PLN received Rp 4.8 trillion (US$ 506 million), that was one of the headlines i woke up to this week. A number of questions went through my mind,

1. what the hell happened to the $658 something million that the world bank ‘donated’ to supposedly this very same project?
2. why are the 4 largest banks in Indonesia effectively bailing out PLN, and not taking advantage of this to privatize the power industry in Indonesia?
3. How much does it cost to make a power station?
4. where’s the cat!

the following is a extract from bali discovery…

In an effort to reduce the carnage on Bali’s roadways, the Bali Traffic Police are requiring that motorcycles travel at all times with their headlights on.

November has come and gone, and New years eve is fast approaching, which means a couple of things; Firstly Most of the seasonal jet set have wondered back to the slopes of Europe or Canada, secondly its time to earn some money and finally the rain is due.

While the current culling of Bali street dogs is all ready hitting the news here I still feel like I need to draw some attention to the execution of what in theory is a much needed plan. For example there has been a pile of culled dogs, numbering 50+, in Denpasar for over 5 days now. This is one of the most horrible sites I have ever seen in Bali and putting aside the animal lover in me, the contagious disease aspect should be more than enough intensive for someone to collect and dispose of these poor animals correctly.

Living in Kuta has its advantages and drawbacks. Advantage – there is always someone ready to sink a couple of beers.  Negative – the school I volunteer at is way out the back of petitenget, and although it only takes me 30 min or so to get there the drive is made hair raising by other motorists! Advantage – Kuta beach is within walking distance. Negative – currently the powers that be have decided in their infinite wisdom, to dig up most of jl Seminyak, causing some really horrid traffic jams, meaning everywhere else is an hour away!

I wake up early most mornings, push the cat off my face stumble downstairs and feed her, turn the kettle on, and stumble into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Unfortunately its at about this time that I catch the reflection of the top half of my body. Even looking through the sleep in the corner of my eyes I am painfully aware that 30 is not that far away and I no longer have the body I used to take for granted.