Oh look, I've been travelling for a year, as this massively misleading map shows (I only visited two of Indonesia's millions of islands, and won't set foot on Borneo until next month).
I was bundled into a plane and exiled from the United Kingdom at 07:20 AM on Saturday 18 September 2010, never to return (for a bit). Like a bird with one wing shorter than the other, I've been heading generally south-east since.
What have I learned?
Yam flavour milkshake, which I used to scoff at when I ate at a Malaysian restaurant in Edinburgh, turns out to be dead nice.
