It's not so bad. I'm waking up in a few hours, I'm going to work for a while. Old Man Pedro will cook me an awesome meal. I'll drink free drinks and hang out with random people. Night...

I feel low. Here's what a cab driver just did to me...

I asked him 500 times to take me to South Kenton and he didn't have a clue what I was saying. kept saying to me 'kensington??' he kept driving around not having a clue untill he asked me to go into the petrol station for directions. soon as I got out, he drove off with the money I'd given him, leaving me stranded in some town and I didn't have a clue where I was. In 0 degree temperatures.

Fucking cunt. I was left stranded in someplace ages away. I fucking just cried. how could he do that? I jumped on his car as he was driving off and he hit the accellerator and i got flung to the ground, now my hands are cut up.

On the same night that I was feeling shit that all my family are on the other side of the planet come Saturday, but that's mainly my fault.

I don't live, I just float around looking for something good but usually it's just shite. It's 4.30am. Maybe I'm just tired and pissed off.

Some notebale patrons at The Gallery bar-

Big black cokehead guy
Crossword addicted drug dealer guy
Old drunk Spanish guy who tips really well
Managers best friend who always passes out guy
Albanian ganger guy(s)
Total bitch face actor girl
Old drunk Spanish guys old drunk friend who also tips really well
Gay Priest guy
Musician who I thought was cool untill he came onto me the other day guy

Working like a dog, every night. Stupid dishwasher at work shat itself and it seems I'm the replacement. Some guy took got fucked up on drugs and passed out in the kitchen. Closed up at at 1.15am last night and had some drinks after, then shuffled home to watch 'The Descent' and passed out from tiredness. Scored 16 quid in tips for the weekend. Niiiice.

I want to go travelling again alreay. I miss Laos :(

My daily routine now consists of working till midnight (later on weekends) then watching horror movies on on Sky TV till 3am, with beer if I can afford it. Currently watching 'The Dentist'. Up to the part where that model chick gets pwnd. Last night was Robocop. I'm down with that.

London is cool. Highlight so far has to be Indian food at Brick Lane. I'm living on my Brothers floor for the next 3 months, but the rent is only 30 quid. Yes, I'm saying quid now, deal with it. Haven't quite got to the 'crisps' stage yet, and hopefully never will. The weather has been sunny and warm for the past 3 days, though this city feels more like London when it's cold and overcast. Go figure.

Now I must depart for my fortress of solitude (the floor in which I sleep).

Well from Bali I made my way to eastern Java, first stop Gunung Bromo.
Ok, this was a mixed experience. On the one hand, the volcano and
surrounding environment was incredible. I can't wait to get the pictures up.
It was like I was on the moon, man. To reach the crater(which is currently
smoking), you have to walk across a huge sand sea then climb up. It was
simply amazing. As was the motorbike ride I took through Cemuru Lawang, a
village in a massive valley near the volcano.
However, whilst I'll never forget seeing it, I'll also never forget
staying in THE WORLD'S WORST 'HOTEL'. One hint- Don't stay at the Cemurah
Indah hotel if you come. I don't care what the sign said- this was an ex
army barrack, and it had the potato sack for a pillow to show for it.
Shower? Not even one in the whole complex. I bet David Hicks didn't pay ten
bucks a night for the pleasure. Now shitty rooms I can handle- I already
been de-sensitised to that. What I haven't been de-sensitised to is dodgy
villagers leering at me where ever I walk, occasionally being called 'hunny
bunny'. Here's a fact- Eastern Javanese are dodgy, scamming c*nts. A stark
contrast to the Balinese. But anyway, back to the good stuff.

On my way from Bali, I met up with an American bloke and a British girl,
who are travelling together. We met in a road side eatery, though I'm still
pondering as to what the hell I ate. I've pretty much joined in, and we've
been travelling together for a few days. After saving me from the living
hell of Cemurah Indah, and allowing me use of their shower, we made our way
to the city of Yogyakarta in central Java- which is where I'm typing from
right now! After getting in at 10.30pm after a 10 hour ride from Gunung
Bromo, we couldn't wait one second longer for the first Bintang of the
night.
Well, a million Bintangs later, it's 4.30am, we hadn't slept for over 24
hours now, and I'm in love with this city. I do not want to leave- I've made
friends here already, both expats and locals. And the locals are great here-
truly fantastic people. Boo to the annoying French prick who called us
'fucking backpackuers', then passed out in the pub next door. Luckily I've
been hanging out with another French local (there's heaps of them here), and
he's a legend. It doesn't stop here either- the bars are open, well till
4.30am evidently- and this was a Sunday night. Got stuck into it again last
night, so I think it's going to be a regular thing for my stay in the place-
another 3 or 4 days or so.

There's some awesome sights to see around here too- Borobodur and
Prambanan, two massive Hindu and Buddhist temples. Gunung Merapi- an active
volaco, in which you can see the lava flowing.
I'll try to wrap this up, but I must speak of driving, Indonesia style.
I drove for the first time ever today, albiet on a scooter, and I surely
dove in head first. I didn't follow the road rules- BECAUSE THERE AREN'T
ANY. None. You can drive on the opposite side of the road. Drunk. With two
kids hanging off your scooter. Anything you want. I'm actually impressed
that I braved the highway and am here to tell you about it. After the trip,
which was an hour each way, my guide whom was on the back of the scooter
said the tour ended two hours early because I drove too fast. Haha, she is a
damn brave woman, I'll tell you that.

Next stop for me is Kuala Lumpur. Been there already, but it's easy to
get to from Yogya, so I'll spend a night then begin my journey through
southern Thailand, get some snorkelling in, perhaps a party or two,
decompress on the beach after the craziness of Indonesia basically.

Seeya guys.