Greetings from arty Ubud, in Bali, from Tash, Matty, and the spirit of Davie. No, he hasn't popped his clogs in a mushroom cloud just yet, he's merely tangled up in Malaysian / Indonesian red tape, and is right now bothering those nice people at the British Embassy in KL. Turns out you have to have at least six months validity on your passport to enter Indonesia - poor ol' Channon was two months short. Hair was pulled, garments were rent, tears were shed, but we had to face bureaucratic facts - Davie wasn't getting on that plane :-(
So the unlikely pairing of Tash and Matthew arrived bemused and befuddled in a quaint, twee traditional fishing village called Kuta. Hell's bloody cauldron more like - Kuta is a nasty, pushy headache of a place and we skidaddled after a mere 15 hours, most of which were spent sleeping.
After a two hour hunt for breakfast, we were on our way to Ubud. Parsimonious, rupiah-pinching Matt went off to find the impossible - somewhere quiet, clean, low-key but with character all for a price below that of an evening newspaper. And lo and behold, he found it! Even Tash's impossibly high standards were met!!
And so here we sit, Tash and Matt, waiting, in fact pining, for that ol sea dog Channon.
Hurry up, ya twat!!
Matt
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What a [non] start to your adventure! Poor Davie... well, as long as he's not in prison then I guess it's a turn up for the books! Sheesh, we knew he might not make it *back* but I didn't think he'd have problems getting there... Hope you get your third musketeer back soon. Keep us posted!
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