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When I traveled overland through Central Asia (or ‘The Stans’) last year I realized I’d been to all but 4 of the former SSRs and so this trip was very much about visiting the last few and getting a sense of closure from not so much ‘that part of the world’ but the general Soviet cultural legacy in its different locations. The area I’m traveling from Moldova to Lithuania is very much Eastern Europe but I think the general phrase Eastern Europe needs a bit of clarification. Since the beginning of the Cold War it’s meant anything East of the Iron curtain but the term is now surely out of date for many of the countries that were ‘behind the curtain’. In literal terms geographically the likes of Hungary, Czech Republic and Slovakia are Central Europe and culturally they’ve moved on a long way from Soviet times- maybe a phrase like Danubian Europe would better connect them to their cultural near neighbors such as Austria. For the countries of the former Soviet Union though the accuracy in applying the term is much harder to call and viewing the cultural positionings of the four countries I visited was definitely one of the core features of the trip.

My trip began in one of Europe’s ‘lesser known’ and one of its least visited countries- Moldova. I’d wanted to visit there ever since reading Tony Hawks amusingly offbeat and very British adventure Playing the Moldovans at Tennis in the late ‘90s but my experiences were slightly less bleak than the way the book portrayed the country. There was glorious sunshine every day and temperatures were consistently in the mid 30s, it’s the most rural country in Europe with the landscape vastly different to the Soviet stereotype of belching chimneys and blackened miners- i.e. no hammers but plenty of sickles.

Whilst it’s quietly pleasant for a few days, as with most countries that have few tourists there’s not a huge amount to do there although the undoubted tourist highlight was going on a woozy tour of a vineyard- the country is sometimes described as having the best value wines in the world and certainly being asked to pay just over a Euro for a lovely bottle of red is definitely a fond memory.

In many ways it almost doesn’t feel like a full country, and with the Transnistrian issue it almost literally isn’t. Moldovans speak Romanian and the national identity is very weak being largely invented by the Russians during Communist times; with no real industrial economy it felt more like an agricultural region of a bigger country (e.g. the Soviet Union) and its future looks uncertain to say the least. In the last few years Albania has overtaken it to leave it as the poorest country in Europe and more than a quarter of the population have left to find work elsewhere in Europe since independence. What’s hampering the country even further was my next stop of the breakaway republic of Transnistria.

It’s a de jure part of Moldova but is one of the group of 10 or so breakaway countries (like Kosovo, Abkhazia etc.) in the world which run themselves totally independently with their own government, army etc. I was quite nervous crossing the border as it’s notorious for foreigners to get hit for bribes by the police but things went agreeably smoothly on both entering and leaving the country. The region is on the East bank of the Dniestr river and refused to join Moldova at independence in 1991; as with elsewhere in the USSR ethnic Russians had been moved into the region en masse and despite being part of the Moldovan SSR, with pictures of Vladimir Putin up everywhere their loyalty is clearly to the Great Bear rather than independent Moldova. Again there’s almost nothing to do in terms of activities and culturally it felt very much like an agricultural region of Russia. It’s famously corrupt and in recent years arguably its main claim to fame has been the success of its football team FC Sheriff who play in an incredible stadium… but is essentially a front for a mafia mogul who runs virtually every business of note in the tiny country. The dispute does neither the very poor Moldovans nor Transnistrians any favours, they fight now and again but there’s plenty of Russian troops to keep the peace and it’s the constant bickering between the two sides which is really halting their development. The vast majority of the power supply is produced in Transnistria but they ask Moldovans such high prices that Moldova retaliates by blocking other trade and with their aging populations, relatively isolated locations and limited economic activity it’s difficult to see how either side can move forward. Furthermore because of the dispute it means the EU is unwilling to open negotiations for Moldovan membership or supply much aid and ultimately the poverty (certainly by European standards) of the area and the lack of upward mobility meant I was pretty pleased to get to Ukraine- where things are very different.

The BBC previews of Ukraine before the European Championships were little short of disgraceful, rather than making any attempt to describe the country’s history, culture or even tourist attractions it focused on nothing else but its football hooligans with a hyperbolic commentary from Sol Campbell over the top. Despite the undoubted problems the country has with its football fans this is clearly a minority and its only one small aspect of this large country; quite what the BBCs motivations were in doing this I don’t know. In conversations with me a couple of Ukrainians lambasted the BBC over it, angrily questioning the negativity towards them and highlighting the hypocrisy of the British media as they cogently pointed out it was the England captain who was in court over a racism charge and England has a more famous hooliganism reputation than any other country in Europe. Parts of the Ukrainian media blamed the fewer than expected visitors for the tournament on this negative publicity but I think hosting half the games in the remote Eastern and non-tourist friendly cities Kharkiv and Donetsk probably had more to do with it. So, based on those documentaries and reports people could have a negative view of Ukraine, which considering the Euros were their big chance to sell themselves to the world doesn’t seem remotely fair.

(Definitely not ‘The’) Ukraine is the largest country in Europe (discounting Russia) and one of the pleasures of traveling around is seeing the differences in landscapes and cultures of the different regions. To begin with I spent my time on the Black Sea in the gorgeous city of Odessa, scene of the Potemkin incident and great beaches. Aside from the boulevards full of ex-sailors playing chess and gorgeous coastal setting probably the most memorable part of the city are the inhabitants themselves; an extroverted, cosmopolitan lot who are utterly self-assured in their status as the chicest city in the USSR. Whilst the raffish mafia types add an air of menace, the city’s legendarily beautiful women lighten the tone massively and it was no surprise to find it’s the centre of Ukraines massive bridal mail order business. It’s been going on a long time, predominantly with American men and from their point of view you can easily see what they’re getting with the image obsessed Ukrainian women (Mila Kunis is their current standard bearer) but I couldn’t work out why the trade still goes on now. Since the Orange Revolution in 2004 and the government changed Ukraine has been doing very well economically. For several years it was posting annual growth of 6%+ and whilst that’s slowed down recently, the quality of life in the big cities at least is catching up with its Central European neighbors so I’m not sure how marrying a bloke twice their age from Indianapolis will see a massive improvement in their quality of life.

The Ukrainian flag is a blue half symbolizing the sky above a yellow half symbolizing the corn fields that are a constant feature of the landscape for much of the country, but my next area to visit was the Crimean peninsula way down on the Black Sea which has a very different landscape to the rest of the country and is also heavily contested between Ukraine and Russia. The coastline is utterly stunning, composed of sheer mountain cliffs rising 1500m straight up from the sea, bizarre rock formations and plateaus covered in Cypress and Juniper trees create an environment not dissimilar to the Mediterranean. There are some fantastic national parks to hike in and explore and on top of that it has a rich history from various eras: the old Tartar khanate, the Crimean war and more recently the Yalta conference. It forms the Western part of the old Russian Riviera which stretched all the way round to Abkhazia and Georgia and even now at this time of year is rammed with lower middle class Russian holidaymakers.

