Blimmin heck! Appreciate the effort in digging that photo up! It doesn’t sound like the same place though.

I’ve done a similar journey in the past and there’s places to stop everywhere. Even in a jungle in north Sulawesi at night, middle of no where, some fella selling durian in a cabin next to a dirt road.

This is covering a few experiences across Indonesia. We stopped at a frozen food shop which had 2 lions in small cages. Stopped at a private collector to see the world’s smallest primate (which I can’t remember the name of now) to find chimpanzees in cages bearly large enough to hold them. Driver stopped at a village which was ravaged by a volcano and people rebuilding their houses, asked if we wanted to stop to take pictures. Asked if we want to visit a wet market selling dog meat. Mid 2000’s, driver asked if we wanted to stop by at the scene of the Bali bombings for photos. Went to a turtle sanctuary to find them baking in bad conditions. Went to a coral reef to find some of the worse plastic pollution I’ve personally seen. Don’t even start me on Jakarta! Although that pace is improving in recent years

Place is crazy. Total lack of consideration for animals and people, unless religion or culture is involved, then the rules are strict. I got in trouble once for handing money over with my left hand.

Totally different to what I’m used to! Place is nuts.

Do you remember where in Indonesia that was? I visited one near Bandung not realising what this coffee actually was. Bit like you I left without trying or buying. The place was a visitor centre and we weren’t allowed to look at the actual farm.

I was in Bandung in Indonesia earlier this year. We visited one of these places not realising what it was. The visitor centre had a bunch of cages which weren’t small but I wouldn’t say large enough for the size of the animal. We asked if we can see the actual farm. He said it was the largest farm so we asked to see it. Nope, not allowed.

They’re also on a strict diet. I wouldn’t be surprised if the ones not on display are force fed.

I have hifiman Sundara and KZ ZS10. Both excellent and great value.

I also liked it. I enjoyed it more than the hobbit movies.

You’re not wrong but I realised my niece doesn’t have that level of responsibility. If there’s a smelly bin she’ll just expect her mum to sort it out or disappear so she doesn’t have to deal with it.

My sister once asked if I could help with the kitchen sink in her house as it was blocked. I started taking waste pipes off and quickly realised there’s a bunch of sardines stuck in one pipe. Her 15 year old daughter had shoved fish down the waste pipe of the sink rather than putting them in the bin. I still can’t understand the logic in her head. Surely it’s more difficult to push fish through the small holes at the bottom of the sink than it is to take 2 steps towards the bin.

Swamy, Slippy, Slappy, Swenson

Like Mary Swanson

I got exactly the same. Firefox on android and in the UK. Perhaps it’s regional.

I just searched the same words and got the same text.

Fat and stupid.

I’m curious, why are you putting the £ symbol after the number and not before?

The hospital provide birth certificates on your country? Here it is the registry office and they do it with the parents present.

Welcome to the fold, brother.

Indeed. Beat it, but at what cost.

My mum beat cancer. She lost parts of her body in the process and chemo changed her physically (her hair and nails never came back the same). It took three years of regular testing to finally be given the “you’re officially cancer free” verdict. Three tense years.

All that said she’s incredibly lucky not only to have beat it but not to have to live with additional medication due to it. I know somebody who lost a lot more and while is alive now needs a lifetime of medication to “put in” what the partial removed organs no longer produce.

I think I saw a video similar to this with a dad and son. Ended up rubbing the peanut jar on the paper or something like that because instructions weren’t specific enough.

This is great. My six year old son likes to play a game called “what’s a sandwich” where we pretend the name sandwich doesn’t exist and we have to explain how it’s made then pretend the chef serves misunderstood dish. He’ll love this picture.

That would have been good!

And at the end you get a list of statistics. Slept X days, X hours on the toilet, could have reached level 60 if only you went for job B. Spent X hours masterbating. Killed 2 people without you or anybody else even realising. Used X KG of plastic.