After ten years onboard, mostly as a cruise director, I knew yachts. I knew the crew dynamics, the clients, the chaos, and the calm. But nothing quite prepared me for what it would feel like attending my first yacht conference as a sales broker and marketer with no radio in hand, no anchor alarm, and no guest allergies to worry about. And let me tell you: my social battery was flatlining by Day 3.

It was wild, fulfilling, and ridiculously beautiful. But somewhere between the manta rays and the midnight wake-up calls to check on the generator, something shifted. Yes, I went from guiding barefoot luxury expeditions to juggling CRM platforms, Google Analytics, and boat listings. But trust me, it wasn’t just about switching careers. It was about reclaiming my life.

That night, the Banda Sea turned into a watery war zone. The boat rolled violently, and by 2AM, the captain was knocking on my cabin door which happens to be in the bow. He told me gently but firmly: “Sleep in the saloon or on the bridge… in case we need to abandon ship.” What a soothing lullaby.

There’s this quiet occupational hazard when you work at sea: you may not get to say goodbye. You might miss the milestones. The birthdays. The graduations. The funerals.

We had just sailed past Fakfak, and my phone found a sliver of signal. Notifications exploded. Someone had written, “So sorry for your loss,” and I froze. A second later, a call came through. It was my dear friend Anastasia.

If you’d asked me a year ago where I’d end up totally smitten, Serbia wouldn’t have even made the list. Honestly, it wouldn’t have made the preliminary list. I didn’t know much about it, other than something-something Balkans, Nikola Tesla, and that Novak Djokovic is from there. But two weeks after stepping foot in Belgrade, I found myself googling things like “Can foreigners move to Serbia?”

As someone who’s actually done it (multiple times, in fact), I’ve got the inside scoop. I’ll break down where to go, when to go, what to expect, and why you should do it responsibly. Bonus: I’ll throw in a few real, slightly embarrassing stories for free.

When people ask me what the weirdest thing I’ve done at work is, I usually say “Got chased by a goat in East Flores” or “Tried to DJ a beach party with a Bluetooth speaker and a machete.” Swimming with thousands of stingless jellyfish in the middle of nowhere, in lakes you can only access by climbing a jungle-covered cliff in fins, probably wins.

Traveling through Vietnam is like being dropped into a living watercolor painting, equal parts vibrant, chaotic, heartwarming, and spicy. Over one whirlwind week, I made my way from the historic charm of Hanoi to the beachy bliss of Da Nang and finally to the pulsating heartbeat of Ho Chi Minh City. I kayaked through limestone karsts, overpaid at a coconut village, accidentally became a fashion influencer in Hoi An, and got yelled at by airport security about my shoes (more than once).

I glanced up to the bridge, and my captain was already looking straight at me. We made confused eye contact.We scanned every instrument and navigation chart to triple-confirm our position. Depth, speed, GPS, reef maps; everything checked out. No collision. Nothing beneath us. The sea was deep. So what the hell was that?

I didn’t think I’d fall for Hong Kong. Really, I didn’t. I booked the trip on a whim, lured mostly by the sweet, sweet deal on a first-class Emirates flight to Hong Kong (pro tip: it’s the cheapest Emirates First Class route). I was expecting hustle, crowds, humidity, and maybe a decent dim sum or two. But what I got? An unexpectedly soulful city that, dare I say, charmed me more than Singapore.

After years of hopping between coasts, diving coral gardens, and burning through flip-flops, I’ve built my own list of favorites. They’re not necessarily secret. They’re not always glamorous. But they’re the places I keep coming back to, where I’ve had the best swims, the longest sunsets, and the kind of moments that lodge themselves in your memory without asking.

Some people come to Bali to find themselves. I came, dove with manta rays, and realized the ocean is cheaper than therapy.

This is my unfiltered, totally biased, slightly salty take on where to dive, stay, and who to trust with your tank and life underwater.

Whenever I tell people about our coral restoration project in Sanur, they ask: “Amateurs? You guys?” Well, yes, we started with zero experience and a lot of enthusiasm. This Sanur coral restoration story is about how a rag‑tag team paddled, dove, cleaned, and nurtured a coral nursery, turning rubble into reef with the help of experts, locals, and a dose of good old-fashioned grit.

What if we let a child see the reef before it’s gone? If I’ve learned anything from working at sea, it’s that falling in love with the ocean changes you. And I want every child living along Indonesia’s coasts to have the chance to feel that, to laugh through a snorkel, to watch a parrotfish munch coral, to know the sea not as a threat but as a source of joy, identity, and responsibility. Because once you’ve peeked under the surface... You’ll never look at the ocean the same way again.

If you’re picturing a slow, sleepy Komodo dragon lounging on a rock while a group of tourists snaps photos from a safe distance, you’re… partially right. But also very, very wrong.

This is my unfiltered, unboring, and occasionally unhinged guide to one of Indonesia’s wildest destinations.