One of the things I was curious to see in Ukraine was how the Euros had affected traveling there as a tourist and the answer came in extremes. In Kiev and Lviv where games were hosted, the government has clearly spent a lot of money on new signs and information booths, all in English and incredibly easy to use- getting around and doing things was effortless. In contrast I actually found the Crimean tourist attractions immensely disappointing due to the lack of facilities/information for non-Russian speakers. Aside from Russians there are few overseas visitors to the area and they tend to do things on guided tours, consequently the museums at the Livadia Palace in Yalta where the conference took place and the Crimean war museum near Balaclava are poor to say the very least with minimal information offered with no background, context or analysis of the very important events that had taken place. The Valley of Death where the Charge of the Light Brigade (now a vineyard) took place in particular had absolutely nothing to indicate this with the viewpoint overlooking it now home to a WWII diorama for no apparent reason. Much better was the nuclear submarine factory in Balaclava near Sevastopol which is fascinating to walk round the endless gloomy corridors and the super sized bits of machinery tunneled underneath a mountain right on the coast. This area has only been opened to the outside world for about 15 years (you needed a special permit previously) as it was here that the Soviet navy had its headquarters but in post-independence Ukraine is proving to be one of the biggest problems for the fledgling state.

In many ways Ukraine was the ‘poster boy’ of the USSR, the propaganda images of hearty farmers in the cornfields and stakhonovite miners from the East of the country smilingly working for the common good was the image Stalin et al liked to portray but it masked the reality on the ground. Much of the country is covered in a loam soil which makes it one of the most fertile parts of Europe and it’s no surprise that it became known as the breadbasket of the USSR. However, whilst Ukrainian products were sold in Paris and Rome to demonstrate the strength of the Soviet economy, during the early 1930s none of the food was being released to locals as Stalin ordered the deliberate starvation of the population in order to head off any nationalist intentions to break free of the Soviet yoke. An estimated 3-5million died of starvation between 1932-33 and all over the country there are memorials to the dead in Europes ‘forgotten genocide’. Vladimir Putin recently refused to accept any accusations of genocide from Ukraine and unsurprisingly it’s a contentious issue between the 2 countries. The other major way Stalin tried to head off Ukrainian nationalism (or indeed any other independence movements across the USSR) was to move large numbers of Russian immigrants into the country and it’s this that is causing problems now. There’s currently an election campaign underway and the 2 main parties are loosely based round ethnicity; the main ‘Ukrainian party’ is led by the glamorous hero of the Orange Revolution Yulia Tymoschenko and looks defiantly West wanting to join the EU and NATO and have much greater integration with the rest of Europe based around a Ukrainian identity. However, Russian is marginally the most widely spoken language and where Russians form a majority in the East of the country and in the Crimea, political tensions are highest. Backed by Moscow, several times the Crimea has threatened to secede and the governments response was to kick out the Russian navy. Russia responded by hiking up gas prices 500%, this left Ukraine temporarily paralyzed as gas is its main source of power so a deal was agreed to allow the Russians to stay until 2042 though it’s quite clearly only a stop gap solution. As the biggest ‘other SSR’ and a split population, Ukraine is clearly the biggest prize in the ongoing proxy war between Russia and the West for influence in former Soviet states The current leader is the Russian speaking but neutral leaning Viktor Yanukovych and whilst he’s been something of a stabilizing force for the country he’s also put Tymoschenko in jail for a contentious corruption charge (which meant virtually all top European politicians boycotted the Euros) and until a more harmonious relationship between the 2 communities is worked out its future economic and political ambitions will continue to be argued about.

The idea that Soviet cities are grey, unpleasant places full of concrete has largely been untrue in my experience and the capital Kiev was no exception. Aside from the lovely riverside setting it boasts an underground cave system that is eerily lit up to reveal the mummified remains of dozens of monks in glass coffins, you don’t see anything more than hands and feet but it’s still an odd sight in the middle of the city. Elsewhere underground it has one of the deepest metros in the world (it doubled as an A-bomb shelter), escalators are much faster than usual but journeys still take up to 8 minutes and people just sit down and wait.

However, also nuclear fusion related by far the most memorable thing I did in Kiev or the entire trip for that matter was a tour of Chernobyl; the Lonely Planet lists it as ‘the worlds weirdest day trip’ though I don’t think that’s been true for a while as it’s been opened up in the last few years and whilst expensive at $160 for the day it’s nonetheless an incredible experience. You have to apply in advance to get security clearance and have to wear full sleeves and closed shoes to stop your skin touching any affected material, they even give you a protective mask when you arrive. However, over 25 years since the accident the risks are pretty small, even 50m away from reactor No. 4 where the reaction happened the guides Geiger counter only gave a reading of about 4 or 5 millirems per hour (14 and up is harmful to humans) although in the forest we did see 25+ ratings as soil retains the radiation better. There are 2 exclusion zones of 10km and 30km and there are far more people around both of them than you might think. Chernobyl itself now has around 4,000 people living there and thanks to a massive grant from the EU a French company are building several sarcophagi over the spent reactors. There’s also a big firefighters unit, probably the most dangerous legacy of the disaster left is the risk of a massive forest fire spreading contaminated air around and having seen a massive one in Crimea which they were fighting for 3 days I can see why they’re quite paranoid about it in this part of the world. Workers work 15 days on, then spend 2 weeks out but there are plans to repopulate the 30km zone in the next 5 years or so. Whilst there were more people kicking around the site than I was hoping I still got a bit of a feel of the recent ‘classic film’ Chernobyl Diaries; whilst looking round the ruined city of Pripyat nearest to the reactors you can see the cinema and town hall etc. but best of all was the abandoned blocks of flats. I was in a very strange group of people in that no one else said a word for 7 hours so left them by climbing up to the higher floors. Everything of any value has long been looted and the buildings are now slowly falling apart, even in broad daylight entering the ruined apartments with the wind howling to find who knows what was still near terrifying and definitely the memory I’ll remember strongest from this strange and sad environment.

