Heather. Or the life in an Indonesian box

Today i managed to get into the Kerobokan prison, yes...that infamous Hotel K in Bali, and meet Heather. Some of you might recognize her and her story. She was accused of murder 4 years ago. For killing her mother. Upon entry of course they took my phone. So, no pictures. Sorry, guys. The story has…

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Cigarette, ma’am?

Like any responsible human being that is an expat - no, digital nomad, hmm...traveler? Uh! I know! A location-wise undecided creature - i periodically need to do my visa run. Like, every month. For those of you who don't know, there is an option for chaotic people like me when it comes to Indonesian visa.…