No Haggling Mojo

I'm chillaxing (cringe) in Jakarta for a few days. And when I say chillaxing (cringe) I mean it.

I bought 2 books yesterday, I've finished one and I'm halfway through the second. I think I'll be taking them back to swap tomorrow. Sue Grafton, check out her 'Alphabet' series...awesome stuff.

One of the reasons I'm not really going out (apart from the fact that both Bangkok and Jakarta were just a means to an end for me....planes), is that I can feel my haggling mojo is way down. I'm exhausted, knackered, tired of the endless back and forth that goes with buying anything anywhere other than a restaurant or supermarket. It's great fun, don't get me wrong, but phewey!

I'll be hopping on a plane tomorrow evening and heading to Sydney Oz, where I'll be seeing my lovely Linda for the first time in 6 months. Hullo Lindar!

This afternoon I shall be carefully going through my bag and making sure I have nothing hidden that would draw the attention of the radar-possessing, heightened sensitivity brigade that is Aussie customs personnel. I've also scrubbed my shoes clean of Mount Rinjani and Bromo filth, washed and brushed my hair to within an inch of its life, and selected a decent outfit to fly in. All this in the hopes that I won't walk through customs and be pulled aside on account of looking like a parasite-ridden hermit lady. I wouldn't want to suffer the indignity of being rolled in a paddling pool of disinfectant and held in quarantine as a biohazard prior to repatriation.

So....no new pics for this blog entry, unless you'd like me to take some quick shots of the view from my window (of the exterior AC units inside the lightwell), or the bathroom (constantly dripping...but effective shower)?

The next time you hear from me I will (should) be reporting from Sydney. See ya'll soon xxxx