Whilst the accident happened in Ukraine due to the winds blowing the radiation North the country most affected by Chernobyl was my next stop Belarus. Getting the visa for Belarus brought back unpleasant memories of traveling in Central Asia as aside from the extortionate cost, you have to do needless paperwork and it takes a week. A lot of the guidebooks describe it like taking step back in time or as a Soviet time capsule but that’s definitely an exaggeration with the usual McDonalds et al on show. However, Belarus is most definitely an outlier within Europe- or perhaps that should be the pariah of the continent. Like all the ex-Soviet ‘Stans it’s run by a nasty dictator named Edward Lukashenko who’s run the country since 1994 with dire results. He imprisons thousands and tortures or executes almost anyone who disagrees with him; whilst the police presence is visibly nothing like as strong as Uzbekistan for example, it’s perhaps symbolic that the most high profile building in the capital Minsk is the giant KGB headquarters bang in the centre of town.

Even ignoring the human rights abuses the country is in economic trouble with its currency in near freefall dropping 100% in value in less than a year as Lukashenko has effectively turned his back on Europe and developed almost total dependence on Russia. As the name suggests (Belarus means white Russia) the two countries have a very similar heritage with Russian the dominant tongue and I can remember only a few pairs of countries with such similar cultures. Indeed in many ways it did feel essentially like a Russian satellite and everyone I spoke to was certain that a reunification with Russia is more likely than a democratic revolution, possibly within the next 5 years, they really don’t have a bright future with Lukashenko in charge.

There aren’t many sights to see and most of them revolve around World War II or the Great Patriotic War as it’s known around there. Towards the end of my GCSEs I lost interest in history as aside from the endless preaching (sorry ‘teaching’) about the Holocaust we just seemed to do loads of stuff about how Britain ‘won’ the war- traveling round this part of the world shows you who really did. Four times as many people died on the Eastern front than in the rest of the world combined with an area like Belarus perfectly illustrating that with over a quarter of the population dying and most of its major cities completely destroyed. As part of the Soviet legacy there’s no doubt they go overboard with huge memorials everywhere to the glorious dead, seemingly half the Russian language films and TV programs are set during the war yet at the same time they almost deliberately ignore the following 45 years of Communist rule. Nonetheless it’s an important part of the historical culture of the area and it’s interesting to see.

Despite the somewhat bleak view of the country I’ve painted I actually had a great time staying with a DJ and partying till the small hours every night enjoying the vodka and I left the country feeling a bit annoyed I couldn’t stay for longer as I was running out of time.

And I continued the partying in my final stop of Lithuania; I had my birthday weekend before I caught my flight and thanks to an old French friend and some very friendly locals absolutely smashed it up on the yummy microbrews. In contrast to Ukraine and especially Belarus, the atmosphere in Lithuania feels different as soon as you cross the border. Unlike most of the former Soviet republics the Russians didn’t move people into Lithuania so it’s ethnically homogeneous and doesn’t have any of the cultural and political issues that come with residual Russians. As the occupation museum housed in a former KGB prison in the capital Vilnius shows the Soviets committed some terrible atrocities in the country and the constant booing of the Russian basketball team in the Olympic match between the 2 sides reflected the lack of love felt towards Russians. The country became the first of the SSRs to declare independence in 1991 and since being admitted in 2004 the people appear to be avowedly pro EU with the young country looking determinedly westward for its future.

Like most Eastern bloc countries it initially struggled after independence but especially since joining the EU and the trade benefits it brings Lithuania economy has been booming to produce one of the best economic growth rates in Europe. Unfortunately that doesn’t seem to be making them happy though. Before I went there I knew Lithuanian people were famous for 2 things; one was the average height of the people- the reason why a 3.5m strong country is consistently ranked top 5 in the world basketball rankings, it’s also one of only a small number of places where I would regularly see women let alone men who were a couple of inches taller than me, but then the second one was the suicide rate. The world leader of that unwanted record it’s perhaps notable that many of the other higher placed countries are former Soviet states. Whilst to some extent that can be put down to the usual financial pressures and the like I think the widespread alcoholism is also a key contributor. I think traveling in former Soviet states is the only time I’ve felt somewhat guilty about drinking so much; I found it very easy to literally get into the spirit and join the locals in dropping shots of vodka at crazy times e.g. 10am and then carrying on with the rest of the day. However, I did this with the knowledge that it would only be for a short time whereas for men especially that really is their life. Aside from just how cheap it is (a bottle of vodka normally costs about $1-3) one of the main causes is the lack of mobility in large parts of the country. For example if you live in rural Russia, Ukraine or Belarus and do a normal job (and that can include things like doctors) you’ve little hope of earning more than maybe $200 a month with scant opportunity for increasing that. It’s a far cry from the flashy money of Moscow or Kiev and the social and financial gaps between core and periphery regions is one of the biggest problems the region faces. Aside from the suicide rates it brings other social problems such as a surplus of women (the men drink themselves to death by their mid to late-50s on average) and a generally unpleasant/unsafe feel to places as you weave in and out of the drunks. Whilst the likes of Belarus and Lithuania have banned drinking in public I think they may need a more aggressive taxation policy to curb the (male) populations addiction- hopefully leading to improvements in wellbeing indicators and also providing more state income.

Aside from the partying the end of the trip was agreeably relaxing, the Lithuanian capital Vilnius has the largest ‘old town’ in Europe and with its manageable size and interesting architecture it’s a very pleasant place to spend a few days. Although my highlight in Lithuania was definitely the Curonian Spit in the Baltic Sea, it’s the world’s 2nd longest at 100km and its ownership is split in half between Lithuania and the Russian exclave of Kalingrad. I rented a bike there and did the 50km ride from the mainland to the border and back again and it was a wonderful way to enjoy this part of the world. Whilst the word Baltic has become used as an adjective for cold weather the sun came out for me and cycling on the flat spit protected by the 60m high sand dunes was a cracking experience. There were various beaches to stop and swim at too and once again I realised quite how much fun cycling can be and what a great way it is to explore the world. It does feel good to have seen so much of the USSR and whilst I’m not going to be able to travel for a while now the heavens were kind to me and on my final bus to the airport provided a double rainbow to light up the sky- traveling is great.


Posted by carlswall 03:48 Archived in Moldova Tagged landscapes mountains churches buildings people ukraine belarus lithuania moldova transnistria Comments (0)

Southern India

Hi I hope you're enjoying the Summer and the Rojiblancos storming World Cup run. I'm writing from Mamallapuram just South of Chennai and it's been a few weeks similar to the last in that having seen barely any foreigners anywhere I've now got to a beach resort and there's a lot around. I've been pretty shocked in India how most visitors seem to be content with a few of the biggest sights and staying at the beach- for a country with so much diversity and different aspects of the culture to enjoy I'm just shocked how unambitious most backpackers are here.

