Frat Bar

Today we had most of the day on Nusa Lembogan.  After breakfast, we walked down to a nearby beach and rented stand up paddle boards.   It was mostly kneel down paddle boards as the water was quite choppy and neither one of us has done this often.  Not too far off from us was the party flotilla.  There are a couple of barges with slides, kayaks, food and drink, banana boat rides, paragliding, snorkelling, etc.  I think it’s a brilliant idea.  Fill a barge with fun water activities and then boats bring tourists out for a day or afternoon of water fun.  I think between that, the fast boats coming in and out as well as a surf break not far from shore, all created the choppy water.  We still had fun hanging out on the boards, standing up when we got to a less choppy area.

Then lunch.  Some days it does seem the only thing there is to do is eat.  I feel like I’ve been eating a lot.  We spent the rest of the afternoon in the pool until it was time to get the 4:00pm fast boat back to Bali.

We are staying in Kuta tonight.  Kuta is supposed to be known for it’s night life.  I haven’t heard anything nice about Kuta, but it’s near the airport and it might be interesting to see this wild night life.  We had a room at the Best Western.  The website I often use to book hotels is Agoda.  They have been great with their ratings, hotel info and ease of booking.  They are a parasite to your email as they send way too many emails so don’t look them up unless you actually mean to book accommodations through them.  Agoda often gives you a mystery accommodation as an option when you are looking things up.  It’s usually 50-80% discounted, but you don’t know which one it is until you book it.  I kept seeing this and passing on it.  This time I looked at the map that showed possible places it could be.  Most of them were on the beach and I knew I couldn’t afford them.  A couple were not on the beach.  But it was one night so I rolled the dice and lost.  We didn’t get a place on the beach, however it was a very high end Best Western and worth way more than we paid.

In the hotel I saw something I haven’t seen since I left the US – wait for it – wait for it – a shower curtain.  What what?  Top sheets on the bed and shower curtains in the bathroom are lost concepts on SE Asia.  This is definitely a high end hotel.

We went to dinner on tourist restaurant row.  It had a Bubba Gump, so that tells you it’s a tourist town.  We found Mexican food that was pretty good.  Then we headed off to the bar district to catch some of this wild nightlife.  Either it’s really low tourist season or I’ve spent way too much time at parties and bars over the years.  This did not live up to the hype, not even close.  Most of the places were blaring music and handing out flyers and drink coupons, but you looked inside and they were empty.  One bar had workers dressed in Hawaiian shirts and grass skirts and had that frat party feeling.  This is the place the clean cut frat boys on vacation flock to.  We decided it would have the better people watching so we sat ourselves down at the bar and I drank our free drinks.  It was good people watching, but by 11:30pm the bar was still fairly empty with only 5 or 6 people on the dance floor and maybe 15 others scattered around a bar that could easily hold a couple hundred.  There may have been more people working there than customers.  Our bartender was funny and looked like the Balinese version of Bruno Mars.  There was a tiny Asian lady with an older white man.  She was dancing and giggling and just having a great time.  That entertained us for quite a time.  There were three rough looking ladies that were dressed in high heels, low cut tops and short skirts standing near the entrance looking so bored.  Our guess is they were working ladies.  Then there were stilt walkers and women in green afro wigs out front trying to convince people walking by that this was the place to be.  The rest of the people in the bar fit the frat boy / sorority girl description.  Just to finalize the whole frat bar experience, they bar tenders had whistles and they put an armband with the bar’s name on it on us.  And half the drinks came in fancy souvenir glasses or had dry ice in them making them all cool and fancy.

As we walked back to the hotel, it didn’t look like many of the other bars we passed were any busier.  Amateurs.

