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ghostofhyuck · 5 months

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NCT Dream on their honeymoon!

AN: someone requested this one. GASP, THANK U. Mentions of sex lol because what's a honeymoon without sex. (Implied that you two already did it, but the first night meant having sex as a married couple, why am I explaining this jksdfkjsdk)

Mark Lee

Mark would probably take you somewhere in America. Probably LA or Miami, somewhere in the coastal area. Just you two enjoying the beach and spending the day at the carnival or fair land. You two are young lovers enjoying the night life in America! It'll be full of alcohol, giggles, and just spontaneous foodtrip! You two will book an airbnb with the cutest and coziest interior design. Also the first night would probably be more intimate and you two are nervous but at the same time, clumsy because you two wouldn't stop laughing ?? as if you two didn't fucked before lol.

Huang Renjun

Since your wedding with Renjun is during the summer or spring season, he would definitely take you to Japan for the honeymoon. It'll be during the cherry blossom season! It's cute and something about seeing the first bloom makes it exciting for both of you. You two will book a nice expensive hotel room and just spent the duration of the honeymoon sightseeing and of course, taking pictures around cherry blossoms trees. The first night with him is just like the first time you two had sex, but this time, you two are now married and much experienced. So it's much more special!

Lee Jeno

Jeno would take you to Japan too because he knows how much you love the culture there. He'll book a nice traditional house, (for the vibe he said.) and just take you to places like Tokyo Disneyland and Ghibli museum because you're a child at heart! He'll enjoy it too of course! You two also did A LOT of shopping. Also his looks are so exquisite, very tourist husband vibes with the shades and camera. OKAY so the first night with him is VERY much intimate, like you two just sitting in front of each other before you tell him to please take care of you. And he'll just smiles and say the same thing.

Lee Donghyuck

I like to think that you and Haechan probably fucked after your wedding, and that's because you two were so drunk after the reception LOL. But despite having a beach wedding, Haechan will still have a beach destination for your honeymoon. Bali, Palawan maybe. Anyways, you two will book a room in an expensive resort that's overlooking the beach. It's just a honeymoon full of beach activities, playfulness, and just you two being lovey-dovey!! Will kiss you under the sun set at some point. Also the first night will be much more romantic compared when you two were drunk.

Na Jaemin

Jaemin would probably take you to Europe for your honeymoon. Somewhere in Amsterdam or Paris because he's a romantic. Definitely a city tour especially during night where the city's much alive, filled with people and just bustling with noise??? yeah, you two would be holding hands giggling as you two venture out the city. Will also be that photographer husband who takes cute photos of your cute fits. He'll book an expensive hotel room for you two and for the first night, he was very very careful of you, like he was such a gentleman because he wants to show how much he loves you.

Zhong Chenle

Chenle would think that it's fun for you two to stay within each other's comfort place, so he'll probably take you to Shanghai or maybe Singapore city. It'll be city tour too! Since he's very confident with talking with locals, you two will have underrated food trips and just take you to interesting places that he found while canvassing the area. He's the type to hold your hands because you tend to get lost in the crowd. You chose the accommodation, so you found a cute airbnb that suited each other's taste. The first night with him is full of playfulness! Chenle would constantly tease you but it was still lovely nevertheless.

Park Jisung

Jisung would also bring you to Europe because he thinks that the 'honeymoon' vibe is just there. Probably in Rome or Barcelona. You two would book a nice hotel that overlooks the entire city, it was breathtaking when you two entered the room. You two would go sightseeing, try local foods, and just take pictures of each other. Jisung has his arms around your shoulder when you two are walking, and both your outfits coordinate! Also he likes to steal kisses from you. The first night would be romantic Like Jisung prepared EVERYTHING and you just lay there and be pretty for him.

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peachywritess · 2 years

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happiness looks good on you ー knj

☁️ genre: long-term lovers, estabilished relationship, fluff, kind of domestic!au, namjoon being a supportive husband.

☁️ pairings: husband!kim namjoon x artist!female!reader

☁️ warnings: there aren't any, just joonie being husband material, use of pet names such as jagiya, baby, love.

☁️ word count: 1,7k

☁️ author's note: just a small little thing i had in mind, not my best but i really liked writing this, i hope you like it bubs!!<3

Feedbacks are welcomed !

The brush plopped into the water jar, and a few drops of coloured liquid spilt on the wooden surface. Some ended up on your phone which lit up, the lock screen displaying your favourite picture: you and Namjoon holding a white teddy bear he had won at an amusement park. You remembered that day clearly: it was your first anniversary.

You had captured the moment with a polaroid camera Namjoon had bought as a gift, and you still hadn’t figured out how it worked so the shot came out far too bright. However, looking at that picture years later still brought a sense of warmth and nostalgia: you were both so young, inexperienced, and still seeking to understand each other. Seven years had passed since that day, and so many things had happened: your trip to Bali, rescuing two calico cats and naming them Zelda and Esme, your tour of Europe, and then your marriage.

Your house was full of memories and pictures from your numerous adventures like the one in the Italian Alps where you were too scared to cross a suspended bridge, and Namjoon had to carry you for more than a mile. Or the one in the french Blue Coast when he had mistaken tanning oil for sunscreen so you both had pretty bad sunburns for the entire week.

“I told you to buy sunscreen, Joonie - sunscreen!”

“It is! See, huile de bronzage.” He had panicked showing you the little brown bottle.

“It literally means tanning oil, Namjoon Kim!”

A smile shone on your lips ー reminiscing all of the wonderful memories you had made together. You missed his buzz cut, and how his short hair used to tingle your palms: when you were younger, Namjoon let you dye it in different colours. One time, you had opted for pretty pink flowers, and the dye had stayed on for months.