After leaving Goa I headed to the 2nd biggest mountain range in the country called the Western Ghats. It was nice getting into the highlands cooler temperatures but the 2 hill stations I went to provided very different glimpses of India. The Koorg region was lovely, quiet and covered with coffee and vanilla plantations as well as Tibetan refugee communities it was a great area to hike around in, and for the first time since Sikkim in the North have anything like some tranquility in this hectic country. Ooty on the other hand was a bit different; Indians understandably seem to like to go to relaxing rather than 'interesting' places on holiday and the old English station of Ooty located near the 2 giant sweatboxes of Chennai and Bangalore makes it an obvious draw. Whilst the area has a pleasant climate and surrounding vegetation it was almost like they lifted a normal, polluted, crowded and insufferably busy Indian town of 100,000 people and put it 2200m up in the hills. It's probably the worst place I've been to in India in just how ruined the area has become and I spent my first day there ensuring a horse got put down after it had been abandoned following an accident and then happily left the next day.

After Ooty I went to the Southern state of Kerala which is without doubt one of the most interesting in India. Geographically it's made up of wide rivers, spice, cashew, red banana plantations and a beautiful palm fringed coastline which attracted traders from all over the world. The Chinese, Dutch, Portuguese, Arabs and even Jews all left a varied religious legacy including Catholicism and Syrians Christians; they also created cosmopolitan coastal trading cities resembling those on the Malacca straights in Malaysia or even across the Indian Ocean on the Swahili coast of Africa making it a fascinating place to be for a while.
The interior of the state is covered in waterways which are still a very popular way to get around, aside from the relaxing waterborne serenity it's also a great way to see why for the poor Kerala is probably the best place to live in India.
India has a political system somewhat similar to the USA in that each state has it's own Parliament and elects its own government. In 1957 Kerala became the first place in the world to democratically elect a Communist government and (sorry Fidel) it's probably been the worlds most successful attempt at it.
The people are really proud of the tradition and you see big marches and the hammer and sickle symbol up everywhere, many people even have names like Lenin and Stalin. It's really noticeable how even the poorest villagers are much better educated and have a decent home as well as plenty of access to schools and clinics unlike in some of the Northern states like Bihar or Uttar Pradesh where if you're born poor your life chances are very limited.
The Communists achievements here are many, from female emancipation to infrastructural growth and a life expectancy of 75, fully 10 years higher than the Indian average. To focus on one thing however, Kerala has achieved a literacy rate of 94% one of the highest in the developing world and I've found education in India a fascinating thing to look at on my travels here.

Any Indian will proudly tell you their extremely capable Prime Minister Manoman Singh is the best educated leader in the world and the importance placed on education here is one of the things I've find myself most admiring compared to other developing countries. Whilst ensuring your kids are educated doesn't guarantee them a better life it certainly gives them more chance.
One of the single most common things you see in India are posters advertising schools or extra tuition classes with the qualifications of the tutors and their schools plastered everywhere. Most of the time its for Maths, Physics etc though I'm still weighing up whether to get some of the 'Personality Development' classes offered too. The focus on education undoubtedly shows the diaspora community in a good light; in the UK Indians rank only behind the Chinese in all ethnic groups results and in the States an Indian girl has just become the 8th Indian-American winner in 11 years of the American National spelling bee. The importance placed on education is definitely based on an imperfect system though, firstly in quite how judgmental Indians are about people according to their level of education. In part due to the caste system (the highest Brahmin caste are traditionally teachers) you seem to be completely marked down if you're not educated and where access to education is so uneven it's not exactly an equitable system.
Indian parents are notoriously competitive over their children (the mothers in Goodness Gracious Me was about right) and success in education seems to take on an almost obsessional tone which can be good but can also border on being slightly unpleasant at times. Exams seem to be over-competitive here to the point of being unpleasant, normally on the advertising posters for schools kids as young as 11 or 12 are made into mini celebrities. Their photos and details of their successful results are used to sell tuition classes in posters or in ads in the newspapers rather than the pass grade of the school as a whole like schools might use in England. When kids do really well e.g.at a national level then they can expect to be in the first few pages of the national newspapers along with several hundred word articles about them, which just for kids school results feels both well over the top and surely not what education should be about.

Critics of the system in Kerala like to point out that due to its higher taxes the state has been far less successful than others in attracting overseas investment and it triggers quite an interesting debate about education in India and other developing countries generally. India like most other developing countries is arguably too top heavy on education spending; whilst it annually churns out millions of university graduates in Engineering and IT fields etc it simultaneously has an appalling literacy rate of just 61% overall. In contrast somewhere like The Philippines has a fantastic rate of 92% yet doesn't produce enough high quality graduates. Consequently India has a large body of qualified workers who form the 'engine' to its fast economic growth whereas The Philippines has consistently struggled in this area, but is definitely a 'fairer' system to begin with. For countries with limited budgets for education and the impact it has on the wider society deciding where to spend the money is a hard one to manage and it's interesting both to debate and to see the differing approaches relative success.

In true Socialist fashion Kerala is also the only state in India with a visible drinking scene, or problem depending on which way you look at it. Many states like Gujarat and some in the NorthEast are completely dry and in most other states drinking out is both heavily taxed and not a very attractive option. Outside from the big cities with Western style bars (with prices to match) generally booze is only available at either bottle shops where you're given it in a paper bag by a man behind bars or at 'permit rooms'. These are incredibly depressing places where middle aged men escape from their wives to drink around dimly lit tables and as in most drinking establishments in Asia there are no women anywhere near the premises.
Therefore outside of Goa I've barely drunk but Kerala's great as dotted around the landscape are 'Toddy (palm beer) shops' which are reminiscent of the rum shacks in the Caribbean for their awesome prices and enjoyable ubiquity. I liked them of course but alcoholism and the probably related high level of mental health problems and suicide rates is becoming a serious problem which is largely unknown in the rest of the country.