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Diving Again

Got up early today, checked out of the hotel in Ubud and drove back to Sanur.  I had booked diving on Nusa Lembogan, an island nearby.  Our instructions were to drive to the parking lot of a big resort and then someone would meet us there and we would take a fast boat to the island.  That’s almost as vague as the directions I’ve gotten in Thailand for getting a bus.  Ok, it works out in Thailand, it will work out here.  We had a bit of trouble at the gate to the resort.  They kept asking where I was going and I kept telling them the name of the resort and they asked again.  It was really annoying.  Finally, they got to the point that they wanted to charge me to park there.  Fine.  Why didn’t you just say so 5 minutes ago?  The parking lot was big and had lots of vans, busses, cars and motorbikes coming and going.  This was obviously the place people parked to get the boats.  We were early so instead of waiting for someone to come find us we followed the throng of people down a tiny alley barely big enough for two people to pass each other.  It put us on the beach board walk I liked so much when I was in Sanur last week.  There were a bunch of boat companies.  We found the one that was on my email and checked in.  They had our reservation and gave us wristbands to get on the boat.  When we got to the island there was a guy waiting with my name on a sheet of paper.  See, it all worked out, even though it seemed quite vague to begin with.

Diving was good.  We went to the same two dive spots I did before.  I wasn’t thrilled about that, but they were still good.  Carly had trouble on the first dive, Crystal Bay, so it took a while to start the dive.  She got it all the equipment bugs worked out and we were able to do the dive.  But because it took a while we didn’t do the wall and the point I had done before.  So, it was a new dive in a way.  I got to see crabs and cuttle fish amongst other things.  I’m not sure I’ve ever seen cuttle fish before so that was great.  The next dive was Manta Point.  We saw so many manta.  I couldn’t even count.  On the boat, I had told the dive master I saw 3 octopus when I did this dive a couple weeks ago.  We joked that he needed to find 4 and he said he’d find more.  After watching the manta for half the dive we set out to see other things.  We were almost done with the dive when the dive master pointed off in the distance.  I knew it had to be an octopus, but I couldn’t see him. They are masterful at camouflage.  We swam closer and then I saw him.  We watched him change colors and move from one spot to the next.  They the dive master looked at me and held up one finger to count one octopus.  We didn’t see any others.

I sat down with the dive shop manager after diving and we talked about the dive master program.  I got a similar story as the last one.  It’s not impossible to make a living as a dive master, but it will be difficult, especially in Asia.  I’d have to be an instructor to make any money and even then, it won’t be much.  It’s a lifestyle decision, not a monetary decision.  And if I want to make a career of it, it will be difficult.  I don’t want to make a career of it so I more or less have to decide if I want to do it for a year or so just to do it.  The decision isn’t made yet, but it’s not a slam dunk decision either.

We stayed at bungalows next to the dive shop.  The island is pretty small so there wasn’t a ton to do that night, but they did have an outdoor movie theatre.  The movie is free, you just buy food and drink.  So we had dinner there and sat on big bean bag chairs and watched The Beach.  I hadn’t seen a movie since I left Colorado.  I loved the theatre idea.

I am not a videographer and I’m using my phone and I’m on a boat so the videos are not great, but you’ll get the idea.

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Dance

More touristy stuff today.  We drove to see the Elephant Cave Temple.  There are no elephants there, but the entrance to the cave is supposed to look like and elephant.  Some pool time in the afternoon.  It’s so hot here.  I’m really not sure how people live here.  I’m not sure how I’m going to survive the summer in Thailand.  I don’t understand why people love the heat.  Maybe I need to move.

We did get to the dance show tonight.  It was interesting.  I love the music (small example video attached).  There are several types of traditional Balinese Dance.  The one we went to see was Legong.  I got some pictures and video of the dancing, but they came out awful.  The most fascinating part for me was how eye movements are part of the dance.  It’s creepy, but you can’t look away.  As with Thai dancing, the program tells you the story of the dance, but there’s no way you can tell that is the story.  The hands and feet are highly involved in the dance, like Thai.  The facial expressions and eye movements are quite unique to Balinese dancing though.  I found this video on you tube that is much better than mine.  It was taken at the same place so just pretend I took it.

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Monkey Monkey

Today we went to the Monkey Forest.  It was a park you had to pay to get in, but it had some temples and lots of monkeys.  Then in the afternoon we went to Jungle Fish.  This was a little outside of where we were staying so I had to drive the POS.  It was a resort in the jungle with a wonderful pool  and restaurant.  You have to pay 150,000 rupiah ($12) in food and drink and you get to hang out at the pool as long as you want.  Deal.  This evening we got massages and facials.  The people working at the spa were wonderful.  They kept trying to fix me up with one of the guys at the spa.  They were laughing and joking with each other.  It’s so delightful to see people loving each other’s company and the work they do.  I have found most Bali people to be genuine and when they smile it’s real.  In Thailand, the smile is not always real.  This is a nice change in that respect.  We were going to see a traditional dance show, but got there too late.