You loved that he couldn't give a damn about other people's judgement - in fact - he would always brag to his hyungs how talented his girlfriend was. Surely, he would let you know.

"Jagiya, you are so talented. Please dye my hair forever!"

You had majored in arts whereas Namjoon had chosen to open up a travel agency. Initially, it was not easy for either of you: you had only each other's support and getting through the month was always difficult.

Namjoon stayed out late to advertise his shop, but despite this he would always stay up all night watching you finalise one of your paintings, making sure to bring you a glass of water about every half hour because "it's important to stay hydrated when you are working hard."

He would try his best to stay awake by telling you about his day, showering you with compliments and then attempting to analyse what you were painting. You would quietly listen to him, some mhmh's and mhh's in response and occasionally interrupt his chatter to tell him to get some rest. Yet each time he reiterated the same phrase: 'I'll stay awake as long as you do, love'.

And so within minutes he would fall asleep on the couch and you would bring a blanket and a pillow for him to be comfortable.

But now, his hair had grown out and you had practically lost the sparks you usually felt when you painted. Finishing a canvas was now something you had to do - and really didn't enjoy at all.

“You have one month, Y/N. Then I will shred the contract to pieces, understood?”

You listened in silence as your boss complained over the phone, her voice a few octaves higher.

“I mean, what happened to you? Do you think I pay lazy and unmotivated people? Our company seeks talent and commitment, and I’m afraid you no longer have any of these requirements.”

You sharply inhaled pinching the bridge of your nose, back resting against the chair as Namjoon stood right behind you, he too in silence. His hands were placed on your shoulders, which he stroked softly.

“I understand, Mrs Han. I am working on a piece at the moment, and I swear that it will be done in less than a month-”

You took all of your courage to speak - that woman truly scared you. Ms Han was the director of the agency you worked for, whose aim was to sell artwork at a premium price. She was a fifty-year-old woman with a passion for belittling her employees and underpaying them.

“No more promises, I don’t care. I just want that piece at the end of this month.” She interrupted you, and you sighed.

Just know that this is your last chance.”

And just like that she hung up, leaving you lost in a limbo of disbelief and terror: you could not afford to lose this job.

Yes, it probably wasn't the best job on the planet, but you hadn't yet realised your dream of opening your own atelier, and this company - although not particularly ethical - was a sure ticket to gaining a small amount of notoriety in the industry.

“Wow, what a bitch.” Namjoon proclaimed breaking the silence and bringing a small smile to your lips.

“Damn right she is.”

You groaned, squinting your eyes shut, before running your hands down your face - in a gesture of sheer exasperation. “I could end her whole career if I wanted to.”

“Then do that, baby. You have nothing to lose, she does.”

You let your head fall back, resting it on the chair, finally meeting your boyfriend's gaze. He was smiling, and his dimples looked so adorable you wanted to squeeze his cheeks.

“Um, probably my job, Joonie?”

“Yeah, that’s a good point.”

Namjoon leaned forward until you were close enough to look directly into his eyes, then left a soft kiss on your forehead. You closed your eyes, savouring that brief moment of tranquillity. His attention then shifted to the canvas in front of you - a few lines of red paint already starting to dry up - and observed it thoroughly without saying a word.

"Do you remember when you accepted the job offer?" He questioned.

"Mhmh, what about it?"

"And do you also remember what you told me?"

You bit your lower lip, scratching your chin with your index finger.

You had said a million, no, a billion things to Namjoon before you signed that contract.

"Um, wish me luck?" You said in a slightly questioning tone, and your husband facepalmed.

With a swift movement, he turned the chair you were sitting on allowing you to look him directly in the eyes. That gesture made you blush and you stared at him with doe eyes.

"No, jagi, not the correct answer." He tilted his head, soft jet-black locks brushing his forehead. "You promised me you wouldn't let them change you."

You were struggling, and that broke his heart.

Namjoon knew you were desperately trying to paint something, anything that would please your boss. He had examined the shift in your brushstrokes from time to time, and they didn’t seem to belong to you. They were abrupt and quick, whereas you always directed them with gentle movements.

He was not seeing you on that canvas, instead, he was seeing a version you had been forced to become.

"Is it worth it, love? Do you want to become a machine for them to make more money?"

You sighed. He was right ー Namjoon was so right.

You had completely forgotten how it felt to make art, you had forgotten how it felt to be free. You had submitted to their rules because they had made empty promises from the start and you had believed them.

Namjoon crouched down, resting his hands on your knees. In that position, the light coming from the window illuminated his face as you gazed at him with pure admiration. He was glowing.

His brown eyes seemed to light up, turning a honey-like amber colour.

"Joonie..." You murmured as your hands gently grabbed his. "I can't lose this job, I just cannot."

"Y/N, you are the best thing to ever happen to me, you know that right?"

His thumbs softly rubbed the back of your hands, something he always did to comfort you. As he stroked he gently drew imaginary shapes like circles, flowers or hearts.

You hummed in response locking eyes with him.

"That's why I want the best for you. I want you to be happy because I can't bear the thought of you ever suffering. And what I truly wish for, is for you to find your love for art again, and-"

"Baby..."

"I don't want you to feel obligated because I swear to you Y/N, I will always support you no matter what," he then grabbed both your hands in his, and brought them to his lips. "but I wish you just left this job."

You smiled when Namjoon placed a gentle kiss on your knuckles. Despite all these years, he had never changed: he was still the same old romantic and you couldn't complain.

"I know, Joonie, but what if I can't find anything? What if... I don't make enough money to open the atelier?"

Namjoon lightly squeezed your hands, his eyes never leaving yours as one hand cupped your cheek, delicately caressing it.

"Jagiya, you are the most talented woman I've ever known, and you can do whatever you wish to do. You inspire me every day."

