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Bali Day 12

I was feeling so much better. I didn’t have as many cramps but I was bloated. I took some Acidil and left it alone. I was still kinda nervous about leaving. I ate some toast and avocado and more fruit.

I hung out mostly in the pool and in the common area. It was around 1pm when I started to get real hungry and again I wasn’t ready to leave yet so I tried to order off of gojek food, basically like uber eats. I was able to order food from the first night I was here, Nonii’s. I was happy about that. I may have waited up to an hour or so which I was fine because it didn’t require me to leave.

As it arrives I get so excited and open it up straight away. Delicious chicken satay and a salad. I don’t know why but I feel like the salads here are so much better then the US. I rarely eat salads in the US but on occasion I will. I found myself eating more salads here for sure. Maybe it has to do with the temperature and no pesticides.

As I enjoy my delicious meal, a new face pops in. His name is Arik and he is from Hawaii. He is also on his first big solo trip, so we immediately hit it off. We made plans for dinner and went our separate ways. I continued with the pool and the common area all day.

7pm came around we decided to walk to a café that Phillip had told us about. It was quite the walk but it’s so much better to walk with someone at night. Up until this point the only place I’ve walked around at night was in Ubud, at the Gio Vanda house. I felt comfortable walking around by myself there. Not so much anywhere else I’ve landed thus far, at night. I did go to Kuta for dinner but I had a gojek drop me off where I was meeting my friend. Then we walked together back to the main road.

The café we were going to closed about 10 mins prior so we kept walking. The street was so dark, thanks mom…for my flashlight (that thing has come in handy everywhere I’ve stayed so far. I am really appreciative for it). We were able to see the dogs lying on the street so we could avoid them just in case. Then we had to walk through a dirt road so we were able to see all the puddles. We finally make it back to the main street and find an Italian restaurant that was open. It was the first spot. We decided to do it. We sat down outside and relaxed.

My stomach had been doing great all day, I was stoked. I ordered a salad because it sounded so good again, after all it had been so hot all day it seemed so refreshing especially paired with watermelon juice. He ordered a pasta dish that he said was really good.

This was taken on our way back from dinner. Neverland, club that was closed due to covid-19. So many awesome graffiti artists around Bali. This just happened to be all in the same place.

We got up to leave and not even a minute after we began our walk back it started pouring. Not really sure how far away we were but we passed the grocery store that I had gone to the other day. Crossing the streets were challenging on the main roads. It was like frogger trying to cross, but we made it unscathed. By the time we got back everything I was wearing was soaked. We stayed up for about 30 mins and went our separate ways once again; and to bed I went.

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Bali Day 9

I woke up and rolled out of bed. I was planning on hanging out till noon at the hotel before check out but I ended up getting a bug, as in lets go. I emailed my new place of stay in Canggu and asked if I can check in sooner. They said absolutely.

I realized my back was out of alignment and was hurting, you know the one, lower back stiff can’t bend. Yep that one. I said to self nope, we are not babying you we are going to stretch and keep moving. The reason it was hurting is a couple of different reasons. 1. due to eating leftovers, causing an undesirable outcome. 2. from the spiritual aspect of no security. I am in a beautiful place and moving one day at a time and living in the complete unknown. So my body is reacting. My body loves to be stable, however we are in times where stability is only in your faith.

I jump in the pool to help my body stretch out, got out and went for my last breakfast there. It was a breakfast buffet of deliciousness. Of course it doesn’t come near the Wavi Treehouse but I can not compare that place with anything.

I get back to the room and hang out for a while, making sure everything is packed, I talk to my dad for some time and decide it’s time. I contact Gojek and make my way out.

The drive to Canggu was a lot shorter than I anticipated and the driver said because no one is here. I disagreed as I saw many motor bikes on the streets. We laughed. We found the address and my driver was unable to make it down the tiny road. So we grabbed my belongings and walked the rest of the way.

The Umah Bamboo Canggu is tucked away on this little property with 9 little huts. Equipped with a bed on the bamboo floor, 1 cabinet, and the bathroom. Everything is so low to the ground here and with my back feeling the way it does…geez. Cute villa, smells like bamboo because the entire place is made from bamboo.

