Three years or so ago I tried to visit Bali to do practice, but then the first bombings happened and it became impossible to get travel insurance, putting the kybosh on my trip.

This year I was luckier. Despite last years' bombing and some countries still having a travel warning against visiting Indonesia, I was able to go and do the two week workshop in Ubud with Dena. We stayed at Ananda Cottages a little way out of town. Our Shala was at the bottom of the grounds looking out onto beautiful green rice paddies, with ducks quacking away each morning as we did our practice. Twenty five of us from all over the world including UK, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, Chile and Sweden all here to learn from one of the worlds best teachers. For 3 hours each morning and also a few afternoons we learned. Dena is very observant and makes small but highly significant changes to our postures, my Urdva Dhanurasana (Backbend) came on wonderfully.

I came mainly for yoga, but it would be a shame to travel the 7,755 miles from home (my ever handy GPS told me how far I had come) and not see something of this lovely island. One day a group of us set out to go Buddha hunting. Kiwi Julie has a new house and wanted a stone Buddha for her back garden, so we drove to a road full of stone carving places, where the choice of available Buddha's was overwhelming. The ironic thing was that it cost her more to ship him back to New Zealand than her Buddha cost. She is now waiting for the knock at the door, though think she will need some assistance to move the one metre high carving when he arrives.

Another day I went up to Danau Bratan in the north of the island to see the very picturesque temples, which are set on little islands in the lake. This is picture postcard Bali, and despite its popularity there were not that many people there. We also stopped at the Botanical Gardens for a wander round, but it was the wrong time of year for the orchids and the cactus house was locked up.

Ubud has lots to offer as well, the Monkey Forest has to be seen, if only for the silly tourists waving around bunches of bananas, being chased by the Macaque monkeys who know a free lunch when they see one. I saw an Aussie tourist try to hide a bunch in her rucksack only for an eagle eyed monkey to spot them and liberate them!

The town has lots of shops to wander round, including a few that sell very cheap cd's and dvd's. And when you get hungry Tutmak or the Bali Buddha are excellent, the Bali Buddha doubles as a health food shop that sells cakes and other goodies, the granola is to die for to the extent that I even carted two bags back home with me. A couple of afternoons we went on guided walks with Dena's husband Jack, out into the rice paddies that surround Ubud. Beautiful scenery with the palm trees being reflected in the water of the paddies in the late afternoon sunshine. Locals would shin up trees to pick coconuts for us and local artists would sell their works.

Bali is extremely cheap, to travel around, to eat and for souvenirs. The only downsides were the amount of mangy dogs and the constant harassment when wandering around town of people wanting to be your taxi drive, guide etc which gets very tiring.

Back at Ananda I enjoyed my practice, my back opened, my shoulders dropped and my mind was rested. Massage after practice each day, had un-knotted my shoulders. Calm, balance and contentment had returned.

The World's Ten Most Corrupt Leaders

• The term 'most corrupt leader' is defined as former political leaders who have been accused of embezzling the most funds from their countries over the past two decades.
• All sums are estimates of alleged embezzlement and appear in U.S. dollars.

Source: Transparency International Global Corruption Report 2004.

If you are going to go on budget holidays, but you’re well past using Greyhound as a single mean of travelling, finding good, but inexpensive lodging on the course of your travels may become a problem.

Those who found themselves sleeping in creepy dark closets that were advertised as “sunny inexpensive apartments” know that problem very well.

Fortunately finding good, but inexpensive lodging is still possible and in most cases it’s not even difficult. There are three main ways in which you can get it: Internet search, tourist boards and gossip.

Internet searches are the easiest and the most common method is just to go online and search for the hotels or hostels in the area. The best way is, however, not to use any search engine, but go for some dedicated lodging directory (in every even remotely popular holiday destinations there is at least one such website) and browse it carefully, looking for the cheapest offers. The strong point of this method is the fact that in most cases you will be able to see some reliable customers’ reviews. They will tell you more about general ambiance and quality of the place than anything else. What’s more, all the information you need are at the same website, saving you a lot of time and nerves.

“Rumor has it” – if for any reason you can’t find the information you need on the Internet, you can turn to your friends and workmates. Maybe someone has heard about a good lodging in the area or has even been there. While such information is usually somewhat outdated, they may be found helpful.

Tourist boards – when you are out of ideas, the last thing you can do is to contact the local tourist board. They will surely have the list of lodgings in their area and probably will be able to give you the contact information. In most cases being a member of a local tourist board gives a hotel some level or reliability – they will need to keep some standards or they risk being kicked off the board.