"I wouldn't even know where to start." You relaxed in his touch, letting out a breath.

The warmth of his hand unexpectedly left your cheek, and that's when you saw him searching for something in the pocket of his jeans.

"Perhaps, you could start with these."

You blinked quickly observing the object your husband was holding before your eyes. You raised your eyebrows in confusion, not understanding why he was showing you a pair of rusty keys.

Then, a wave of realisation hit you.

Namjoon immediately noticed your eyes turning glazy and your mouth opening slightly in an expression of pure wonder. You grabbed the keys with trembling hands and clutched them to your chest, heart racing.

"The place is a bit run down, but I am sure that in a few months, we will manage to make it perfect."

Without wasting a second you threw your arms around his neck, and tears of happiness fell from your eyes. You couldn't believe it: your dream had just come true.

"I love you so much, Joon, I- I can't believe it. I love you!"

Namjoon stroked your hair, unable to resist tearing up with you, holding you close to him. At that moment, all he wished was for time to stand still and remain like that forever.

"I love you too, princess."

Happiness looked so good on you.

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parcequecestnotreprojeeeet · 2 years

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Hi. It’s me, Fanfic Anon #2. I’m back. I wrote a lot over the weekend. I hope you don’t mind haha.

So I wrote this piece (this was the request for a story with Nemo) and another piece (the request for a phone call while he’s away) before we knew definitely she wasn’t on the plane to Bali. The other piece doesn’t fit this trip (and I will send it in later this week), but I was able to tweak a few details in this one to make it a little bit about this marathon diplomatic tour (you’ll see in a minute)… Hope the Kind Anon who requested this piece, you EMT, and everyone else likes it.

"Hi, buddy!" He greeted Nemo who had all but tackled him as soon has he stepped foot back in the Élysée from his trip. "I’ve missed you too!" He laughed as Nemo kept barking, licking at him, trying to make up for the past few days they were apart.

After what seemed like an endless time full of cuddles and petting, Nemo finally settled back down, contented in the fact that his papa was home again. Once he was free to move again, his mind drifted to the other welcome he was looking forward to when he came home, wanting to find her and take her in his arms again, to make up for the time and thousands of miles that they had been separated.

"Where’s maman, huh?" He asked. "Do you wanna go find maman?."

He reached down to give Nemo one last pat before taking off towards the apartment where he hoped his wife was waiting for him, laughing as he felt Nemo continuously nudge his side. "I’m not forgetting about you, buddy, I just really missed her too."

He opened the door to the apartment and heard his wife’s voice, clearly on the phone with someone else, not realizing he’s back. "He’s supposed to be back soon! … He said it was a good trip. … I know, it has been a very long trip."

Rounding the corner into the living room, his heart swelled at the image: his wife curled up on their couch on a video call with their family (he could just make out the sound of his very excited granddaughter). He stood there for a minute, just taking the sight in, taking advantage of the fact she hadn’t noticed his presence yet. God, he’d missed her: her smile, her voice, her eyes, her laugh.

Six days, some of the longest time he’s been away from her since they got married 15 years ago. After they spent so many years long-distance, the swore to themselves they would never be separated again. But sometimes, duty calls, and when he asks so much of her, how can he require this additional sacrifice? It’s better for her if she stays behind on those occasions, even if he feels ripped in two.

He was home now. Finally, he felt like he could breathe again. He just wanted to live in this moment, in this peace for one moment longer.

But Nemo had other ideas and came barging into the room, pouncing on her lap, and startling her. "Hi, Nemo," she laughed when she finally settled back down from the surprise of their lovable, but occasionally chaotic dog throwing himself on her. Looking up, she finally saw him standing there in the entry way of the living room and when she met his eyes, she started beaming.

"I’m guessing from the fact you’re no longer paying attention, he’s back home -" the person on the other end of the line teased, the voice only barely audible to Brigitte, now seemingly in a trance.

"I’m sorry, ma chérie, but -"

"You need to go, I get it. Hi, Manu! Have a good night you two! Love you, maman. Love you, Manu. I’ll talk to you soon,” their daughter called out loudly before hanging up, leaving the two of them to be reunited without a further audience.

"Hi," he greeted with his own matching beaming smile after he heard the disconnecting beep.

"Hi, chéri. Welcome home. I’ve missed you."

"I missed you too."

"I’d get up to kiss you but someone is holding me hostage."

He laughed at that, "Nemo! What are you doing buddy?"

"He’s been very clingy over the last few days."

"Has he?"

"He’s missed you."

"I missed him too."

"And he knows I’ve been sad."

"Why?"

"Because I’ve missed you. Terribly."

"Nemo, buddy, I’m going to need you to move now," he said as he tried to lift their dog out of his wife’s lap, "because that’s my spot."

She laughed at that, especially when he proceeded to straddle her lap, taking the newly vacated space. She leaned forward slightly to kiss him senseless, needing to get closer to him after the last few days apart.

"Welcome home," she whispered, slightly out of breath when they pulled back.

"It’s so good to be back," he replied with a wink before leaning back in for more.

Hellooooo fanfic Anon #2! ❤️

Oh please, you will never hear me complain about your writing too much, on the contrary 😍

Oh my heart! The sweetness of this 🤧 Manu coming home to Nemo and then just watching Brigitte talking on the phone with their family. I melted at the image my mind created 🤧🥰

Neeeemoooo, nooo! But how can you cockblock your hoomans 😂 (me wondering now how many times they actually had to lock Nemo in another room to have their “science studies” 😅🤭)

I always imagine how their reunions are after being apart an entire week. Well, given how they seem to be all around each other during that famous « la fête de la musique » after also a week of absence, we may have an idea 🤭😏

Thank you so much, fanfic Anon! And sorry for the late post! ❤️❤️❤️

#fanfic #fanfic anon 2

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meanderful · 2 years

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Close Encounters

The Home Stretch

Hello family and friends, Helen here, taking back control (eeep, it’s gone all political…), after the recent fantastic takeover by my sister Jo.

