A stopover on the Isle of Dull


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July 29th 2012
Published: September 2nd 2012
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In the morning, we stand next to the freeway trying to flag down a car to take us to Marang. After a few minutes, another foreigner couple arrives, backpacks and all, at the bus stop on the other side. After we give each other the evil eye, an unspoken competition starts of who'll manage to secure a ride first. At least we're not going in the same direction. I remember well the old local ladies in... Read Full Entry



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2nd September 2012

Thanks
Thank you for writing an honest blog. It is so much better to read a travel account where someone speaks his mind, whether you agree with it or not. Otherwise it feels like you are just wasting your time reading someones travel accounts. I like your observations of people. Pretty good.
2nd September 2012

You're welcome!
Thanks for the nice comment, Sam! I much prefer to write a truthful account of my travels, instead of a superficial, embellished version of the actual experience. There's already too many of these floating around. :) Cheers, Jens
3rd September 2012

Say it like you see it...
Definitely agree that blogging the truth about a place is better than the sugar coating, everything is wonderful blogs we read! Sometimes though our telling the truth has let us in for a bit of abuse via comments and messages! Sorry you didn't enjoy Kapas as much as you expected, but those beaches do look lovely! It was on our list of places to go but now we aren't sure whether we will go now as we hate it when we feel like we are 'held hostage' by lack of choice for food and drink. Thanks for the blog.
3rd September 2012

Thanks for reading!
Thanks for the comment, Donna and Neil! I woudn'tr necessarily say Kapas is bad, I guess it all depends on your expectations. If you love lazing around on the beach, then it's probably a good, low-key island for you. I just didn't like the, like you said, being held hostage. It felt a bit like that sometimes. Cheers, Jens

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