Bali may be beautiful, but Flores? Flores is wild. It’s the untamed sister in Indonesia’s island family, dramatic volcanoes, tribal villages, endless bends in the road, and scenery that makes you stop mid-sentence. Starting in Labuan Bajo and ending in Maumere, this overland Flores itinerary isn’t just a drive, it’s a story. Whether you’re in a car or, like I did, on a motorbike, you’ll find every day brings a new “wow, is this even real?” moment.

Sailing from Bali to Labuan Bajo is the sweet spot where adventure meets afternoon naps, coral reefs compete with volcano views, and dolphins occasionally crash your morning coffee. I’ve done this route more times than I can count, and every single trip still feels like a highlight reel of Indonesia’s greatest hits, minus the crowds and with way better snacks. This 7-day sailing itinerary is what I usually follow when I guide guests from Bali to Labuan Bajo.

This was a group of longtime friends from Australia, all in their 50s and 60s, coming together for a week of laughter, memories, and top-shelf hydration. They loved nothing more than to pull me into their activities, whether it was charades (which I was somehow always roped into), card games (where I learned poker, badly), or just casual storytelling over sunset wine. And nearly every evening, they’d look at me and say, “Come to dinner with us tonight, yeah?”

I wish I could say this story started with dolphins playing at the bow, a glorious sunrise, or even a strong cup of coffee. But no. It began with a blinking light and the soul-crushing realization that our watermaker had stopped working. Now, if you’ve never worked on a boat before, let me explain: the watermaker is not just “nice to have.” It is the life source. The holy grail.

You’d think being constantly on the move, in exotic places, surrounded by sunsets and turquoise water, would somehow enhance romance. Because it turns out romance doesn't thrive when you’re working 14-hour days, hauling provisions onto a tender, sweating through your fifth uniform of the day, and smiling at guests while simultaneously wondering if your relationship is about to crash harder than your signal.

There are places you visit once and think, “That was lovely,” and then never return. And then there’s Moyo Island, a place I keep coming back to again and again, despite the hundreds of other islands in Indonesia I should be checking off my list. But nope. I find myself rerouting trips just to swing by Moyo.

Let’s get one thing straight: I love my job. I love the ocean, the quirky crew, the salty breeze, the stargazing at anchor. But sometimes… sometimes a guest will say something so baffling, so cosmically unaware, that I seriously consider tying a rope to a coconut and diving overboard for dramatic effect. So grab your imaginary life vest and hold on tight because these are the things guests say that make me want to walk the plank.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve cruised this route, from Ambon to Sorong, across the Banda Sea and through Raja Ampat but every single trip still manages to surprise me. This isn’t your average holiday itinerary. it’s one I’ve fine-tuned over the years, filled with places I genuinely look forward to revisiting, where I’ve watched jaws drop and eyes light up.

Let me just start with this: if you want to feel like a 16th-century spice trader without the scurvy, or like you're starring in your own National Geographic episode (minus the camera crew and the budget), the Banda Sea is it. This pocket of the Indonesian archipelago is so remote, so raw, and so rich in history and biodiversity, that I honestly wonder why people aren’t tripping over themselves to get here.

This is the wild, ash-covered, world-altering story of the Mount Tambora eruption, why it deserves its own Netflix series, and why you should absolutely put this forgotten Indonesian volcano on your travel bucket list. It exploded with the force of 170,000 atomic bombs. But unlike Vesuvius, Krakatoa, or even that time Eyjafjallajökull made headlines for grounding European flights, Mount Tambora barely gets a paragraph in most history books. And I think that’s a crime against geology.

If you’re the kind of traveler who gets hives at the thought of “10 countries in 7 days,” welcome. You’re our people. Indonesia is your people. And this blog post? It's your passport to one of the most sprawling, soul-soothing places on the planet, perfect for slow travel lovers who believe that good things take time… including tan lines, nasi goreng cravings, and friendships forged on the bow of a boat.

Proudly biased, and possibly 80% saltwater at this point. And let me tell you: diving in Indonesia? It ruins you for life (in the best way possible). We’ve got over 17,000 islands sprinkled across the Coral Triangle, which is basically the marine version of Willy Wonka’s factory but wetter, wilder, and with way more fins. Whether you’re into graceful manta rays, psychedelic nudibranchs, or hammerheads that casually photobomb your dive shots, Indonesia delivers.

So, what’s it like to be a woman working on boats in Indonesia? It’s a wild, magical job, and doing it in Indonesia, a country bursting with culture, marine biodiversity, and unpredictable weather, makes it even more interesting. Add the fact that I’m a woman in a very male-heavy industry, and you’ve got a job that’s as layered as a mille crepe cake, with occasional sea spray.

I wasn’t planning to backpack through Southeast Asia with ten Vikings. But as all great stories begin, I met a bunch of Danish guys in Medan, and joined them on a trip to Penang and Koh Lipe. What could possibly go wrong?