Sam and I parted company with Jo when she headed to the international terminal to take her flight back to the UK. With Sam’s ears still playing up, we finally gave up on diving together. So we sent our dive gear back with Jo and decided to try something different for our final ten days in Indonesia.

Sam and I flew north-west, landing in Medan in North Sumatra, the most populous city in Indonesia outside the island of Java. Having been about as far east as you can go in Indonesia just ten days ago when exploring Raja Ampat, we were now pretty much as far west as possible. We spent a couple of days in Medan planning the remainder of our Indonesian trip and wandering around. The city was bedecked with beautiful decorations in honour of the Lunar New Year, with whole streets hung with red lanterns and individual shops erecting lavish displays. On our second night in the hotel, we received a phonecall asking us to answer our room door because the staff “wanted to give us fruit”, where upon doing so two members of staff shyly handed us a red note wishing us a Happy Chinese New Year and two oranges. Adorable!

Photo Above: one of the beautiful displays in honour of the Lunar New Year

Given our love of food, we ended up doing a bit of a gastro-tour—Medan is the first place we’d been in Indonesia with a large Chinese-Indonesian (and therefore often Buddhist) population, so we found that it was incredible for vegetarians and vegans. We saw next to no foreigners, so these food spots were always aimed at locals—in fact, the Chinese-Indonesian owner of one of the vegan restaurants told us the story of visiting Ubud (the alternative yoga and arts town in Bali that we visited in November, which also had a strong vegan food scene) and how, upon walking into a vegan restaurant, he looked around in complete astonishment at the clientele and exclaimed, “where are the Chinese?!”. Given that there were so few foreigners, we were somewhat of a novelty. Case in point, when we stopped by a roadside vegetarian Makasan Padang place (Makasan Padang being a typical Sumatran cuisine, and one of Sam’s favourites from our trip), the staff requested a team photo with us.

Photo Above: veggie Makasan Padang team photo!

Though Sam’s back was slowly improving, it was still causing him a fair amount of pain, so we decided to be fancy people and for the princely sum of about £15 ($19), we bought a day pass to the Marriott hotel spa to have a lovely romantic day relaxing together. We took the lifts all the way up to the spa on the seventeenth floor, our heads full of visions of our romantic day spent chatting away together in the sauna and steam room. What we didn’t account for, however, was the fact that in a Muslim-majority place, the sauna, steam room, and jacuzzi were very definitely gender-divided. So instead, during the morning when there were no men using the facilities, Sam convinced me to cheekily sneak into the men’s facilities. Later, when it got busier, we did our hardcore relaxing separately and periodically met up to swim lengths of the outdoor infinity swimming pool (complete with incredible views across the city) and giggle at the turn of events.

Photo Above: the luxurious infinity swimming pool with a view across Medan

After a couple of days eating and relaxing in Medan, we made the three-hour journey west to the rainforest village of Bukit Lawang, famous as the gateway into the jungle that is home to the Sumatran Orangutans. As the city morphed into tropical countryside, we began passing palm oil plantations, which stretched for miles along the rest of our journey. When we reached the village of Bukit Lawang itself, we were welcomed by someone from our accommodation. He hoisted our large bag onto his shoulders and led us down a small alleyway, then along a dirt track besides a river lined with rickety wooden buildings and across a narrow pedestrian suspension bridge spanning the river. On the other side, we began scaling 270 stairs, climbing high until we reached On the Rocks, our home for the next while. The lodge was nestled right next to the border of the Gunung Leuser National Park, so we picked a small, wooden cabin built into the steep side of the hill, complete with huge balcony overlooking the rainforest and a vast glassy window in the bathroom meaning we had a loo with a spectacular view. That evening, we fell asleep to a vast soundscape of rushing river, buzzing cicadas, and chattering monkeys. When we stepped onto our balcony the next morning, a troupe of Thomas’ leaf monkeys (an endemic species of primate with distinctive black and white facial markings) were climbing the trees a few metres from us and play-squabbling amongst themselves.

Photos Above: the palm oil plantations lining the road; serious porter skills

We spent a couple of days relaxing in the lodge, going for a wander around the village (mostly so that I could gleefully walk back and forth on as many of the rickety bridges as possible for fun), soaking up the stunning views, and relaxing into the lushness of the rainforest sounds, smells, and foliage.

Photo Above: exploring the village

Into the Wild

On our third day there, we each packed a small rucksack and met our trekking group for the next few days up at the lodge’s restaurant. As I’m such a keen bean about all fauna, I had done my ape research beforehand. The word orangutan is, in fact, from the Indonesian, meaning “forest person”. There are three species of orangutan in the world, the Sumatran Orangutans we hoped to see being found only in Sumatra, as their name suggests. They are critically endangered, with only an estimated 14,600 remaining in the wild.

Just before we set out, a shout went up—a short way across the valley, a female orangutan and her adolescent baby were making their slow, swinging way through the trees, the mother sometimes acting as a bridge between two trees for her child to climb across. I was completely entranced by their movement, especially their seemingly outsized arms, which were far longer than their legs—orangutans can’t jump, so they always move through the trees limb to limb. As everyone joked, no need to go on the trek now!

We set off into the jungle. Our On the Rocks team was made up of an extended group—there was Ulf and Zilke, a German couple travelling with their children, Lulu (12) and Alvin (8), who were doing a shorter route than us each day, so had their own two guides, while our immediate group included Magda and Max, a couple from Germany, led by Ling and supported by Bincar. Later it would become apparent why having two guides per group was so important.