Mac has not been very well but is still e-mailing strong. Here are some of Mac's post war reminiscences about Guam. But first, here are some pictures paying homage to Mac, recognising all the e-mails he has sent the Beetle and how much he has contributed to the Globetrotter e-newsletter. From top left, going clock wise: Mac meeting Prince Charles when the Prince came to Washington earlier in 2006, next Mac's usual photo, then a more relaxed picture of Mac on an outing, and finally, Mac during WW2.

Guam: hafa adai – translation – it is raining again on Guam. Actually this is Guam's equivalent to Hawaii's greeting: aloha. Guam is 5,200 miles from San Francisco, 3,300 miles from Honolulu, 1,500 miles from Manila and 1,300 miles from Yokohama and eight hundred miles from the equator. It is kind of in the middle of nowhere. Now when you consider that Guam is only thirty miles long and eight miles wide at the widest, I am amazed our navigator found this little speck in this big ocean especially as there was a rumour that the navigator navigated by wetting his finder and holding it to the wind. Guam was the first and only US territory to be occupied by Japanese during World War II. The island was liberated in Aug 1944.

When I saw a sign in the Quonset hut terminal at Agana that read: “Those desiring transportation to Saipan report to the information desk,” I knew I was the South Pacific. We sped thorough Tote Village, Mong Mong, then Agana (pronounced (uh=gan-yuh) then past Tamuning, Dedeedo Village, Marbo there is an Armed Services PX, Magsaysay Village, Yigo and through the gates of Andersen AFB. (The Air Force Base is at one end of the island and the Navy Base is at other end of the island. There is a steady stream of traffic between the two as the Air Force thinks the Navy has better PX (Post Exchange – the place on a military base where you can buy everything from boots to baseballs) and the Navy thinks the Air Force has a better PX.

One of the attractions for a Guamanian to be in the service and stationed in Guam is that they can buy food in the commissary. The Guamanians in the service bought not only for themselves but for their relatives. It was only after I had been here a while that I understood the reason for the sign in commissary that read “Only eight chickens per person” I used to collect signs. Not the signs themselves but what was written on signs around the world as I am easily amused.

One of the Guamanians I worked with told me that when he got mad at his wife that instead of hitting her he goes out and hits his car. I noticed his car was kind of beat up but they all were there. They called a jeep a Guamanian Cadillac. We had an open air theatre we called the “Rain In” and some called the “Swim In”. Actually its name was “Sky View”. We even had a soft freeze ice cream stand where milk was brought over in powdered form and then recombined there. This stand opened at six thirty in the morning and at that time there was already a line waiting in the heat to get ice cream.

After a three week visit as a civilian at home I left McCool Junction, Nebraska once more in kind of a hurry. It was 27th Oct 1959. This was not by request of the sheriff but due to the urgencies of the service so packed in a hurry for Guam I packed overcoat, winter underwear and arrived in Guam sweating in my winter uniform.

My house was a three storied cement typhoon proof building with a balcony on both sides of the room. There were two doors on each side of room leading to balcony with three louvres instead of windows (wooden slats that can be opened and shut) so there is a lot of ventilation. When I checked in the commander told me to get some sleep after the long trip. Instead I decided to hitch hike around the island and see what it looked like. The guys in barracks told me to be sure and close the louvres before I took off. I was so anxious to see island that I forgot and it rained in on all the beds. It has only been recently that some of them have been speaking to me. Ha!

Each village had a religious festival that lasted two days on their villages feast day. Every house in town is open house then. Most of the cooking is done outside in a shed A Guamanian who had been in American military before he lost his leg picked me up hitch hiking and took me to his house where there was a christening. The host and hostess had been up since one o'clock preparing the pig and food. The baby was named Melchoir as he was born on the 6th of Jan and that is the Feast of The Three Men one of them named Melchoir. The other two were named Wilfred and Ivan. Tired from trip and without much sleep the drinks put me out. My host and friends put me in their car to take be back to the base. I woke up on way back and saw all these dark faces and forgetting I was in Guam wondered where in the hell I was and what I was doing there.

My new friends saw my puzzled look and told me what had happened and they invited me to visit them anytime I had time off. I would not have invited myself back but the Guamanians were very hospitable and liked the military.

