Puttering down the rivers through the rainforests of Central Kalimantan with my daughter, I think of Tim Tams. No, it is not the cravings of a homesick traveller. It is the thought of rainforests felled for palm oil plantations and their inhabitants, our gentle neighbours, the orangutan, orphaned, kidnapped, homeless, massacred. Tim Tams, like chips, Twisties, toothpaste, soap and shampoo – indeed around half of all packaged products that fill our supermarket shelves – cont

Internationally recognised Indonesian poet and writer Putu Oka Sukanta is receiving a life time achievement award at the Ubud Readers'...

Jakarta in July is like the set of BladeRunner. It is the Dry, but it is wet. The skies are grey