Java is an exotic mix of old and new.
This unspoilt haven for surfers with a thriving local culture also happens to be home to the best hotel in the world.
It's one of the most infamous volcanoes, right up there with Etna and Vesuvius.
Our coeliac kids reached the ages of seven and nine believing croissants tasted like cardboard until we went to Bali.
Crowds, sticky floors; it's best to prepare for the unexpected when arrival or departing at this Bali airport.
I've done shore excursions on cruises before. But never one like this.
Forget your preconceptions about Indonesia's service and efficiency.
It's a smokey, heady scent that fills the Indonesian air; a combination of tropical fruits, grilled chicken, or smokey motorbikes as they roar down the street. While farmers in conical hats work their picturesque rice fields, women sashay through markets in batik sarongs. Outside the cities, gamelan music tinkers from ancient temples, and old forests hum with sounds from exotic critters.