“Frankly, I’m not that impressed,” I say, waddling over the prickly roc
Bluer than the sky, bluer than the ocean, bluer than the namesake tropical cocktail.
Everything that could go wrong on our trip to the Jatiluwih rice terraces did go wrong.
I’ve been bitten by mosquitos, flies, and bugs.
I can’t believe it.
If I was wearing flip flops, I’d be dead by now.
