Details Results: From: Highest price:
AMS – Amsterdam Schiphol € 247
To: Lowest price:
CDG – Paris Charles de Gaulle € 94
When: When to buy?
mo 7 July 2014 – mo 14 July 2014 6+ weeks / mo, tu, we, su
Summary I started keeping track of this ticket the 13th of April, 12 weeks up front. The first 6 weeks the prices showed a steady line. After that the prices started to go up and even got to the point that the tickets were 2.5 times more expensive. The best days to buy a ticket to Paris are: Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday and Sunday.
It has been a week ago since me and my friend stayed in London for a couple of days. Besides us visiting some friends we met during our traveling (She went to Thailand, I went to Indonesia), we just love London.
People may think London as this big, touristy stretch of ground with far to much traffic jam and maybe that isn’t completely untrue, but London has so much more to offer that will make you take those few things for granted.
London is a very versatile city. You like visiting museums during your trips? No problem! You don’t even have to pay entrance fees for most of them. You rather stroll around little markets and enjoy shopping? London is your place! How about some nature and quiet times? You got it. London has some beautiful parks and the train brings you to lots of other, less touristy towns and villages where you can enjoy your time away from all the happenings. Oh, and let us not forget about the pubs and nightlife. London isn’t that short of them as well.
As you can see, London offers all kinds of everything; for anyone!
A few days ago I decided to go home earlier than planned. This for various reasons.
The past couple of weeks have been an unforgettable experience with loads of Indonesian adventures. This certainly will not be my last trip. That’s for sure. I remember the flight to Indonesia. I looked ad the screen in the headrest in front of me. At that moment we flew over Calcutta, India. All of a sudden I got this feeling inside me and all kind of thoughts rushing through my head.
“Wow, I have never been this far from home.”
“What am I doing?! To the other side of the world on my own?!”
“What if I don’t meet anyone?!”
After long days filled with temple visits, hiking up volcanoes, jalan jalan, every time being photographed and lots of binteng beer, we finally made it to Bali. After arriving on the island, we got on a bus that brought us to the capital; Denpasar.
Busses aren’t according Dutch standards. First of all, the bus will not depart unless it is all the way occupied. Secondly, the busses don’t have AC, but who needs one? De door of the bus is opened the whole time, even when it is moving. The ride itself also is slightly different. In stead of bus stops, you just let the driver know when you want to get off. Besides that, the bus makes some unforseen stops to see if the bus is OK, the chat with acquaintances and to repair a flat tire. The last one resulted in traffic accident, where a passing car didn’t saw the tire laying on the ground until the last second, in a reflex tried to avoid it and with this action hit a motorcyclist. No-one was harmed, just a little bruise. An hour later we arrived in Denpasar….
After two days exploring Yogyakarta on my own, the British fellow backpacker Sue joined me. With here I would eventually make it all the way to Bali.
First stop; the Borobudur Temple and Prambanan Temple. Our alarm was set at 3 AM. A few hours later, we were standing up in the hills to see the sun rise above the Borobudur Temple, together with 2 dozens of others.
“The sun still has to come …”
“Nah, sun has already set …”
The unexpected, cynical answer said by a British guy. And he was right. It was misty that day, but in the end we were able to enjoy a nice view, make a view nice picture and get to know our new and cynical travelling companion for the rest of Java, Matt.
This is the Indonesian verb, meaning “walking”. A Savior when walking through a street cramped with tuctucs, taxi’s and rickshaws. Some of the drivers lay asleep in very charming poses, including exposed belly and all. The others all ask the same:
“Do you need a ride?”
To make clear you do not need a taxi or any other mean of transport, you just say these two magical words (far more powerful than saying no) and voilá, they won’t ask you again.
After a long walk (think a march walking inside a sauna the size of a city) and after drinking gallons of water and immediately sweat that out again, I decided to jump on a rickshaw for the last part.
Clammy walks, adrenaline kicks on ojeks (motercycles), risking your life when crossing an intersection, going on photos with groups of children making you feel like a celebrity, Jakarta’s nightlife and big discussions about Lychees and Rambutans. This pretty much sums up all adventures in Jakarta. What a great start :)
The words that would be the start of my journey.
The voice kindly but firmly asked me to make my way to the desk as soon as possible. I wondered what was going on. I was on time and had no check-in difficulties. Maybe they already lost my luggage?! I walked to a lady working there and told her that my name was announced. A great way for bypassing the queue for going through the metal detectors and scans.
At the end everything was fine. Turned out my seat had been changed. 37H became 34H with an empty seat next to me as compensation. Great!
Who expected that this week was filled with more hard, little, Indonesian embassy ladies are wrong. This week, in fact, was very ‘smooth’. Even picking up my visa went without a single struggle.
This week was filled with meeting people, the birthday of my aunt, many ‘have fun’-wishes and ‘farewell’-sayings, getting the last bit of stuff (dont forget, sunscreen and lots of mosquito repellent) and a systematic evasion of packing my backpack.
Monday I received a lovely postcard from my 1.5 year old neighbor, Luc with a wonderfull drawing on it. What a great start!
Wednesday morning around 10:30 AM the airplane starts its engines and takes of to Singapore. Here I will hop onto the next plane to Jakarta where I will arrive on Thursday around 8:30 in the morning (3:30 AM Dutch time).
Let’s see, all the important things? Passport: check, ticket: check, money: check, ‘Where’s Wally’: check. Okay, that should do it. Let the journey begin!
My to do list told me that I had to arrange a visa to get into Indonesia. Again something to check from my list. Easier said than done. Let me start at the beginning.
The day it all began. I made an appointment to apply for a visa and filled in the form that was part of it. After having answered all the question and made up half of it, I was ready to go to the appointment on March, 11.
“Date of return. No idea, I’ll just write something down.”