Bali was definitely my favorite part of our trip so far, partly because of Bali itself, but also because of how cool it was to hang with Sara and Jesse--hostesses with the mostesses.
We learned a lot from S&J about what it's really like in Bali--the insider's perspective. They told us about the struggles to form and retain meaningful friendships in Bali. The locals have a different way of thinking about things and the ex-pats are challenging in their own way. A lot of them used to have drug addiction problems, thus they come to Bali, where drug traffickers are given the death penalty. They make it easier for themselves to stay away from drugs by being in a place where drugs are a little harder to come by.
There are almost four million people living on the island of Bali, part of the conglomeration of islands making up Indonesia. Indonesian is the official language of Bali, but most people are bilingual, also speaking Balinese or English. Monica and I had no trouble getting around, as most people spoke English, at least in the tourist areas.
Mon and I ate many fruits that we'd never tried before: Mangosteen, soursop, snake fruit, jack fruit, and durian (in order of my personal preference). It was all very exotic and fun. To put things in perspective, I bet a lot of Balinese would think many of our common fruits are exotic and fun: Pear, blueberries, cherries, etc.
Another first for Monica and I: Bribing a cop. This is just the corrupt nature of Bali ... cops regularly take bribes, both from locals and tourists. Thankfully, S&J had told us about this custom before we got pulled over. Otherwise, we might have been tricked into handing over ALL of our cash. The first time we were pulled over the cop asked us for an international driver's license. We didn't have one, (though if I had thought about it before I left the U.S. I would have stopped by AAA to apply for one). We paid him off with 110,000 rupiahs (about $11 USD). The second time, we pulled into the exit of a parking lot and Monica paid the cop off with only 20,000 rupiahs. Good girl!
We learned that the Balinese do not tend to get angry (ever? or just in public? I don't know). But they think it's humorous when tourists get upset about things. They just smile and laugh. I like this.
|Best airport yet.|
|Finally doing laundry ... "Thrasher" font in da house.|
|"Death penalty for drug traffickers" was written in red on our immigration cards. And I think the definition of trafficker is pretty lenient and all-inclusive.|
|Scarecrows in the rice paddies.|
Monica and I took it easy and really balled it up in Bali. Things are cheap and we really enjoyed the excellent service we received, unlike in most parts of South America. Some hotels let you pay a daily rate to use their pool, so we did that a couple times with a hotel nearby S&J's.
|$3 USD to use a ballin' pool and lounge chairs plus towels.|
|Surf rack for motorbike.|
|In S&J's "gang" (street/lane).|
|Finally. I've been looking for a disco ball alien mohawk helmet for a while now...|
|I still don't know if they understand what this means ... lots of racy/offensive t-shirts and bumper stickers around.|
One day Monica and I went to a touristy beach. The water looked beautiful from afar, but once you got closer you realized it was full of trash. I rented a surfboard, finally caught a wave, looked down at the tip of my board and laughed out loud--a big hunk of plastic was riding the wave with me.
|I found a baby doll leg and a syringe in the debris.|
|Got to frame it right.|
|Popular kites in Bali, pretty cool.|
|Ren in the bed Monica and I slept in at S&J's.|
|Ren in the living/dining room.|
|Our first day renting a motorbike.|
|Gas comes in re-used bottles that once contained Absolute Vodka or other random things.|
|Shot from the bike.|
|She still has room for a few kids, a stove and maybe some boxes of fruit or something.|
|Let's hope they're all graphics, no text.|
|That's it right there. We had to walk through knee-deep water to get to it.|
To go in, we were forced to be blessed with holy water, put a flower behind our ear and some rice on our forehead (and of course make a donation). We walk around the side and it's closed! It was all just a scam ... it's always closed. We soon learned this is just the way Bali is and you have to accept it. It kind of reminds me of the movie Labyrinth when Jennifer Connely's character is finally convinced she's chosen the right door after so much ado, but really she's been duped and gets sent down the hole with the nonsensical talking hands.
|Another smaller temple nearby...|
|Photo shoot with motorbike and rice fields. There's more where this came from...|
Once the weekend hit, the four of us went off to a nice beach called Candi Dasa for some snorkeling and lounging.