I finally found out when I have to be back at school.  I have two more weeks instead of one.  I decided to extend my stay in Bali by four days instead of sitting on a beach in Thailand or trying to go to another country.  Then I’m going to go to Singapore for a few days and back to Thailand.  I’ll probably go back to Chaing Mai in Thailand since it’s easy to get to by plane and fairly easy to get to Sam Ngao from there.  A 8-12 hour bus ride from Bangkok again sounds horrible.

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Carly

Today I took the morning off to do some engineering work.  I am grateful that I have some work I can do because I am spending quite a bit of money I don’t have.  I really need to work more than a half day, but that’s all I had for now.  I went to a place that was part coffee shop, co-work space, part restaurant and had a pool.  This is a brilliant concept to me.  I didn’t go in the pool.  By the time it got hot enough to not be able to stand it, I was done with the chunk of work I had.  So, I decided to go back to my hotel pool.  I did the pool then a massage and back to the pool.

My half sister, Carly arrive around dinner time.  I’ve never been traveling with her so this should be fun.  I was adopted and didn’t meet her until I was 34.  We’ve hung out a few times in Denver, but not a lot.  We went to dinner.  The place we went was beautiful.  It was huge and had little dining bungalows all spread out amongst gardens.  If this place was in the US, it would be a real expensive dinner place.  It was only slightly more expensive than any other place I’ve seen in Bali.  We went to an open mike night at a nearby bar to meet up with my friend, but it was so crowded that we couldn’t get a seat at the same table she was at.  We went upstairs instead.  This is where I fell in love.  I fell in love with the lamps they had hanging from the ceiling and over the bar.  Sorry, not the “in love” you were all hoping for.  They were made of fabric, metal and beads.  The light shown through the beads on the top.  Then strings of black with beads on them hung down below the lamp.  It looked as if the beads were tiny stars of lights floating below the lamps.  I took a picture.  It’s not great, but you’ll get the idea.

How do I become a lighting designer?  I think I would love that.

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Ubud

I stayed out too late last night.  The alarm was hard to take this morning.  But, I managed to get up and get breakfast.  I had signed up for a silver smithing class.  I’ve done a couple of college level courses in metal smithing and the guide book talked about Bali jewelry as if it is unique to this part of the world.  I thought it would be fun to learn some new skills and who doesn’t want some new jewelry?  The class wasn’t that great.  They barely let me do any of the work and the “teacher” kept trying to redesign my work.  The examples of types of things we could make didn’t look unique.  I’ve seen similar jewelry everywhere.  I decided to do a wire work piece since I never did wire work in other classes.  The class cost around $30 which is not a bad deal for a new ring and necklace even if I didn’t learn a life changing new skill.

I went to lunch after the class.  One of the things I like about Ubud is you can get a salad!  There are a lot of healthy restaurants here.  Ubud is like a bunch of people from Boulder created a town in Bali.  There are yoga places, vegetarian restaurants and art shops.  There are more guesthouses than tourists even though it’s a town of tourists and expats.  Most of the restaurants have communal tables that are low to the ground and you sit on cushions around them.  I love these.  I sat at one of those and met a couple expats that are just hanging out in Ubud.  How do people afford to just move to another country for a year or two without having to work?  Obviously, I’m doing it wrong.  Then it started to rain.  I didn’t have my computer or book so I didn’t want to hang out and wait for the rain to stop.  I debated how long to wait and gave up and just started walking in the downpour.  At some point, a nice man gave me his extra umbrella.  I saw a spa and gave him his umbrella back and ducked in for a foot massage.  Massages here are almost as cheap as in Thailand, but not quite as good.  This was a pretty good massage and a great way to wait out the rain.

