'm so so on my Schnorcheltag tomorrow. I will hingekarrt with the engine wheel, and come back by car with others. Everything can be a bit adventurous again. Fortunately we have internet and I'm looking diligently for a Buddhist monastery in the area, will mean Southeast Asia and Thailand, because there is currently still rather unhealthy. I want to learn to meditate on and I want to know what is the Buddhist life for my turn. Very exciting. But these Buddhists seem so happy with her life that they do not bother to keep to praise her wonderful life on the Internet as a visit. Other travelers seem to have as similar experience. Anyone who knows a good Monastery '- her only with the tips!

The rest of the travelers daily bread: Accommodation Search, find a cheap flight to roll guide. How did that just before the Internet?

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now but soon. It's raining and the rain it is cooler. And with the colder I feel much more like myself again There's energy and vitality. Ha!

The work is hard. Because of the heat (there are not even a Venttilator in the room, so that sleeping is a real challenge at night), but mainly because of the people. The permanent employees here take your work very much to heart, which is certainly commendable and impressive. But they look just always sad, there's a good amount of negativity in the game and I feel like an oblique silly balloon that flies in here sometimes inappropriately, but the seriousness of the world but will not shoulder enough. Simon, head of Tasikoki put here is for a lot of work and passion, and wept yesterday in the face of a diseased monkey. Since a lot of passion and I feel a little ashamed, because I just do not feel quite as strong.

We start to six in the cages of the monkeys, cute sun bear and feed birds and then scrub. Breakfast at eight, lunch at noon, dinner at six. End of work a little after four. I am a little tired and did not full of energy as usual one day a week I'm free, I'll be there to go snorkeling.

The Orangutans Is Bento and are very smart and friendly. I give them grapes in his mouth and trying my hand through the bars to hold. The others are great to watch. A Emustraussbuntvogel a Cassowary, I've never seen before and the deerpigs are sweet. And the sun bears, of course. Most of them can never be set free, they have nevertheless too accustomed to people and the constant deforestation there is not enough habitat for them. I understand the sadness.

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Sulawesi also. Where one finds perhaps the best diving in the world. After a flight with transit in the South Sulawesi I came after four hours in Manado, on the northern tip. On the plane saw my mere Westlersein for great excitement. My neighbor Martha is a high school teacher of English and apologized immediately for their poor English, but wanted it with me constantly . Chat She has little opportunity otherwise. And of course, also had several photos taken with me. On the plane, at the airport. It was all very cute and her boss, the director was about to set into the picture. Big surprise that you can have in Germany without a friend, and even marriage contract is possible. And oh, the parents can not ban? As always, I sang a silent homage to the Western democracies!

That is just me anymore Bali with the many Westerners, the locals get tired sooner. What she can certainly say not right, eventually earning eighty percent of their money from tourists. I had a French woman in Bali know who has met through a brokerage an Indonesian. Now she is living here for two years. Coexistence is only with marriage, shoulders and knees to keep a low profile and its financial independence is gone. No own business and more income and a restaurant meal for two dollars at one time and a real burden, especially her husband says Registered Swaps the free life for the love ...

In Sulawesi the Nightly at half past ten I was surrounded by taxi drivers who wanted me for ten dollars chauffeured to my project. And there was no one who picked me up and I was a bit worried. But I have learned, overall is not much to fear, people, to a want to turn on big thing, you can ignore it and just good isses. In the end, was still an Indonesian driver, who had sent for me and I was relieved at the chat with Antony, who says he loves the animals and therefore the project.

was just sitting out only today I could look at the animals, almost all are unique in the world. The leader is very committed, its provides pleasure to the volunteers to him but not always. This can be because of financial worries and a lot of work to be, but I suspect more of a general temperament behind it. The people here seem hard-boiled, but all with a big heart for the animals, so that even the giant spider in the bathroom next to the lively cockroaches, ants and may exist other spiders. In Bungunyah would be one such creatures with a variety of chemicals are added.
The property is huge, the work will start at six in the morning. The animals are here because they have been drawn just ship gene Philippines, where they were to be sold illegally. The situation seems bad, it is little more living space, as much agriculture is driven here more coconuts, palm oil plants in neighboring Borneo. The animals are sometimes stressed, the orangutans seem very human and I'm looking forward to spending more time with the animals. I hope to go on a snorkeling tour, should it be one of the best places in the world in North Sulawesi.