Photo Above: our extended trekking group

The trekking started gently, as we followed a trail through the jungle and Ling pointed out interesting things to us—first, the solidified gum from a gum tree, then the pungent smell of orangutans, and then a short while later, some more Thomas’ leaf monkeys who casually came down to the forest floor to check us out. We also came upon the orangutan mother and baby we had seen from the lodge and hung out below them for a while. As we walked, Ling would scan his eyes through the canopy and I could practically see his ears stood on end, so tuned in was he to his surroundings. He would periodically make orangutan noises, the sound of the female sounding like someone doing a loud kiss into the palm of their hand, while the male noise was much more like a deep gruff cough. It turned out that Ling was super experienced, having been guiding in this jungle since 1999, and it was quickly evident how much he loved the forest and how completely at home he was in it.

Photos Above: me gazing up at a huge gum tree; a Thomas' Leaf Monkey; making friends; walking the rainforest trail

Photos Above; the mother and her baby; the mother orangutan's vast armspan

It was not long before we came across our next orangutans. This was a particularly special experience—it was an adult mother with a tiny, scraggly-looking baby clutching the fur on one side of her torso, so newly born that it’s umbilicus still hung from it, swinging in the air as the mother moved. Our guides figured that the baby was merely a day or two old, and we watched as the mother kept gently touching her fingers to her vagina and licking them because she was still bleeding from the birth. While her own fine-haired fur was a vivid russet colour, her baby looked like a pale, wrinkly little Gollum. She seemed completely unfussed by the humans peering up at her and in fact slowly swung her way towards and above us so that she passed within a few metres. I couldn’t stop staring at her, especially her face, which seemed so expressive that it was hard not to anthropomorphise her.

Photos Above: mama orangutan; the mother on the move, her baby clutching her side as she holds the umbilicus; chilling in the tree; inspecting the umbilicus

The second half of the trekking that day became a lot more difficult—Ling and Bincar kept up the calls of “hati hati!” (“take care!”). The terrain was at first steeply uphill and then extremely downhill, so much so that often instead of walking, we had to climb, using lianas or thick tree roots protruding from the soil as handles to help us down. By the time we reached our camp for the evening and rejoined the German family, we all felt ready for a dip in the cool water of the nearby stream. Afterwards we sat around altogether chatting, while the guides and kids carved orangutan faces into small, reddish clay pebbles from the river to create a jungle necklace. Ling handed his first carving over to me as a gift.

Photo Above: Ling carves me an orangutan pendant from a pebble

Our camp was made up of one roofed hut where two cooks had lit several fires to cook our dinner, plus two other roofed structures under which we would sleep for the night. With the leakproof roof, spongy mattress mats, and a large mosquito net hung over myself and Sam, it felt pretty luxurious. As the rain started that evening, we all crowded into one of the huts to be served up a feast of vegetable curry, spiced tofu and tempe, rice, and cooked vegetables. Sam and I had a great time watching the children tell raucous jokes in German—though we mostly couldn’t understand, there was plenty to appreciate in the sheer joyful giggles from the rest of the group. Though I may struggle to sleep in cities with the sound of traffic passing by, it turns out that thunderous rain on a tarp-and-thatch roof does just the trick.

Photos Above: the cooking hut with the rainforest view behind; our bedroom for the night

Face to Face

The next day, we had a nice slow morning. Everyone sat outside, carving more orangutan pendants from pebbles, drinking tea and coffee poured from coconut husk teapots into coconut husk cups, and watching a group of Long-Tailed Macaques low in the trees around us, clearly waiting for us to leave camp before they would trawl the place to check for any leftover goodies. I managed to acquire a leech between my toes, and when I calmly pulled it off and pressed some tissue to the mini wound it had left, I caught several of the guides casting eyes at each other before one asked, was I not afraid? Turned out that they had come to expect a screeching reaction from guests.

Photo Above: a genteel rainforest breakfast

I may be nonplussed by bloodsucking leeches but when we set off trekking, I found I was extremely stiff. Because of Sam’s sore back, I was carrying almost all of our water for the day and so climbing up the steep hill, I felt a bit like a tortoise trying not to swing backwards onto its heavy shell. But after an hour or so and a couple of steep slopes up and down, I had settled back into the rhythm of things. At the top of one hill, we dumped our bags amid the tree roots and paused while Ling wandered a short way away making his usual orangutan noises to see if there was anything in the vicinity. Suddenly we heard him shout “Run, run, take your bags, run!”. We couldn’t tell if he was yelling in excitement or fear nor if he wanted us to run towards him or away. Then he came dashing up to us, shouting that a male orangutan was coming. Though humans rarely experience issues with female adults, male orangutans can be aggressive, especially when patrolling their territory, and to have a large one down on the ground was unusual. We dashed up the opposite hill, just as the big male came sloping into the clearing. Rather than following us, he paused to sit at the base of a tree, simply peering at us, perhaps to get a better scope of the situation. Ling stood well in front of us, communicating clearly about how far away we should stand and how to interpret the male’s behaviour but encouraged us to take photos. He was huge, a male named Jarwao who was at least 40 years old Ling later told us, and he was flanged—meaning he had the iconic orangutan face flaps and bulging throat sack. When I had previously researched this phenomenon, I found out that the current best guess as to their purpose is as a kind of megaphone for the calls that males make as part of declaring their territory. I couldn’t contain my excitement—I had been desperate to see a flanged male and here he was, so huge and powerful that I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. It was barely a minute before he started coming towards us again, his long-muscular arms giving him a formidable presence. Ling held up a huge stick and hit it on the ground—making yourself big and aggressive is an important part of a guide’s role to ensure everyone remains safe. Jarwao didn’t react at all besides simply standing and watching Ling. We all hurriedly walked on, with Ling holding back to create space for us to traverse a steep downhill—he told us that orangutans are extremely fast downhill compared to humans so we trekked all the way down the vast hill before stopping besides a stream for lunch.

