Oddly enough, this was one of the first times I’ve returned to Jakarta without dreading it. Usually, as our plane breaks through the blanket of pollution protecting The Big Durian, it just puts a somber mood in the air to see the sun’s clarity disappear into a smog of acrid brown. This time, however, it was good to be ‘home’. Three weeks in Bali was wonderful – perfectly relaxing, and yet, three weeks of living out of a suitcase doesRead more