Aside from the lack of booze Indians are pretty healthy in other ways, out of respect to the various religions you virtually never see pork or beef on a menu and I've been pretty amazed at how few Indians smoke. Having said that many men chew pan (sort of chewing tobacco) or betel nuts which do very bad things to your teeth and whilst they get up surprisingly late the lifestyle is generally pretty healthy.
An area where health isn't so good is sanitation; nearly 100 years ago Gandhi wrote that the lack of sanitation was 'the shame of India' and things haven't changed nearly enough.
Another of the most common 'Indian sights' are blokes pissing anywhere and everywhere and it's unusual to see Indians covering their mouths when they cough or sneeze. Much more seriously though is the 'toilet problem' the country faces. To much public hand wringing about the direction of the country, the number of mobile phones recently overtook the number of toilets and in most of the countryside a shocking 1 in 4 households actually have toilets. If you're wondering where do they go? well the answer is they take a small pot of water out and simply pick a spot they like the look of. Unsurprisingly Indian villages are often really unpleasant places to be as with the wandering cows everywhere too you're never far from the smell or sight of excreta.
At certain times such as on a train first thing in the morning you're 'treated' to the disgusting sight of seeing up to 20 or 30 people simultaneously squatting by the tracks. When you bear in mind this is a country that eats with its right hand and you have much of the answer for why India's found eradicating certain diseases so hard.
The consequences of this lack of sanitation can be seen everywhere in the country; the sheer number of beggars in the country is of course one of the things India is famous for ans astound most visitors. They vary considerably, the so-called beggar families are everywhere where parents will send out their often very young kids to guilt trip you into giving money and when you realise that they've probably been begging for generations and probably don't know any better than taking their kids out of school it's darn depressing.
Less forgivable are when ordinary seemingly solvent people ask you for money, the most memorable examples I've had of this were chatting for 20minutes with a guy who claimed to be a retired MIT professor (and talked the talk) about whether global warming exists only for him then to turn round and ask to 'borrow' some money. In Bihar at a Hindu shrine for hopefully the only time in my life I told a shotgun wielding police officer to piss off after he asked for 'baksheesh' for absolutely no reason.
However, without a doubt it's the polio sufferers/beggars I've felt most sorry for. Polio is transmitted via the 'fecal-oral route' and whilst it's been wiped out virtually everywhere else, in India it's still fairly prevalent. I'm too young to remember any cases in England but seeing it here it's a horrible disease that to differing extents leaves sufferers essentially with withered up limbs that don't work. Therefore everywhere you see beggars who are mentally fine but are unable to do virtually anything with their legs and arms; whilst better access to vaccines amongst the poor etc would undoubtedly help, just having better basic hygiene practices would certainly cut down on the number of cases.
After leaving Kerala I went to India's southern most state of Tamil Nadu where aside from seeing where the subcontinent ends to look out over where the Arabian Sea and Bay of Bengal meet the Indian Ocean at Cape Cormorin, some of India's finest Hindu temples are located. There are many things I really like about Hinduism; aside from the beautiful multicoloured temples it has by some distance the most visually interesting worship rites of the major religions. I think the fortunes of the C of E would be revived overnight if every medium sized church and up had their own resident elephant to bless you and the elaborate music and dance rituals the ubiquitous pilgrims perform are always entertaining. On a more philosophical note the lack of proselytizing and (certainly that I've seen) tolerance of other religions put the Abrahamic faiths to shame.
However, one area of the religion I'm really struggling to respect is the role of the Sadhus (holy ones) or so called 'God Men'. Almost every temple will have a few who'll uninvited mumble a few words to 'bless you' then demand exhorbitant (e.g. $10) 'donations'. With an unsettling glint in their eyes and a deeply unpleasant, almost lascivious aura about them they remind me very strongly of when I met Michael Howard several years ago.
But these are the unsuccessful ones; a key part of Hinduism is the belief that in order to show you the 'right path to enlightenment' you need a Guru (teacher) in order to point you the right way. Therefore India has a simply huge industry of God men (it's very rarely women, although you may have heard of Amma the 'Hugging Mother') where a man claims to have found the secret to 'a pure life' etc. If you can convince enough people that you've discovered 'the way' then you can become very, very (as in multimillionaire) rich. They remind me of American mega- preachers like Joel Osteen or Billy Graham Jr both in how often you see them on posters or TV but also in the degree of power they have over so many people.
The Beatles gave up on the Indian dream in the Mahesh Yogi Ashram when after a while they realised that the yogi spent more time asking for money and trying to sleep with the female guests than he did actually being 'holy'.
And that's a fairly neat summary of how they come across to me too; almost every week since I've been here there's been a big scandal involving a God man always involving money and sex. The influence they build up is incredible however, when one of the highest profile of the God men was arrested a few weeks ago with a truly appalling charge sheet including sex with minors, pimping, kidnapping, extortion and people trafficking by the next morning the former head judge of the High Court had gathered a group of celebrity backers to protest his innocence in all the newspapers- because he was their guru. As Louis Theroux felt when he did a programme on them, I find it incredible how a person can claim to have attained spiritual enlightenment and then firstly to use said enlightenment so blatantly to make themselves rich and famous - and that people actually believe it. Whilst it's a situation where I'm obviously at least partly wrong as they give a degree of spiritual wellbeing to so many people, it's definitely something I've struggled to accept here.

So with my visa running out I headed up the coast to the incongruous spot of Pondicherry. I remember it well from tedious French lessons at school and is basically a town the British for some reason allowed the French to keep on the East coast. The French part of the town feels nothing like the rest of India and it felt surreal to wander along tree lined avenues eating baguettes and seeing the odd tricolor. It's where Life of Pi is partly set if you've read it and whilst the more modern Indian influences make it look a bit ragged in places it was definitely a nice spot to watch Englands heroic draw against Algeria.

Tomorrow I fly to Sri Lanka which I'm both excited and quite anxious about as due to visa issues I'm not sure what's gonna happen when I get there. Hopefully I'll be there for a few weeks and whilst I'd like to look forward to getting a break from not so much the love affair as the all consuming white hot passion Indian drivers have for their car horns I think my eardrums will take a similar battering in Sri Lanka.
Whilst the only things I really miss from home are my dog and watching the Os having now been away for over a year it feels my life has little connection with England, like all my thought processes are wrapped up here so I hope you're able to still get through the emails!

From Mamallapuram,

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East Timor, Sulawesi and Sumatra

Hello from the lovely (and superbly named) mountain town of Bukittinggi, I've just received confirmation that after several months traveling in archipelago based nations I will be happy to leave planes and boats behind for far easier overland travel. After booking 2 separate flights to Singapore both routes were subsequently discontinued and I'm now facing 30hrs of complicated travel to get to Singapore rather than a 2hr flight...

After paying $60 and finally escaping flag copying Indonesia (from Monaco, much to the Grimaldis chagrin) I arrived in the much better flagged East Timor. The world's 3rd youngest country, starting with it's appalling name (Timor means East in the local language) it has arguably the most tragic history of any country in the world.
Run as a Portuguese colony for over 300yrs, as with their other colonies around the world the Portuguese did absolutely nothing for it beyond Catholicism and when the Caetano regime collapsed in 1974 they pulled out virtually overnight leaving no economic infrastructure and less than 20km of paved roads. The East Timorese briefly declared independence but Indonesia effectively annexed it soon after and by handing over generous oil and mining rights received tacit support from the USA and Australia to do so. For 25yrs the notoriously brutal Indonesian army maintained an almost perfect human rights abuse record; not only did they ban the local language and clamped down on the culture, they imported thousands of Indonesians who took over all government posts and any businesses that were local owned, reducing the local population to little more than slaves with the women receiving much of the worst treatment. The East Timorese did however fight an ongoing guerrilla campaign and in 1999 the Indonesians finally pulled out due to the Asian currency collapse and mounting international pressure. When the Indonesians departed they had something of a 'blitzkrieg policy' where unofficially the line was if 'we can't run it then we'll leave a country not worth having' and destroyed anything they could as well as taking a terrible revenge on the human population. After 25 yrs of occupation an almost unbelievable 40% of the population had been killed.