A Guamanian lad with white shining teeth came up to me and took me around the different stand under the roofed market shed. He would say “this is winged beans” like our stringed beans but with four fins on each side, grown only on Guam. This is betel nut (a mild narcotic used in Indo China and that part of the world. I had seen it used in Thailand. It stains their teeth and lips. Women as well as men chewed it in the floating markets in Thailand)

We then came to a little girl about the same age as the lad and he said “this is Palau”. Palau is an island in the Carolinas and the little girl was from there. Everyone laughed including the little girl at the little boys joke. At one of the festivals I had coconut crabs. They are very like big lobsters in appearance but are difficult to find and are considered a delicacy. They are sometimes found in caves (along with Japanese soldiers that were still hiding there and did not know the war was over.)

They had a beer made from sprouts of coconut. It is called Tuba. I said the ex Guamanian GI that had picked me up the first day hitch hiking had a wooden leg. Rereading my diary notes, I see he was actually from Saipan. He had been in the Korean war and had a disability pension. He was hit in the groin and had an artificial sack for a bladder. He got $400 a month pension and had commissary privileges plus what he made from his boat fishing. They lived in the village of Toto. He had a doll of a little Guamanian wife. They lived in a Quonset hut but were building a new home.

For one meal when I visited and I did often, they had pork chops from the commissary, winged beans and rice. She was so glad I liked rice (and I do as it tasted better than our rice in the States or maybe it is my imagination.) They had two of his brother's children living with them island of Rota as Rota has no school. Students there went to a Catholic school and wore uniforms. Franciscan Capuchin Fathers were stationed in Guam.

The Diaz (another Guamanian family) had a different version of how Guam got its name. They said it was the Queen of England that gave them her name as she knew how embarrassing it was to be called the Island of Thieves. When Magellan landed, the natives swam out to the ship and took everything they could get their hands on so Magellan referred to the island as The Island of Thieves. Some Guamanians told me that the Guamanians had wanted to trade food for what they took but Magellan did not understand. We got Guam in kind of a sneaky way; during the Spanish American War one of our battleships came into the harb our and fired a shot at the Spanish f ort. The shot missed the Fort (that is the Navy for you) and the Spanish thought we were firing a salute. They had no gun powder to return the salute so they sent a messenger to try to find some powder. Embarrassing moments followed as the US troops landed and declared the island captured. I followed some years later.

If you would like to get in touch with Mac, he is happy to correspond by e-mail when he is well. His e-mail address is: <a macsan400@yahoo.com

You've heard it before, whether on a bus or a train, you'll soon be able to hear “hi, I'm on the plane” as people shout into their mobile phones; our friends Ryanair have announced a deal with communications joint venture OnAir to fit its aircraft with technology to allow passengers to use their mobile phones on planes. Another money spinning venture, Ryanair's entire fleet of Boeing 737 aircraft will allow passengers to call, text and email using their mobile phones, BlackBerrys and Treos by the beginning mid-2007. Rates are said to ” mirror international roaming charges.” Ryanair are still looking to introduce in-flight internet games and gambling.

As if Ryanair aren't proving 'no frills' to the extreme, they are now charging passengers for checking in baggage before flights. The charge for each item of luggage going in the hold is now £5 – £2.50 if notified before the day of travel. Ryanair justified this by saying that it was introducing the charge in an effort to reduce queues and airport handling costs. It said passengers carrying only hand luggage would avoid the extra fee and be able to check in online – reducing their overall ticket price by 9%. Earlier this year Ryanair said it hoped to encourage more people to travel on its flights with just hand luggage. “We have to be more creative as to how we tackle costs,” Ryanair chief executive Michael O'Leary said in January. Reducing airport and handling costs would also save Ryanair more than £20m over the current financial year, the company said.

Ever tried to buy one of the dirt cheap Ryanair tickets, only to find that your inside leg measurement isn't 31 ½ inches, you weren't born on 23rd April and your name doesn't begin with M?

Back in May, Ryanair was reprimanded by the UK's Advertising Standard Authority (ASA) over a “free tickets” offer. Ryanair advertised three million free tickets, as long as passengers paid taxes and other charges. The ASA said the advert misled, because the free ticket offer did not apply on Fridays and at some peak travel times. Ryanair argued back saying the advert was not misleading, as it stated the offer excluded major sporting events and holiday periods. Nevertheless, the ASA concluded the advert was “misleading” and told the firm to make clear “all significant exclusions to offers in the small print of future advertising”.