I woke up around 630am, with some real bad stomach pain. So much so that I stayed in bed all day. I was in and out of sleep and up and down to the bathroom every other 10-20 mins. I drank water, ate some toast, ate an avocado as that has more potassium then a banana.
With the villas being on top of one another and the open bathrooms surrounded by cement I was concerned that everyone could hear me. Then I realized that this happens to many people so why should I care, but when you don’t feel awesome, you at least want to feel comfortable; and that I was not.
I was out in the common area and these 2 girls from Russia come in to stay, I was able to be social for a bit here and there. But there were no comfortable places to really sit so I eventually went back to my room.
I don’t think I even got in the pool, that’s how uncomfortable I was. I went no where and ate only the fruits and toast all day. I went to bed around 7pm.
I share this with you because this is a reality that many people go through when visiting other countries. Not everything is perfect everyday while on holiday.
Staying in Ubud (pronouced oo-bood) has been a beautiful experience. Waking up before the roosters around 5:30 was quite early, as I am still trying to catch up on rest. I went to bed at midnight just being overwhelmed with gratitude and trying to settle in.
When I woke up I went outside to see what it was like, temperature wise. It was humid as it had rained overnight. I went back inside and decided to shower and go for a walk. My mom bought me this citronella body wash and I swear by it. I haven’t had any bug bites since I’ve been here (Thanks Mom). I knew that I wouldn’t catch sunrise because I was slow at moving this morning but I was ok with that. I still wanted to go see a temple in town, called the Water Palace. I wore a long skirt, short sleeve nice shirt and flip flops; Grabbed my backpack and off I was.
The streets of Ubud were silent as I made my way down the street. Women placing their offerings in front of stores or their temples, dogs meandering the streets, shop owners sweeping the store fronts. It was nice, no hustle and bustle yet. I made a few wrong turns, which I was ok with; sooner or later I would get back to where I was staying. I came upon the local farmers market, or just market. It was like what you see in movies (well everything here is like something from the movies, for me), the rain left the streets muddy and trucks and scooters, men and women running around buying selling trading. It was rather large, walking through a maze throughout a building. Some areas I didn’t feel I wanted to go because it looked creepy and dark and musty; so I stayed away. Fruits, vegetables, nuts, meats, flowers; the flowers smelled amazing. I found some watermelon and bought some, being my favorite fruit, for 3k rupiah (.21 USD). I wanted more veggies but I didn’t have a place for them and it was quite overwhelming. So I ate that and meandered.
I found the temple grounds but I am unable to find the entrance. So I walked down the street and found another one that I was able to walk right to. I walk in behind the store fronts and there it is…wow! Breathtaking. It just seemed so organic and unscathed by the world around it. Definitely a place of heaven on earth. I stood there in awe admiring it’s ancient beauty. You are unable to go into any temple without the proper attire. But you can go to the front of the outside of it…if that makes any sense.
I found the river next to this temple and followed it to the stair case that led me down to the river. The water is brown because well I don’t actually know but my guess its muddy and city. Either way, I wanted to walk down there, it looked like a jungle. It was so pretty with nature just pouring into it. I walked down the path for a few minutes when I saw a man doing his laundry in the water. So I turned around as I didn’t want to alarm him and headed back to the house.
Everything was still closed as far as shops and restaurants so it was nice to just window shop and see what everyone was selling without anyone trying to get you to come in. Not that I mind that, but I was really enjoying the stillness of the morning.
I made it back to the main street that the house was on and it looked like a building was on fire. I didn’t see anyone running to it or hear any sirens or anything which I thought was weird. Everyone seemed to think it was normal. It smelled horrible, I walked so fast to try to get away from it. It was coming from some sort of vent in the pavement into the street, I don’t recall if they were sewer drainage’s or something else, but it looked like something else. I make it back to the house and walked inside. Same thing was happening inside the courtyard…I saw Ketut and he tells me that they are fumigating for mosquitos. They do it every so often. I thought that was brilliant, however- doesn’t mean that they aren’t there, just not as many as there would be.
I made it back in time for breakfast. By that time I had sweat so bad that I was literally drenched. I sat down for an amazing breakfast which consisted of a banana pancake (organic)with coconut shaving on top and fruits. I ate everything, it was delicious and I’m not a banana eater.
I decided to jump in the pool to cool off. I meet two great people, Luca from Italy and Alice from Germany. We all hung out and learned about each other. Then went our separate ways. I wanted to take a nap but I had to make arrangements for my travels before I am off to Cambodia. So I figure that out and call my family and by the time that was all done. I was hungry again. So I made my way to the main area and found a place for some more delicious food.
I found a place and sat down. Ordered a chicken avocado salad with fruit, a watermelon water and a baby coconut. I wanted to hydrate as I had sweat out everything earlier in the day. Everything was amazing. As I sat there eating I was pondering what to do next. I had all these things to do back at the house but it was still so early and I had all the time in the world. When I left the restaurant I started the walk home and remembered to go look rings. I saw a shop that I wanted to go to so I went. I was looking for a couple of rings for a couple of fingers. What I found was, me walking out of there with four rings made in Bali by the owners of the store. I left there beaming as they were rings that I absolutely loved.
Walking out of there, now in the mood to shop; even though I need nothing, I went in and tried some clothes on in different places. I didn’t buy anything, I wanted to but I didn’t “love” anything as much as my rings. I’ve learned my lesson over the years to only purchase what you absolutely “love” and so I have been doing just that. I walk out of the last store and I see across the street the Monkey Forest. I laugh, roll my eyes and say, I’m here- lets do this.
For the record, I am not up to par with my photo taking for others Instagram pages. This guy comes up to me and asks me to take a picture of him and his friends, 2 couples. I say sure and proceed to take a couple of pictures. The girls look at them and gave me a fake half smile- more like disgusted look on their faces. I laughed and walked on. Oh these little kids and their aspiring Instagram photos.
Walking through the forest, I was focused more on the architecture than the monkeys. Monkeys are cool until they are not. Gratefully I didn’t have any issues with them but I’ve heard all the stories. It was beautiful to walk through and I am glad I decided to go.
I get back to the house and proceed to get everything done and ready for tomorrow as I was leaving for the treehouse in the morning. That took some time. Trying to pack everything back up, I’m definitely learning what to bring and not to bring. By the time I finish all of that, I’m hungry again! hahaha. The food portions are small and so I eat more often.
I decided to actually do my hair and go find some yummies, after all it is friday the 13th. I found a little spot right on the street and sat down. I ordered chicken curry with white rice and potato somas. Both delicious. While waiting for my food, dude rolls up and sits next to me at the bar. We start chatting it up and he shares his story and I share mine. He gave me plenty of advice about where to go what to do where to stay etc, I asked him a bunch of questions and he gave me a bunch of answers; grateful. We exchanged numbers and went our separate ways.
I got home and everything was finished so I crawled into bed and called it a night around 9pm. I was so grateful to crawl into bed. when I jumped in, I look down and saw that under the sheet was the american flag. I found that to be quite funny and on that note, out I went.