...Therefore being in a country which had fought so hard and had lost so much was pretty humbling but to my surprise the sense of freedom I found quite invigorating too; I just loved it. One of the first things that struck me was just how different it was from Indonesia; instead of Islam it was Catholic and instead of the Asiatic features of Western Indonesians the population was made up of immigrants from all over the Portuguese empire. If anything it felt more like Brazil than Indonesia with Portuguese spoken, women having a more 'relaxed' dress code and a hill above the capital Dili even has a Christ the Redeemer statue beautifully staring sentinel like down on the bay ala Rio de Janeiro.
The capital felt very different from the rest of the country mainly due to the massive UN presence (country building/security programmes), UN vehicles probably comprise 1 in every 2 vehicles on the streets and I found myself somewhat surreally eating in restaurants with Bangladeshi engineers and having a beer with Croatian soldiers.
But outside the capital East Timors poverty (the poorest country in Asia, most families have a GDP of less than $1000) becomes quite obvious; trade is normally by barter and most people live in a hand to mouth subsistence lifestyle. Mimicking the use of agent Orange in Vietnam over 25yrs the hillsides were stripped bare by the Indonesian army to bring the guerrillas out into the open and so soil fertility is very low in this already parched island. The people are really happy to see you and whilst getting around is tortuously slow at times it was also great to be in the mythical mountain areas which are held so dear to the people due to them being the base of the independence struggle and the perfect empty beaches right across the North coast.
The reason so many UN staff are there is that East Timor has vast problems, centuries of non rather than underinvestment has left a legacy of terrible literacy rates, a family size of 7.4 children and the huge security presence is largely a deterrent against a repeat of the riots of 2006 where young people violently protested against the 45% unemployment rate.
The main story in the news for sometime now has been on how far East Timor should take trying to get justice for the war crimes, some feel they should let the past go but the extent of the destruction and indeed seeing the war criminals remaining in high ranking posts is hard to take for many. It's an indication of quite how corrupt Indonesia is that at the moment I'm seeing the smiling photo of General Wiranto who was in charge of the 'pullout' of East Timor in '99 as for the 2nd time he was on a presidential campaign ticket.
Moving forward economically is so hard as it also ranks as one of the most isolated countries in the world (flights to just 3 other cities in the world). Unsurprisingly the Indonesians have 'shut the door' on trade leaving Australia as its one viable trading option. The only problem is that their role in its recent history has been pretty appalling and so the Timorese don't like or trust them. After idly standing by for 25 yrs watching a genocide take place as long as it had its oil, after independence the Howard government tried it's damnedest to get hold of 100% of new oil and gas rights in return for security and infrastructure assistance. East Timor had to negotiate hard and eventually 30% was agreed to be granted to the Australians but as with other agreements in their sphere of influence in Nauru and the Solomon Islands, the Australians just haven't really delivered meaning the country is still really struggling.
As you can see by the amount I've written I really quite liked it there and as they move forward under a leader who resembles Che Guevara in many ways, it was somewhere I took to heart and found very satisfying to travel in.

To both get to and leave Timor I had to take a couple of long distance ferries which would have to rate as some of the more memorable journeys I've ever taken. Indonesian ferries are famous for never being full in economy class- one of the boats I took was 3 times over its official capacity of 900. No way will you get a seat of any sort, you just have to fight for a spot on the floor and watch as people step, smoke or whatever else over you. But even that seemed manageable, various Indonesians have told me stories particularly after Ramadan where they've had to stand up tube carriage style for 48 hrs- which I'd struggle to deal with. Since it's economy class they don't get too many foreign passengers and for the locals your presence is a bit of a novelty. I was travelling with a German couple and for 2 days we had a constant group of between 5-15 blokes just standing there watching us. They don't do anything other than smoke or maybe play with their phones and after 2 days I was pretty pleased to get to Sulawesi.

After stopping for a couple of days in the pleasant island capital of Makassar I went to the amazing area of Tana Toraja. Sulawesi is one of the few islands in Indonesia where there's no one dominant religion and in recent years amidst economic uncertainties the unfortunate consequence has been ethnic rioting and various grizzly murders. Tana Toraja however is bordered on all 4 sides by mountains and has developed a traditional culture very much untainted by more modern religions. It mainly revolves around death and buffaloes and leads to some amazing visual manifestations. When a person dies they're kept fully clothed in the family house for people to visit and 'chat with' until the family has earned enough money to hold the huge elaborate funerals involving feasts and buffalo slaughtering that will take place. They're then buried in either caves or hollows carved out of rocks high above you where wooden models of the deceased hang outside to greet you. These tombs are found everywhere but aside from being visually stunning are quite creepy with rotting coffins to step over and various bits of skeletons randomly lying around.
Unfortunately price inflation is kicking on for buffaloes (especially the prized albino specimens) and if you're a fairly well respected member of society you have to slaughter up to 24 of the beasts, which means people told me stories of families having to share rooms with dead grandparents for up to 2 years before they could afford the funeral. Nice.
Whilst I was there I did an amazing hike which was meant to last 3 days, I made quite good progress on the first day and ended up sleeping in a local family garden under a huge pair of ceremonial buffalo horns that each family has. In the night though I started feeling quite sick but being absolutely miles from anything resembling a road had to haul myself 35km along a walking path before I could get back to a road. About 3/4 of the way I practically passed out in a local village and when I opened my eyes found 71 kids (I counted) looking down on me as they'd just let school out. Someone gave me some water and I managed to continue but it took me some a couple of days to recover before I flew to wild Sumatra.

