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January 2015

There had been heavy rain or “hujan besar” during the night, thunder as well. My friend Natalya had woken with visions of the sky splitting open above her more than once. Myself, I slept through it, unaware; not because I am blessed with nerves of steel, but because I was blessed with being utterly knackered! Bayan was engulfed in mist when we rose in the morning – a cold mist, not unlike one you'd see hanging over a Scottish moor in Autumn (or any time of the year for that

God knows where the morning went – I think a large proportion of it was spent trying to do something on the Internet. The Internet connection is still marginal at best, making even the simple task of opening and replying to emails painstaking. By lunchtime the battle with the World Wide Web was taking its toll on my sanity – it was waging a war of attrition, my economy fast depleting. I decided to go for a run – burn away some of the stress. I’ve run up

It’s a winding road, the one from Senaru to Sembalun. I wouldn’t say is dangerous, but you definitely have to keep your wits about you – it’s narrow in parts, and there’s often random road works with non-existent warning signs on the approach. Cars and small trucks can take up 80% of the road, which makes cornering a bit of a lottery. I’d decided to take my friend to see a new place, and to speak to some of the local guides in the Sembalun area. The place

After the delayed arrival of a friend coming from Surabaya, I’ve finally made it back to Senaru and the office. My prolonged stay in Mataram was a tad boring, but useful at the same time. At the moment Mataram still feels more like a town than a city, but I think this will change in the next few years. New high-rise buildings seem to be springing up everywhere; new hotels, new malls, new Mosques. This may be due to do with the new (and massive) Islamic Centre that's

I came to Mataram for some shopping. Stupidly I forgot most of the shops are shut on Sunday. As I’d never been to Narmada Park, I decided to hop in a cab and take a look. A very brief history! Situated roughly 10km from Mataram in the village of Lembuak, West Lombok, Narmada Park is the legacy of a King. King Anak Agung Gede Ngurah of Mataram built Narmada in 1727 as a place of offering and ceremony, specifically for the Hindu ceremony of Pekelem, which is held at the

Apparently it’s now 2015! Did 2014 “fly-by”? For me, no, it was the longest year in living memory! Hopefully this is a sign I’m getting psychologically younger, rather than living in a state of ennui – that I’m winning the battle that the more antiquated amongst us seem to struggle with! Who knows, who cares. What was important was that the year 2014, in the immortal words of Sinatra “was a very good year”. It was full of new adventures, great times on the mountain, and probably most importantly

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