My hotel here is awesome.  It has two pools, beautiful gardens and the people are nice.  After a little pool time, my friend picked me up and we went to an ashram a little outside of town for a yoga class that a friend of hers recommended.  I haven’t done yoga in years.  One cool thing that happened is when we were sitting the instructor had us lean forward and hold our toes.  My initial thought was, I can’t reach my toes.  My hamstrings are always to tight and after not working out for over 7 months, there’s no way.  I could reach my toes.  I have this feeling that losing so much muscle weight lately is actually like a reset.  I’m thinking that a lot of the stuff I’ve been holding in my muscles just left with the weight loss.  Now I can touch my toes.  I have no idea what I was holding in my hamstrings before, but it doesn’t matter, it’s gone.

The yoga class was in an open air pavilion.  At some point it got so hot that I thought I might die.  Then a minute later it rained and I felt a huge relief.  I hadn’t realized I was feeling the humidity build to the breaking point.  Once it started raining, the humidity in the pavilion went down to something more tolerable.  I’ve been thinking I might want to live in Bali next, but I’m not sure I like humidity enough to be able to live here.  It’s so hot and humid.  We had to ride motorbikes in the rain to dinner and back to Ubud.

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Tree Top

Today was another day to drive the POS.  Yay!  I got to drive on the HFS Road again too.  At least it wasn’t raining.  Twice I got stuck behind a slow truck that stopped on a steep hill.  The POS would not go up the hill once stopped.  1st gear was useless.  I had to slide back down the hill both times and start from a less steep place.  Traffic in Bali did not like this plan, but everyone survived.

Since it was a 5 minute detour, I decided to go back to the botanic gardens and do the Tree Top Adventure Park.  They have 7 different ropes type courses.  There are ziplines, hanging bridges, tight ropes, rope nets, tarzan type swinging ropes and a bunch of other challenges in each course.  This is a weird thing to do by yourself.  When you do good on a section of the course, there is no one to cheer you on or say good job.  But, I could go alone or not at all.  Still, it was quite interesting to do an activity that is highly based in “look at me!” by myself.

At some point, I am following a family of 8 and we hear a large rumbling sound like a large truck coming down the road.  There is no large truck.  I ask the guy in front of me what he thinks that is.  As soon as the words left my mouth I knew and he confirmed it was rain.  I saw picnickers off in the distance packing up and running for their cars.  My first thought was “oh no”.  Those of us standing on the platform just stared in disbelief as we watch a giant wall of water come booking it down the street and heading straight for the trees.  For an instant you feel so trapped.  We can’t get down.  We can’t run.  It’s going to rain.  Then it’s a downpour.  We have to keep going on the course and I can’t go fast because of the people in front of me.  The curious thing is this feeling of dread as the rain approached and the desire to hurry up and get out of the rain.  Even if I hurried, I’d still be soaked to the bone.  After about 5 minutes I was completely soaked and the dread had gone away as we all gave in to our fate.  We talked about how we use to run around in the rain on purpose when we were kids.  Why was it so awful now?  Once soaked, it became fun again.  About 20 minutes later I’m off the course.  This is a classic example of not loving what is.  As soon as we saw the rain coming we all complained and dreaded it.  The thought is, it shouldn’t rain when I’m dry.  In the long run it was fun, but only when I was fully soaked and no longer able to hold on to the belief that I should be dry.

The restaurant is packed with people trying to stay out of the rain.  A nice family lets me sit with them as there are no more open tables.  They were delightful and had me laughing all the way through lunch.  After lunch, the rain cleared up.  I decided to do one last course.

There was a big tarzan type rope on the last course that people had to swing from a platform into a rope net and grab the net with both hands.  People were getting crap beat out of them.  There was much screaming.  I decided this did not resemble fun and I would skip that course.  Two stations into the course I did decide to do was a smaller version of this Tarzan rope.  There was a worker at the bottom who tried to talk me through the process.  Then I became possessed by some little girly girl and heard things like “I don’t want to” come out of my mouth.  At first I had to look around to see who said that.  Nope, it was me.  It took me a good 5 minutes to work up the courage to jump.  Who is this little girl that is scared of rain and a tarzan rope.  I was harnessed into the rope so I’m not sure why it was so scary.  It did hurt to slam into the net at the other side.