Sumatra is home to arguably the 2 biggest disasters in history, firstly the 1883 eruption of Krakatoa which aside from being the loudest noise ever made (heard in Australia) killed some 120,000 people and caused global temperatures to drop by over a degree for a year. However, my first stop was in Banda Aceh which of course was the 'epicentre' of the Boxing Day tsunami in 2004. Not having any stories involving supermodels or offspring of knighted film directors it didn't generate any of the headlines or coverage that Thailand did but the damage here was far deeper. A quite staggering number of 220,000 people died and virtually the entire city centre was swept away. Well, with the exception of the beautiful central mosque which is being trumpeted by some as a 'miracle' but when so many people died I thought it slightly dubious logic. As I looked at the horrific 'corpse photos' of the aftermath in the museum it makes you realize that whilst most 'natural disasters' eg the flooding in Jakarta I wrote of in the previous email or even hurricane Katrina are actually largely due to human error, sometimes there's nothing quite like nature.
One side effect of the disaster has been the cessation of fighting between the Achenese separatist rebels and the Indonesian military. The history of Indonesia post independence is a fascinating one, after fighting for and gaining independence from their dutch colonial masters the army has always been heavily involved in the running of the country and are still incredibly visible today, despite Indonesia having no external enemies. General Suharto took over the leadership in a coup in 1966 and was the dictator here for 32 years. Unsurprisingly he's the biggest single figure in Indonesia's history and he did many positive things, from establishing successful population and infrastructure planning schemes to the growth in the economy which led Indonesia from a backward agrarian society to the more 'middleweight' status it has to day. But it was all achieved at great cost; East Timor was effectively allowed to become independent because it was already the poorest province in Indonesia and was just costing too much to control. Independence is a luxury that will never be granted to the Acehnese or the other big breakaway area of Papua. Papua contains the Freeport mine which is the largest gold mine in the world and Aceh contains the oil supplies which have led to the economic growth mentioned above. Indonesia is now the 4th biggest ol producer in the world and with a huge Exxon Mobil contract the USA and others have been happy to look the other way at the terrible human rights abuses by the army that have occurred all over Indonesia. In Aceh the damage from the tsunami was so widespread that any politics have had to stop in the relief effort but a couple of recent small scale attacks have shown the issue has not been forgotten.

Another of Suharto's legacies is that Indonesia has become one of the single most corrupt countries in the world; he died a multibillionaire and his extended family were granted monopolies on huge areas of the economy, from Indonesia's flour (his wife) to cigarettes (his son Tommy) and even airlines (his grandson). Buoyed by the nations resource wealth the amounts grafted or stolen in Indonesia were higher than anywhere else in the world and whilst the popular current president has just been re-elected on an anti-corruption ticket, corruption still runs very deep in the society. As a superb, extreme example that's been heavily in the news recently Tommy Suharto has been running for the leadership of the Golkar party (Indonesias biggest), despite the fact he's a convicted killer. When I was in Guatemala several years ago the president Alfonso Portillo was also a convicted killer but that was in a bar room brawl 20 years before, however Tommy Suharto ordered the killing of the judge who sentenced him after being found guilty on corruption charges in 2002. Despite being given a 15yr sentence he only served 4 and was allowed to run his multibillion dollar businesses from prison. He's now out and to see him being interviewed and saying that he couldn't see why there was a problem with him being possibly the next president shows just how much Indonesia needs to change to become more respected on the world stage, even the head of the anti-corruption commission was arrested on murder charges earlier this year.

As I've moved south down through Sumatra it's been a glorious last couple of weeks in this beautiful country. From staying on huge crater lakes you can swim in, to awesome wildlife Sumatra is just a fantastic destination. The city of Padang is home to the best food in Indonesia but it was also hit by a 7.9 earthquake a month ago and the area it is now in ruins. In the city itself they're still searching for survivors and 'tent cities' have emerged for the refugees. In other places there have been terrible landslides that have swept away whole villages and seeing the destruction makes you appreciate living in a country which never has to deal with anything like this.
I've also predictably climbed a few more volcanoes and a couple of days ago had 2 of the most terrifying moments of my life when descending the nations highest volcano Mt Kerinci. After getting to the summit visibility plummeted to only 10-20m and I slightly lost my way on the rocks going down. After taking a disastrous wrong turn I found myself in a gully with no other option but to first climb down 10m on a virtually sheer wall then after falling twice having to scramble 15m out of said gully on a surface which really didnt want to take my weight. When I got back to the nearest village the owner of my home-stay told me the details of the 8 people who've died since 2002 in virtually identical circumstances to how I got lost. I felt both very foolish and very relived to be hearing that rather than sitting with 2 broken ankles slowly dying in a remote gully!

As you can see by the amount I've written (sorry!) I've absolutely adored Indonesia. It' a truly fascinating country which I've feel I've been doing the proverbial in the ocean trying to describe in my short time here. Worldwide, perhaps only India can boast a greater cultural richness but it's this diversity which is arguably it's greatest weakness. It boasts more languages than any other country in the world, has a variety of different religions and ethnically the population varies from Chinese looking all the way to the almost black looking Papuans (Papua literally means land of the fuzzy hair). Indonesian politicians like to describe the nation as like the European Union but I think a better description is of a Javanese empire. The country wastes billions of dollars every year on maintaining a huge army which does little more than maintain control over people who don't consider themselves Indonesian, and virtually all resources, power and influence are centred in Jakarta and Java generally. In a country of 250million people and spanning some 17,000 islands over a huge area I don't think this model works for enough people, it's currently doing very well economically and there's talk it may even become an extra 'I' in the BRIC group of countries. However, about 10 years ago at the height of the Asian currency crisis the country was close to collapse and the splintering of the various islands into different countries. I think if a similar crisis occurs in the future I think the nation will struggle to maintain it's gargantuan structure.

So it's time to leave chain smoking Indonesia where the children ride motorbikes from the age of 7 and water buffaloes rule the roads. I'm gonna miss it greatly.
After going to the 'business Disneyland' (Singapore) for a few days I plan to head on up into peninsular Malaysia hopefully not being stuck in random ferry ports anymore!

From Bukittinggi,

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Java, Bali and Nusa Tenggara

Hello from a place called Ende tho frankly it feels like they should drop the 2nd 'e'. I really wish I wasn't here...

This month began in 'The Big Durian' that is Jakarta. Durians are the very smelly fruit that are also very delicious but that's definitely not a fair description of the city. During Dutch colonial times the city had a population of half a million and the Dutch were very worried that if it grew much more serious problems could arise as its built on a floodplain. They devised a flood management plan based on dykes etc that would hopefully be an end to the problem but unfortunately they then got kicked out and the plans were never built. The population of Jakarta is now a whopping 14million and large parts of it gets flooded almost every single yr. When you add its location on a tectonic fault (as seen by the earthquake a few weeks ago) it's not exactly the best place to live, but it is very much the place where this vast nation comes together. The business and political centre of the country much to my surprise it's also got one of the best clubbing scenes in the world (no, really!). I've always found that Muslims can be quite hypocritical when talking about the evils of alcohol, simply because in most parts of the world they simply substitute it for another stimulant. In North Africa they smoke hashish, in East Africa and the Gulf they chew qat but in Indonesia very much the drug of choice is ecstasy (far and away the worlds biggest producer and consumer). Regardless of your views on it, it does mean the clubs are just awesome with very good DJs playng to huge crowds. One club I went to called Stadium is normally open from Thursday night to Monday morning but unfortunately they shut at 4 when I was there, it was Ramadan so they had to close early to make sure everyone ate before the sun came up (I'm not making this up!). It had a capacity of 5,000 and that many people on the drug mentioned = a pretty memorable night.