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Yes who wants to work in the heat? In Ubud, it was calmer than in Kuta. Fewer tourists, fewer parties, more than silly stickers and less of the wonderful Penisflaschenoeffnern.

I've met there an old, old dream. When I was with my parents in Majorca (I must have been about the 12, 13), I wanted a ring, like a cheese Schweiyer was perforated. Uneven, wide. Was too expensive and I did not get it. I never saw another similar. Also not Bali. But in Ubud, there were three hours for 15 € a silversmith course and it was the product no reserve. I knew what to do. Three hours of intensive work, the silversmith was impressed by the result and I've fulfilled my childhood dream really and honestly. Exactly how I wanted it. I even initials engraved. Really proud and happy I am! It's just never too late for a happy childhood!

My time in Ubud should not lead to obesity, so I would not fall completely surfing. So I got up early and went on to two very peaceful jogging tours through the rice fields. You know it so, a stark contrast between the tourist life between all the cheap restaurants in the tourist places and life in the country. The people earn less, are usually very nice to the tourists and I got even cheerfully extended thumb in the air to cheer. My race shops were found obviously considerable and even I was supplied with water, although I had no money.

Back in Kuta Early morning I went back to the waves, which fortunately was the same old happy experience after the waves were moderate and evenly and I wound not in line in the sand board and herumspuelte. I was, I smiled and all was well!

Leo is on course, writes a great love SMS, read and buy and I am very excited as he is progressing well and I wish him only that he will stay just the same on line.

In Ubud I met my American neighbors know David better. He stopped by on my Hoerspielbestand including Anna Karenina and I was glad that I had company for dinner. Time he sat down, could not put his flight earlier so he went to the library every day and waited. In the library I found the following inscription on the shelves: Stealing books will result in bad karma. Protect your next life. David surfing not, he does not snorkel, it does not appear, he does not like too many tourists, no massages and anyway he wants more peace and quiet. The local gamelan music, which one sometimes sees Bach fugues described similar and the dances he can have even more disenchanted with the idea. He has traveled extensively, has retired after a career Marketing in the computer and is used to flush the toilet that does not work and you encounter bedbugs. A long-time traveler, the ranges it is a bit of long-term travel. I too am sometimes unnerved by the ever-giggling neighbors' children who go to school a bit on Sauftour to Southeast Asia and the tuereschlagenden scream tourist who has an Asian wife laughed at that he may have really taken only because of European origin.

I have had stomach problems ever, paying for a meal in the restaurant between one and four dollars, on the road were all the times and only fifty cents. I love the tropical fruits, the rambutans, the root crop, which looks like a potato and peel the one needs. I am especially impressed by huge young coconuts, whose milk we drink through a straw and their meat is ausscharrt.

The traffic is crazy and although I had only seen like surfers on the reef, I felt a borrowed scooter not fully grown. Everything else was too expensive. So even in the sand watching surf clip not. Unfortunately I was not even snorkel, has not occurred. But who knows, maybe I have a chance in Sulawesi. There it is said to be even hotter ...

A pleasant experience was an hour of oil massage for $ 6. And the movies I could not quite resist. Hope for a DVD player in Sulawesi. Hopefully whoever picks me off when I there at night arrive and hopefully, the other volunteers and the project good company. Again a very different adventure!

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is surfing again what it was. Brave, uniform waves, not huge, so I'll thrown in heights, which I never wanted to and also do not bundle of linen and board between Kugelschreiberhuelsen Korallenbroeckchen and are washed into the sand (yes, this happened and even I needed a few seconds could find it funny until I). Everything on the board so well, I stand chat, nor negligent with the living in Japan from the U.S. writers Sam and I am quite satisfied.
I want to surf more, but first of all, I booked a bus to Ubud, the cultural center of the island and the second largest Touristenanziehunngspunkt. I was far from out of town, much less on the card, felt an eternity with my sizeable backpack with hiking boots and running shoes dangling outside, tent, sleeping bag and mat inside. But I was stubborn, and ran my way through holes in the ground, up and down on the footpath and wide bought also the twentieth Angebtot for Transport, Transport, when I say must, that I am my imagination in seventeenth offer has thought of karate kicks against the poor Indonesians on the road has lasssen execute. NO, I like the look schweissueberstroemt and faint, but I run and do not waste my few rupiah for a taxi ride.