Photos Above: Jarwao appears; a quick snapshot with him; he continues to approach; he pauses and watches us for a while

Bincar and Ling made up little paper pouches of precooked noodles for us and then Ling kept watch looking up the hill. We had been sat about eating and chatting for a good ten minutes when Ling jumped up and told us that the male was coming down the hill. As we grabbed our bags, I saw Max look up and heard him say with shock “He’s there!”. I caught a flash of orange not far from us before everyone fled across the shallow river and began clambering up the steep trail on the other side. I was at the back of the group, with only Ling behind me. As I crossed the stream, I turned momentarily and found myself merely 4 metres from Jarwao, just as he arrived at the opposite bank. We locked eyes and I heard Ling shout a few metres to my side, fear in his voice, for me to RUN. I turned and hared it up the hill. Later, when Sam and I were chatting, we worked out that he had looked back down the hill at this very moment to see Ling throw his rucksack on the ground to distract Jarwao. I scrambled up madly and so only saw one snapshot after that: Ling running downstream between me and Jarwao, Jarwao turning to follow him. He yelled some instructions at Bincar—I presume he told him to lead us up the hill and away.

We all raced upwards not saying a word. Bincar swapped places with me so that he was bringing up the rear until we were right at the top and then he led us silently on. Besides my telling the others what had happened at the bottom, no one said a word. My mind kept turning to Ling flinging himself between me and Jarwao and I desperately hoped he was okay.

Shortly, we came to another group taking a rest and told them what had happened. The guides decided that we should leave one of their guides behind to try find Ling while their other guide and Bincar would escort us to camp. We all began climbing downwards. I was madly concentrating—with my old knee injury, I wasn’t the speediest at downhills, but I knew that injuring myself would present everyone with an even bigger problem. After a while, Ling and the other group’s guide caught up with us. I was glad to see Ling in one place, puffing madly on a cigarette and unscathed besides a bruise on one knee from falling over. He told us to keep hurrying though, so we kept moving until we reached our camp besides a large river at the bottom of the valley. Orangutans don’t come down to the river—it’s too dangerous for them to be out in the open—so the guides knew we’d be safe in the camp.

We dumped our bags, changed into our swimsuits, and slid into the eddies at the edge of the river, where the water wasn’t so strong that it would pull us downstream. After our much-needed chilly dip, we began piecing together the events of the afternoon.

Photo Above: Ling with his beautiful rainforest floral arrangement

Ling told us that though he had had many experiences with males over his more than two decades working in the jungle, it had never been like this. Usually males keep a good 15 metres away, and if they do show any aggression, they quickly fall back when faced with his own tactical “display of aggression”. On top of that, Jarwao usually stayed deep in the jungle and had never been seen this far out, a mere two days walk into the forest. Ling had also never seen a male so angry—he told us that after he used his rucksack as a decoy (he managed to grab it when he ran past), he had run in a loop to keep Jarwao away from the group and twice fell over and nearly had him catch hold of his leg. His best guess as to why Jarwao was so angry was that a group had passed by earlier in the day and potentially fed him—although guides occasionally use fruit to distract a male if in real need, simply feeding orangutans is really discouraged as over time it can change their behaviour and cause more aggression. With all this said, once it became apparent that Ling was okay and that everyone was safe, I quickly felt as though we’d had a real adventure. After all, this was nature, Jarwao was a wild animal, and we were blessed to come out unscathed, in large part due to having such an experienced and courageous guide. When I went to bed that night, I thought of Jarwao standing a few metres across the stream from me and how that vivid moment will stick with me for the rest of my life.

I was up earlier than everyone else the next morning and straight into the river for my morning dip. We had another relaxed morning, with a late breakfast then a short walk upstream to a small waterfall with a deep plunge pool, where I sat under the waterfall itself, letting the stream pummel my shoulders with a deep massage. After lunch, we packed up and watched as the guides and cooks created a special raft for us. They tethered together four black inner tubes, two large in the middle and a smaller one either side. Then they took all our bags and cooking stuff, secured them in several layers of thick plastic bagging, and tied them on top of the inflatable rings. Finally, Sam and I got into one of the large rings in the middle, sitting side by side, while Magda and Max sat in the other large tube. Ling, equipped with a long bamboo pole, sat in the front small ring and one of the cooks, also with a long guiding pole, sat in the back small ring, while Bincar perched on the edge next to Magda. And with that, our team set off down the river. It was extremely fun rafting along for a good 45 minutes, Ling and our cook using the poles to keep us from the banks and guide us through the mini rapids. I spent most of the journey either gazing around at the beauty of the rainforest covering the slopes of the valley on either side of us or giggling at the sprays of cold water that hit us whenever we bumped over rapids.

Photos Above: a waterfall massage; beside the river

When we were not too far from arriving back in Bukit Lawang, we pulled up at the riverbank. Our bags were unwrapped and we changed into our hiking gear, looked on by a mother orangutan and her roughly 4-year-old baby sat high in the trees above us. Then Ling led us once again into the forest for our final hike. Safe to say, after three days profusely sweating into our clothes, we all smelt about as strongly as orangutans. We had a fantastic last couple of hours in the rainforest, including seeing another mother, this time with a roughly 1 and a half year old baby, who swung through the branches much more tentatively than the baby we had just seen. As we neared Bukit Lawang, the sounds of the rainforest became punctuated first by a chainsaw, then by music drifting up from the village, and finally, just as we walked back into On the Rocks lodge, the afternoon call to prayer began to sound from the mosque.