But Jakarta really isn't somewhere you want to stay too long and so I left to climb a volcano. There are few things I enjoy more than getting to the top of mountains and with more active volcanoes than anywhere else in the world (over 130) I've been pretty happy in Indonesia as you get the view 'in' as well as 'out'. I've been fighting an ongoing battle with the Indonesian park service which stands at 10 nil to me over the enforced guiding they make you take for many of them. In the more isolated areas you can generally just rock up and do them yourself but in the more touristy areas they try and make you pay upwards of $50 just for someone to walk a path with you so have had some early mornings trying to slip past the guards. They're generally really easy as they're all under 4,000m and below the snow line and they've varied quite nicely from the very active Rinjani which recently erupted (so you could see lava) to the kinda scary Inerie (no path so quite dangerous). One of the strangest sights was at Bromo where Indonesian tourists would throw things like vegetables or money into the crater which is belching out sulfur and some of the locals would risk their lives having to try and scramble down the ridiculously dangerous and steep crater walls and nab them before they vanished. God knows what their life expectancy is but it looked like one of the worst ways to make a living I've ever seen. Just crazy.

One of my overriding memories of Java will be the night buses, not only the red eyed chain smoking with the locals of the awesome local fruit scented tabs (like smoking a Wrigley's juicy fruit gum) but the fantastic buskers that would serenade you 24hrs a day. On the tube in London the Gypsy accordion players are so bad that half the time they get menacing stares all the way up to racial abuse from their fellow passengers, but here they're great. Indonesia has a surprisingly strong Indie/grunge scene and there's just hundreds of these buskers groups (normally 2 or 3 young guys) who can play the guitar and sing and who get on board to entertain you 10 minutes. Definitely improves the journey, although maybe less so at 5am.

From Java I left for Bali and with lush volcano lined scenery, beautiful beaches and people it's not hard to see why it's been regarded as a paradise island for so long; however, perhaps it's biggest asset is it's unique culture. Bali is famously Hindu in this mainly Muslim country but in the Indonesian constitution you can only worship a monotheistic religion (mainly to try and stop animism from surviving in remote parts) so the Hinduism practiced here is a bit different from that in India. Instead of many Gods they tenuously claim that Shiva, Brahma et al are just one God in different forms, either way the people are fiercely passionate and all over the island you see the beautiful bright oranges and purples from their offerings, seemingly a temple on every corner and of course all the men wearing skirts (sarongs).
It really is a beautiful place and I have many happy memories of it from cycling down through crater lakes into the coffee plantations to seeing the huge religious ceremonies it packs an awful lot to do for a place it's size. Probably my best memory however was when I went to climb the highest volcano there called Agung, I slept in the temple on the slopes of the mountain and my journal entry for the day ends: "I had no food but the nightwatchman gave me some rice and so I ended up in my sleeping bag in the courtyard of the highest Hindu temple in Bali watching the stars above me. Magic"- which sums it up quite nicely.
Unfortunately too much tourism has meant it's not quite as perfect as the brochures make out however; the touristy areas in and around Bali is one of the worst places I've ever been for people trying to rip you off. Most people have an image of haggling as something done quite good naturedly over souvenirs in North Africa or Turkey but when you have to do it several times a day literally down to the price of an orange it becomes both tedious and actually mentally draining. Indonesians are actually quite 'bad' at it in the sense that they don't start at 'twice the price' which you expect but 4, 5 or even 10 times the price of something, at which point as one Irishman I met put it quite nicely "you don't want to negotiate, you just want to tell them to p*ss off".
Bali also has a seedy underbelly which has given me a slightly new perspective on the bombings that took place there earlier this decade. I'd been warned by fellow travelers that parts of it resemble an 'Australian Magaluf' (ie lots of drunken debauchery) and its also become a popular meeting point for gay Asians to hook up with western men. Whilst Bali has a long tradition of being a very tolerant place it is literally a small island surrounded by a much more conservative culture; to see the very public drunken excesses of the Aussies on holiday and the visually disgusting sight of older western men with gunsels of very indeterminate ages definitely makes you think who's in the wrong exactly. At the time of the bombings all the headlines were of the 'Is Indonesia a hotbed of fundamentalism?' or 'A new front on the war on terror!' brand of sensationalism but if Western tourists are gonna do these kind of things which aren't so much alien but actively wrong in Islamic culture then we can't really be too surprised when some people get quite upset and being quite pessimistic I can see it happening again.

All the volcanoes in Java and Bali have made the land very fertile and covered in people but as you start moving East to the islands known as Nusa Tenggara the landscape becomes much drier and far emptier.
By the time you get to Komodo national park it's hard to picture a more unforgiving environment, scorching hot with hardly any vegetation not much can survive but I did fulfill an ambition of mine by getting to see the dragons in the wild. The biggest lizards in the world, they can reach up to 3m in length and survive on the few deer and water buffalo that can survive on the island. Not really dangerous to humans you can go as close as you like but as one Jap famously found out 2 yrs ago- too close and you lose an arm (their saliva is acidic and causes your flesh to slowly rot). I also did a bit of snorkeling there and from swimming with turtles, climbing a few more volcanoes and taking umpteen motorcycle hitches in beautiful Flores I thought things were going very well until I got here.

My visa runs out today (and you can't renew it) but have been stuck here since the 22nd with no prospect of leaving Indonesia til at least the 27th. Despite being the 4th biggest country in the world and generally reasonably developed in most ways the transport infrastructure here is truly appalling. It's airlines are banned from virtually everywhere and it's impossible to get information on ferry schedules as none of the websites work. You can also only buy airline tickets from the place you depart from and when I arrived I was told all the flights are full for another week. There are no boats leaving til the 26th so am effectively stuck here before I can get to East Timor, you can get up to 5 yrs in prison for overstaying your visa and whilst I don't think that will happen I think the projected fine of $60 is one I won't really take kindly to as there's literally nothing I can do about the situation.
Hopefully I'll get to East Timor and then it will be back to Indonesia for another month.
Keep well,
From Ende,

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