I arrived in Ubud late in the day, exhausted from the stressful driving.  I went out with a friend that is living in Bali.  We went for dinner and then out to sample the nightlife.  You aren’t missing much if you haven’t seen the Ubud nightlife.

Sorry, no pictures today.

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Tree Top

Yesterday I hired a driver to take me around and see interesting things.  The hotel/villas I’m staying at helped me set it up.  Most of the drive was on part of the Holy Fucking Shit Road that I drove in on a couple days ago.  It was nice to be a passenger in a proper vehicle and for it to not be raining.  By the light of morning, it’s still a scary road.  This time when we rode on the top of the ancient crater, I could actually see the lakes below.  It was so beautiful.

We went to the botanic gardens.  They have a zip line ropes type course there that I wanted to do, but I only had flip flops on and you have to have closed toed shoes.  The gardens were huge.  It was more like a giant park with some gardens here and there inside.  It was big enough that we drove around and then got out to see certain things instead of walking.  One of my favorites was a fern garden.  Since ferns are thought to have been here since prehistoric times, the building that housed some of the ferns was in the shape of a dinosaur.  The gardens were wonderful.

Then we went to a spice market.  At first, I almost said no to the market, but then decided spices would make a good gift to take back to the other teachers at Sam Ngao so we stopped briefly.  Spices are not cheap.

Next was Pura Ulun Danu Beratan, a temple on a lake.  I have seen pictures of this one and was excited to see it.  If you’ve ever seen a picture of a Bali Temple, it was probably this one.  It’s on their 50,000 rupia bill.  It was crowded with people, of course.  It was beautiful to see, although it was not in the middle of nowhere as pictures I’ve seen made it seem.  It was in the lake, but not far off shore.

Then we made our way back up the HFS Road.  I asked if the driver knew of a good place to eat lunch.  He took me to his friend’s place.  It had an eating area overlooking one of the big mountains and the valley below it.  This might be one of the best restaurant views I’ve ever seen.  Then to top it off, there were hundreds of dragon flies buzzing around and very cool breeze.  I was almost cold by the end of lunch.  Such a great feeling after being hot for so long. I’m posting a short video of the dragonflies.

The last stop of the day was the Munduk Waterfall.  Why do all trails to waterfalls go down first?  You want to hike up first, then your reward is a waterfall to cool off in and an easy hike back down.  It doesn’t work that way.  At least it’s not too hot at this altitude (3000-4000 feet).  On the way up we got to one spot where some bugs were calling out so loudly it sounded like a cross between a squeaky swing set and a 5 alarm nuclear melt down.  I’m posting the video just so you can hear the sound.

Then back to the villas.  I just sat by the pool and read the rest of the day.  I sat and talked to a nice lady that works at the villas for a while.  I’m the only one here tonight.  That’s kind of a weird thought.  It seems so deserted.  The really loud frogs from last night are not even making noise tonight.  But, I can hear the tokay off in the distance and there are lots of other sounds of nature out there.

Two nights ago, I looked at flights back to the US thinking I could spend a week with Mom before I had to go back to school.  Flights were over $3,000.  What is going on?  That is ridiculous.  I may never be able to come back.  I battle back and forth between feeling like I should go back and I’m supposed to be here (Asia).  Going back for a week won’t accomplish much anyway.  It’s a more permanent decision, not a temporary, one week decision.  I felt quite at peace most of the day although I haven’t made the decision yet.

Today I had to take the POS up the HFS Road again, part of the way.  It was better than in the rain, but still quite a challenge.  Twice a car in front of me decided to stop on a steep hill.  Twice I had to back down to a less steep portion because it was just to steep to get up in 1st gear from a dead stop.  There’s no way to pass as the road isn’t even 2 lanes wide – more like 1.5 lanes wide.  It’s like if you paved the road to my house and then hit the edges with a jackhammer, and then threw 70 vehicles, 100 motorbikes and 10 dogs on it.