Photo Above: the "after trekking" shot—just as well you can't smell us!

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Video Above: a short compilation of our trek, showing footage of trekking itself, the mother orangutan with her newborn baby, and finally the very few seconds of video we got of the large male, Jarwao

Our Final Indo Hurrah

Safe to say, we all headed straight for a shower. That evening, we ate a vast spread with Max and Magda in the On the Rocks restaurant, unpicking our adventures of the last few days.

The next morning, Sam and I packed up, said our goodbyes to our trekking team, who we felt very bonded with after our shared experience, and headed back to Medan.

Sam and I had just one full day left in Indonesia, so we decided to book into a fancy hotel for a final hurrah. In reality, most of the day was spent running errands and drafting up this update but we did manage a short spa session together, a few final excellent Indo meals, quite a few glasses of complimentary wine, and a whole lot of gazing out at the amazing view of the city from our room on the twenty-third floor.

Photo Above: the spectacular view from our hotel room window

But time has a way of rolling ever onwards, and so we packed our bags, headed to the airport, and boarded a plane for Singapore—for our final few days away, we’re visiting friends who moved out here recently. As the plane took off, we both gazed out of the window. Indonesia had been vast and chaotic and humbling, and above all, oh-so good to us.

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MAXi Yamaha Day 2024 Sees Thousands of Participants Across Three Major Cities

JAKARTA – MAXi Yamaha Day 2024 continued its successful journey from its kickoff in Sambas, West Kalimantan, expanding to three vibrant cities: Bandung, Medan, and Banyuwangi. With an impressive turnout of over 1,000 participants last weekend, the event brought together enthusiasts united by their love for adventure and the MAXi Yamaha brand.

An Event Full of Natural Beauty and Adventure

Unique Venues Enhance the Experience

This year’s venues offered stunning natural beauty, from Natural Hill Lembang in Bandung to Lake Lau Kawar in Medan and Mutiara Beach on Tabuhan Island in Banyuwangi. Each location highlighted its unique charm, providing breathtaking landscapes that enriched the camping experience and fueled the adventurous spirit among MAXi Yamaha fans.

"Riding with Yamaha, MAXi Yamaha Day is not just an event; it’s a celebration of community and shared passion among riders," said Rifki Maulana, Public Relations Manager of Yamaha Indonesia Motor Mfg. "We aim to foster a spirit of solidarity and adventure for our customers through our Ride & Camp concept."

Thrilling Routes and Terrain Challenges

The weekend festivities kicked off with exciting departures of touring groups from various points in West Java, North Sumatra, and East Java. Participants embarked on long journeys, covering hundreds of kilometers and passing through picturesque tourist spots perfect for photos.

The winding mountain roads in Bandung and Medan provided an adrenaline rush, showcasing the riders' skills, while participants in Banyuwangi enjoyed longer stretches of coastal tracks under the warm sun and refreshing sea breeze.

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Engaging Activities for All

Upon arriving at their respective venues, participants were met with a lively atmosphere filled with excitement and various activities. Bandung was particularly buzzing, with MAXi Community Journalists joining in the fun aboard their Nmax TURBO motorcycles, embodying the camaraderie among motorcycle enthusiasts.

Activities catered to participants of all ages, including:

Rafting in scenic lakes

Snorkeling adventures in crystal-clear waters

Modification contests showcasing unique bike designs

Lip sync battles that had everyone laughing

Engaging games with quiz prizes

Performances by local artists that added vibrant energy to the event

These activities not only celebrated riding culture but also fostered a sense of community, making for an unforgettable experience.

The Journey Continues

As MAXi Yamaha Day 2024 wraps up, the final leg of the event is set for September 28-29 in Bali. Participants eagerly await more thrilling adventures with friends in this vibrant community. Throughout this journey, the spirit of the MAXi Yamaha community shines through: passion, adventure, and friendship.

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MAXi Yamaha Day 2024 has successfully brought together a diverse group of motorcycle enthusiasts, celebrating their shared love for adventure against the backdrop of Indonesia’s stunning landscapes. With engaging activities and a strong sense of community, the event marks not just a celebration of riding culture but also the bonds forged among riders. The journey continues in Bali, promising even more excitement for all participants.

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A good team comprises experienced travel experts who have extensive knowledge about Bali's culture, history, and attractions. They have personally visited the locations, interacting with locals, and explored the hidden gems. Hence, they, usually professionals of a top agency like Bali Good Day Tour, can create an itinerary for a Bali Full Day Tour that best suits your preferences and interests.

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The Best Places You Have to Visit in Morocco in 2024

Have you ever wondered what Morocco looks like in 2024? Well, let me tell you, it’s really awesome! We’ve welcomed more than 10 million tourists so far this year, and even more are expected in the coming weeks. Morocco is truly one of the best travel destinations in the world, and whether you’re planning to visit alone, with a loved one, or with family and friends, you’re guaranteed to have an amazing experience.

But, if you haven’t been to Morocco yet, you’re probably asking yourself, “What are the best places to visit in Morocco in 2024?” Well, I’m here to give you all the details. So, sit back, relax, and let’s dive into the must-see spots. You won’t want to miss this!

1. Marrakech: The City That Never Sleeps

First up, Marrakech! If you haven’t been to Morocco before, this is a city you have to visit in 2024. It’s alive with energy and colors, and I promise you’ll feel it the moment you step foot there. Marrakech is known for its mix of old and new, with traditional souks and palaces blending with trendy cafés and luxury hotels.