And I've already mentioned that I sweat? Just now bought water from the refrigerator (estimated four liters a day) seems to be in seconds in a hot broth transform. I think shower! even more often than food! what amazed me at the Fruechteangebot and follow this Planschgeluest three times a day. I sweat while sitting, I'm sweating to the Halbdelirium on the bus, I'm sweating in bed and every time I shower, get my clothes with the same. T-shirts will be chosen not according to appearance but for airiness and preferred. Oh, and I have the luxury of a fifty cent indulged in baby powder, it creates me a half minutes after showering and drying, still keeping reasonably fresh. I sweat, I've already mentioned that?

I was on my way in a central hotel, another passenger said she would have then paid only $ 4. They wanted eight out of me, I traded down to 6, have my own small balcony and a great little tempelaehnlichen complex to me and many beautiful plants in deep green. Here's all very green at all, in Bali. Arrived here I had like the feeling, again very happy with my ridiculous traveling circus can be and to be able to relax at all. Speaking of, tomorrow I'll probably have the luxury of a spa . Treat For $ 5 you can for one hour, knead really. Bali such a classic I will not miss me. Ubud is calmer, more art and craft as in Kuta, the food is wonderfully fresh, I sip carrot juice and Spirulinasmoothie, feast fruit salad, Nasi Goreng (the typical fried rice with vegetables, to a standing Asians at every German corner), Mie Goreng (fried noodles) , tofu, and tempe curry with many different vegetables and am now very happy.

the plane to Bali, I was advised to take a bike ride and so I booked last night fast nor the last place for thirty dollars. A day trip to one of the volcanoes with the bus and then fourteen kilometers downhill between villages Local and rice fields. We started a small botanical garden where we could watch nine cyclists coffee, vanilla, cocoa, lemon grass, ginger and turmeric in the growth and taste a cup of ginger tea, cocoa and coffee were given. The cocoa was great so I am spending spree with a small bag. Chocolate melts and only here so I will still pursue some of my Schokineigung. Gabs breakfast right next to the volcano with a fine view over a lake, each a well-oiled, very neat looking mountain, and on we went. A chain would have one at the wheel not in use, the brakes gave perfect and it really was touted as possible for everyone. We visited a typical Balinese residential complex consists of several small houses with a Kuechenhaus. The children get married and get their own little cottage, but remain with the family. In pension is not gone yet and so the Omma split bamboo so that it can be processed into mats, baskets, or serve a larger scale than roofs. Looks good, is breathable and long-standing, as it seems. Walked past in various stages of growth contained rice fields were flooded therefore also different. Great sympathy of others with the poor workers who planted the rice in about knoechelhohen mud. I was thinking more of a combination of vornuebergebeugtem Tomatenpfluecken and Stewart Iceland mud wading. Do we know everything. If not for a dollar fifty a day, and without perspective (if I just felt like this slave as tomatoes). When rice crops, we were able to participate even ran onto the field and skin the whole rice plants against a board, so that the grains fell out and then laid out to dry. Most impressive is the irrigation system. The water flows from the lake near the volcano covered the rice fields when not in use, it is blocked, and flows into the next field so that all farmers are well served. Very old, very successful. All happy, especially the environment, I suppose. All the way, is also well fertilized because of the good fertile volcanic ash. No wonder that the locals align their beds gene volcano and it regard as sacred. On the way, the children waved, saluted the bigger man and all over the world was largely intact with a good lunch buffet and the best fresh coconut a fruit salad. The guide spoke good English, was nice, dedicated, and answered all the questions that he knew (what was then the half, he spoke better than he heard ...). We were sold on the so-called Monkey Forest, the most famous attraction in Ubud, where quite a pack of macaques jumps on tourists, especially if they keep quite timid somewhere clutching bananas. The cute Aeffechen bite taken time to paint a powerful snarl, it's about on the floor and play with water bottles or daring jump in puddles. The monkeys here are similar naughty as in India. I'm curious to know whether to behave my orangutans in Sulawesi!

A dinner with David, my gray-haired Fast House neighbors, who promises to send me some of his radio plays (at last replenishment!) And me tomorrow imports in the local library, a chat with a Swiss couple who cycled from Switzerland to Syria and after 12000 miles bike is not known as a real biker and not sure who to be compelling to escape midlife crisis really. Man wants to go home, is all very well in Switzerland, but not as we know right level. The uncertainty of the travelers. Or all men are at doubting, just to make some more? That was even a nice day. A lot of input and new, so I like that!