I went back to the botanic gardens to do the Treetop Adventure Park.  It had 7 different courses involving zip lines, rope nets, wooden bridges, swings, and other difficult things to traverse.  I did 3 of the courses.  During the second one, I was behind a big family who was much slower than me so I had to wait a lot.  Then I heard this loud noise like an airplane was coming down the hill.  It was rain.  We watched in horror as it came down the nearby road and picnickers fled to their cars.  There was nothing we could but watch it approach.  There was no way down from the trees except to finish the course we were on.  It dumped and I couldn’t go any faster than the group in front of me.  By the time we finished I was soaked to the bone.  At that point, I no longer care.  There’s something uncomfortable about watching the rain come and the process of getting soaked when you didn’t want to.  But, once the soaking is complete, it’s no longer uncomfortable. Maybe it takes that long to stop thinking “oh no, not rain” or maybe you can’t get any wetter so you give up caring.  I had lunch and when the rain stopped, I did one more course.  This last course had a part where you clipped into a rope and then swung Tarzan like to a large rope net.  Then you had to climb the rope net.  I turned into a girl and decided I didn’t want to do it, but there was no other way down.  The workers below kept encouraging me.  I kept saying “I don’t want to”.  I don’t know this girl.  Who is she?  Where did she come from?  I finally did it and it was ok.

I’m now in Ubud.  Going to dinner with my friend Gwin tonight.  My half sister, Carly gets here in a couple days.  It will be nice to have company.

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Jungle Rice Field

Today I had booked a tour through my hotel.  It didn’t turn out to be a tour so much as it was a 15 year old kid leading me through the jungle to see a waterfall.  I wanted to see the waterfall and some rice terraces and that’s what I got so it was ok that it wasn’t a tour.  The waterfall didn’t seem to have any way to it other than the tiny trail we took and there was no tourist parking lot and no other people so that was cool.  The rest of the walking was beautiful too.

I can’t remember if I wrote about this before or just thought about it.  When I was in Vietnam and got sick, I didn’t want to eat.  Part of it was because everything made me feel bad, but part of it felt like my body wanted to fast.  I’ve never fasted before and I know that if you fast for more than a few days your body starts to heal things and it becomes like a full body reset.  I felt very strongly like my body wanted to reset, but because I was traveling, I felt scared to fast.  Since I didn’t have time to exercise for a few months before I left the US, I haven’t exercised since I moved to Thailand, and I was sick for so long, I’ve lost a lot of weight and it’s mostly muscle.  My arms and legs are super tiny.  For whatever reason, I’m still holding some fat in the belly just in case?  I don’t feel overly concerned about it though.  It kind of feels like a reset, like I’m down to muscle ground zero, and when I start exercising again, I’ll start re-growing muscle from a reset place without all the old stories I use to carry in my muscles.  I’m not sure if that’s even possible, but that’s what it feels like.  I count the tiny walk I did today as the first day of new muscles.

After hiking I went to the pool.  It was sooooo delightfully cold.  I tried to work on lesson plans and some engineering work, but the wifi here is so spotty, I didn’t get as much done as I hoped.  I changed into the room I booked.  It’s huge.  There is a queen bed and a twin in here.  The balcony is bigger than the entire room I had last night.  It overlooks the rice fields and has a rushing creek behind it.  It has a roof that is open where the roof meets the wall so I’ll be one with the bugs again!

I took a class at the hotel in making offerings.  They weave intricate baskets and decorative things out of palm leaves, then put flowers and other things in them and use them as offerings.  It’s like paper cut out snowflakes meets origami.  So, one lady who didn’t speak English tried to teach me how to make them.  Another lady joined in.  If I didn’t get it right immediately, the second lady would take it from me and do it.  I’m not sure if it was really difficult or if they were really bad teachers.  Considering I am quite artistic, I’m going with bad teaching.  It basically became an exercise in watching them make things and then decorating them with flowers.

Now it’s dark and I’m sitting in my giant room.  The amount of things out there calling to each other is ridiculous.  I assume the really loud ones are frogs, but I am not sure.  This is the noisiest place I’ve ever been.  I grew up in Florida on a marshy creek and there was never this much going on at night.  There are at least 20 different bug/frog sounds, the stream behind my room, a cat with a lot to say, random motorbikes, and off in the distance, a gong.  But, so far, no tokay!

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