posted by Charles H. Russo on Dec 18
A trip to a tropical destination will provoke thoughts of possible dangers and how to deal with them. Among the concerns are safety of food and drinking water, transport systems and the local safety situation. These concerns are compounded worries about local emergency and health services. Expats living in Bali have to deal with these issues on a daily basis, but get a more realistic picture of the way things really are after a while. For a first-time visitor to Bali there are things you can do to help take the risk out of your visit.
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posted by Charles H. Russo on Dec 17
Following last week’s excellent article in Bali Discovery regarding the legality of foreigners buying land in Bali, there follows another related article, this one an interview with a respected notary on the same subject.
This Land is My Land, This Land is Your Land
Interview: Balidiscovery.com Speaks with Rainy Hendriany SH, a Bali-based Notary, About Foreigners Purchasing Land in Bali.
Bali News: This Land is My Land, This Land is Your Land
(9/15/2007) A recent article in balidiscovery.com [Freehold Land Title for Foreigners in Bali: Caveat Emptor] generated many comments from readers seeking to clarify the confusion that surrounds foreign land ownership in Bali, particularly as relates to freehold land ownership. To shed more light on the subject, we recently caught up with a leading Sanur-based Notary, Rainy Hendriany, for the following interview.
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posted by Charles H. Russo on Dec 15
Those making the trip to Mecca or Jerusalem know pretty much what they’re going to find when they arrive. But there are many kinds of pilgrimage, many silly-seeming little dream journeys we’d all like to fulfill. I’ve made a few in my time — to the pacing grounds of Galileo and the tight-hearted brick houses of a youthful D. H. Lawrence — and none of them turn out like I expected. My father’s dream, to seek out an icon of the 60s, didn’t either.
On a drizzly, cold Saturday in March a few years ago, my father, my husband and I were driving in circles, trying to find Woodstock. The roads curved through dripping trees covered in rich green moss. We didn