You're about to see the funniest s*&t on earth. While stopped at a traffic light/jam in our car, we were approached by a salesperson. He was not selling useful items like water, snacks, or even a souvenir. He was selling gorilla masks. Funny thing is, Jesse told us this was quite common ...
|Hot item in Bali, who knew?|
|Monica hiding from either mosquitoes or the fan breeze. Ha!|
|Pigs roaming around.|
|All made of bamboo.|
|Me on the giant swing.|
|Charlie demonstrating how the soap is cut.|
|Our lil rental car.|
|Chocolate taste test. We tried raw cacao for the first time in our lives. It was actually pretty good. Would this be considered 100% dark chocolate?|
|Helping out in the soap department.|
|Candi (pronounced "chan-dee") Dasa beach.|
|A stone guy wrapped up and prayed to on the beach.|
|Boat infested with our belongings.|
|Great little restaurant surrounded by rice paddies. Best mango juice.|
S&J then took us to probably my favorite place in Bali ... well, besides the waterfall. It was a water palace, called Tirta Gangga ("water river"). We swam in refreshing, clean fresh water in a pool literally built for a king.
|Monica, Jesse and Sara walking on water.|
|Monica peering through the fence to see a Hindu ceremony.|
|This was the view.|
|The king's bathing pool.|
|Monica cleaning off the sticky salt water from the ocean.|
We then went to another "tourist object"--another king's palace nearby. Not nearly as impressive. In hindsight, we probably should have started with this one and ended at Tirta Gangga.
|Nice view of mountains and ocean.|
One day Sara took us to a fabric market, but her favorite store was closed.
|Sara bought this cute pink embroidered belt/sash/head wrap.|
|Making way for the motorbike. Monica and I have a great video taken while we motorbiked along this path.|
One night I went to a traditional dance/music performance. There were about six different acts, and I enjoyed them all. It was female performer night, which was true except for one seemingly male dancer.
|My favorite dance of the night.|
|The guy (?)|
|This little girl was excellent. She showed so much emotion and expression. The musicians smiled at her a lot during her performance.|
When a Hindu baby is born in Bali, the family buries the placenta near the family's temple, thereby choosing where that person will have to pray for the rest of their life. In effect, this keeps Balinese people in Bali for life, since they must habitually pray at their chosen temple. Most of them have no desire to leave--they have a great sense of pride for their homeland. Think about it--they see people from around the world come to visit Bali. There must be something special about it.
S&J told us about a very significant holy day for the Balinese Hindus--Nyepi, the "day of silence." This spring day is a day of silence, meditation and fasting. It's the day that all of the evil spirits gather and pass over Bali. For this reason, everyone stays indoors to hide from the spirits, including non-Hindus and tourists in Bali; I mean everyone. The day before is a huge day of ceremony and celebration, attracting the attention of the evil spirits. Read more about this holiday here. I'm fascinated by it.
|The lush, wet atmosphere covers everything with bright green moss, making everything ancient and mystical.|
|What's the prognosis, doc?|
|One of the sanctuary's employees, smokin' a cig and chillin' with a monkey.|
|Just like a baby human ... suckin' on a foot.|
Monica and I rented a motorbike in Ubud and went up north toward Kintamani. It rained heavily all the way there and was quite windy. Trees and branches were toppling over into the street and it was pretty chaotic. We hung out in this guy's convenience store on the side of the road for a while to let the rain pass over a bit, but he told us it'd been raining for the past three days, so after a while we just continued along on our way.
We stopped at a temple, and both Monica and I were pretty unimpressed. Ruins : Peru = Temples : Bali (/Asia?)
The most interesting thing about this temple to me was that a lot of the sculptures were made of cooled and solidified lava from the nearby volcano.
|Piles of offerings.|
|They like to dress up their statues.|
|I think he has one arm around his lady, two arms giving "thumbs up" and then another left arm. Useful.|
|View from the temple. The volcano is just out of the shot to the right. It's covered by clouds anyway.|
The hot springs were just okay. It was actually just a couple of stone hot tubs that were part of a hotel. It was expensive to get in, the water wasn't really that hot, and the lights and showers didn't work in the bathroom. Overall, kind of a disappointing experience. But fun to get to!
|This is the only photo I took at Goa Gajah, another temple on the outskirts of Ubud. This is a ceremonial bathing pool.|
|View of sunset from the bar.|
|Driving through massive white fog. Jesse stuck his head out the window for a better view.|
|Monica cupping a jackfruit.|
|On the way to the waterfall...|
|Monica swimming in the waterfall.|
|Ants carrying off a worm.|
|See the bird head sculpture on the side of this house? Probably owned by an ex-pat.|
|Monica wanted her very own cacao pod, so Jesse reached out the window and grabbed one.|
Jesse will be participating in an art show just outside of Ubud at the Gaia Gallery, so we stopped at the gallery on our way back to Canggu so he could set up his video projectors. The space is well-designed; it includes an art gallery, villas for guests and even a gelato shop. Yes, we did get some gelato.
|We hung out by the pool while Jesse did his thang.|
|Sara, Jesse and me.|
Thank you, Jesse and Sara, for sharing your home and hearts with us. I'll always have wonderful memories of our time in Bali.