You can’t come to Marrakech and not visit Jemaa el-Fna, the famous square where you’ll find everything from snake charmers to street food that will blow your mind. During the day, it’s all about shopping and exploring. By night, the square transforms into a vibrant place with food stalls and music. Don’t miss out on trying a traditional tagine—it’s something you’ll never forget!

And, of course, if you’re into history and architecture, the Bahia Palace and Koutoubia Mosque are must-see landmarks. Marrakech really has it all.

2. Chefchaouen: Morocco’s Beautiful Blue Town

Next, let’s talk about Chefchaouen. This is one of those places you just have to visit if you love stunning scenery and a relaxed vibe. Chefchaouen is a small town in the Rif Mountains, and what makes it unique is its striking blue buildings. Everywhere you go, it’s like you’re walking through a dream. And believe me, you’ll want to take pictures everywhere!

Chefchaouen is the perfect spot for those looking to unwind and soak in the beauty of Morocco. Wander through the narrow streets, grab a mint tea at a local café, and just enjoy the slower pace of life. If you’re into hiking, you can take a walk up to the Spanish Mosque to get an amazing view of the town below. It’s a bit of a climb, but trust me, it’s worth it!

3. The Sahara Desert: An Unforgettable Experience

Now, you can’t come to Morocco and not visit the Sahara Desert. It’s one of those places that will take your breath away. Whether you’re into adventure or just want to experience something completely different, the Sahara has it all. From camel treks over golden dunes to watching the sun set over the horizon, every moment in the desert feels like magic.

Start your journey from Merzouga, a popular spot for desert tours, and prepare yourself for a night under the stars in a traditional Berber camp. Imagine sitting by a campfire, enjoying local food, and then gazing up at the sky—it’s like nothing you’ve ever experienced before.

If you’re up for more excitement, you can try sandboarding or take a 4×4 tour through the dunes. Whether you’re looking for adventure or peace, the Sahara Desert is a place you’ll remember forever.

4. Fes: A Step Back in Time

For those of you who love history and culture, Fes is the city to visit in 2024. It’s known as Morocco’s cultural capital, and walking through its ancient streets feels like you’ve stepped back in time. Fes is home to the world’s oldest university, Al Quaraouiyine, and it’s a place where tradition is still very much alive.

One of the coolest things to do in Fes is visit the Chouara Tannery, where they’ve been dyeing leather the same way for centuries. It’s a colorful and fascinating experience that you won’t see anywhere else. Plus, Fes is full of markets where you can shop for handcrafted goods, from ceramics to textiles.

The Fes el-Bali Medina, with its winding alleys and historic architecture, is a UNESCO World Heritage site, and trust me, it’s not hard to see why. It’s one of those places that stays with you long after you leave.

5. Essaouira: A Beach Lover’s Paradise

Lastly, if you love the sea, you have to visit Essaouira. This coastal town is the perfect blend of beach life and culture. Whether you want to spend your days relaxing by the ocean or exploring the town’s medina, Essaouira has something for everyone.

The town’s beaches are perfect for windsurfing, kitesurfing, or just soaking up the sun. And when you’re done with the beach, head into the medina for some shopping and delicious seafood. Essaouira is known for its fresh fish, so make sure you try some while you’re there!

With its chilled-out vibe and beautiful scenery, Essaouira is the perfect spot to end your Moroccan adventure.

Morocco Is Waiting for You!

So, there you have it—the best places to visit in Morocco in 2024. Whether you’re exploring the bustling streets of Marrakech, marveling at the blue walls of Chefchaouen, or experiencing the magic of the Sahara, Morocco has something for everyone. Each destination offers its own unique charm and unforgettable experiences.

Morocco is ready for you—are you ready for Morocco? Pack your bags and get ready for the adventure of a lifetime!

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Airfare pain eases as pricing power swings back to passengers

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Airfare pain eases as pricing power swings back to passengers

Angus Whitley | Bloomberg News (TNS) Qantas Airways Ltd., not known for usually offering big discounts, has cut prices more than six times this year. Virgin Australia is averaging at least one fare sale a month. Even Ryanair Holdings Plc, which practically invented affordable European air travel, says flights are getting cheaper. Passengers around the world are winning some respite from the fare madness that followed the pandemic — and further price declines are coming. It’s a partial rebalancing of power from the post-COVID demand surge that gave airlines almost free rein over fares. As travel restrictions lifted and the world rushed to reconnect, prices ballooned for the reduced number of seats that were available. Premium fares reached more than $20,000. Now, falling fares reflect the growing number of international flights on offer, particularly in Asia and Europe, and a traveling public that is increasingly cost conscious. “It’s not just a blip, it’s a global trend,” said James Kavanagh, chief executive officer of leisure at Brisbane-based travel agency Flight Centre Travel Group Ltd. “Airlines certainly don’t have all the power at the moment.” International fares globally fell 6% in the first six months of 2024 from the year-ago period, Flight Centre said. Flights out of Australia were 13% cheaper, while fares to Indonesia — home to Bali, one of Australia’s favorite getaways — slumped 18%, Flight Centre said. Prices will continue to fall as the cost-of-living crisis makes consumers more price-sensitive, Kavanagh said. With under-pressure airlines seeking to fill planes months before departure, there are deals for early bookers, he said, citing 10-day tours to China, including flights and accommodation, on offer for A$999 ($658). Greater Bay Airlines, which flies between Hong Kong and a handful of destinations around Asia, is offering hundreds of return flights for just HK$20 ($2.56) each. Qantas, where fares usually align with its full-service brand, cut the price of more than one million seats on domestic flights to as little as A$109. The snap offer was the airline’s sixth local sale of the year. To be sure, the trend isn’t uniform. Qatar Airways CEO Badr Mohammed Al-Meer, for example, said in an interview that passenger demand was accelerating for the Gulf airline. Related Articles

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