I put all my stuff away and saw 2 guys at the kitchen and 2 girls at the pool. The girls spoke another language and the guys both spoke English. Grateful I was able to communicate with someone. lol. We introduced one another and talked about our current situation. Everyone who is a foreigner is in the same boat. It feels so good that there is quite a lot of us.

I got here around 930am. by the time I finished laundry and jumped in the pool it was 11. I remember looking at my phone and being like holy cow its so early still. So i needed a game plan. I need to get out and explore. But I need a shower first. By the time I came out and was getting ready to go, everyone was gone except a couple from the Czech Republic. They were so nice and helped me figure out how to get a gojek here, because the address is quirky on the the app.

I finally get one to find me with the help from my new friends and I was off to the beach, Batu Bolong. The trip was 8rph, not bad for what would have been a 45 min walk amd getting lost, lol. I left probably around 1pm.

I walk straight to the beach. There is several beach bars and hundreds of surfers. I just sat down on the sand and watched for sometime. As I sat there I started to get hungry so I got up and brushed myself off and made my way down the street reading everyone’s menu. I remembered to contact dude from Ubud, who said he would be in Canggu. Dude’s name is Jason. So I hit him up and we decided to meet for sunset on the beach, happy hour at 530ish.

I walked around till then looking for some grub. I found this little spot called Nonii’s. I sat there and enjoyed my food with my coconut. Totally need to stay hydrated around here, you sweat everything out. I can’t even imagine July and August, peak season. If I had to take a guess I would say it’s probably like Texas.

It was about 515pm by the time I was done which was perfect timing. Headed back to the beach and waited for my friend on the beach. He arrived and we went to the Wave, bar\restaurant and had a magnificent view of the surfers and sunset. His friend V came to meet us. She is from Australia originally but has traveled and worked in many other countries since. Now residing in Bali she teaches singing lessons via online.

We hung out there for a couple of cocktails and made our way to the Old Man. Another bar that gets wild after 11pm. Mind you it’s friday here. I was ready to go home and knock out as I haven’t been out this late in so long and have been out literally all day. They looked at me and said, I know you are tired but I think you should come out. Being that I’m in for new experiences, I said yes. I have no reason whatsoever to go home besides go to sleep. I can sleep tomorrow!

Cold Coconut Water

We hopped on the motor bikes and went to the Faraway bar, not sure where it is but I was there. Live music and lots of fun people. I just had water and coconuts. The coconuts were cold which I was stoked about. I have not, since I’ve been here had a cold coconut! So refreshing. This English guy comes up to me and asks me why American women wear sunglasses at night on their head. I laughed and replied back stating that I have been out all day, since 1 this afternoon. And by that time it was 1030pm.

Jason gave me a ride back to the villas around 1130pm. So grateful as I was so tired.

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Bali Day 7

Today I woke up and I was tired. I got out of bed at 530am. I was awake at 445 but I was tired. I think subconsciously my energy was sad that we were leaving the most beautiful place I have ever been too. My emotions were heavy hearted.

I got up and finished packing and the girls made me a delicious breakfast as usual. I showered and laid down in bed until about 915 because my driver, Rai was to come and pick me up at 930. I just laid there resting my eyes and couldn’t sleep, so I got up at 915 and to my demise my driver was sitting downstairs hanging out on his phone. Gratefully he hadn’t been waiting long at all.

I gave him a tour of the treehouse, said my see you laters to the girls and we went on our way. We made a few pitstops on the way to Kuta. The first being immigration office, as the world is shutting down I need to know what I can do to stay. I went to the one in the north, I knew that one would not be busy at all. The one in Kuta, that would be crazy busy. Rai took me and helped me figure out how to get seen. I waited patiently as I only had 3 people in front of me. Whe I finally got up there they told me there was a restriction till March 30th. So I plan on making my plans and then calling back on the 31st. And see if they have lifted the restrictions. Otherwise they say I need to leave by April 9th. That is not going to happen. I am supposed to be here and I’m just gonna go with the flow. Everything always works out…

After we left there we went to Gigit Waterfalls. It was very beautiful but nothing compared to the Blue Lagoon and the waterfalls there after. Rai didn’t come on the tour with me, which I was bummed by because he’s cool and extremely helpful. I had another guide who was cool, Ketut.

As I have been here for a week, I have learned that Ketut means that the person named Ketut was the fourth born. The first is Gday (Gede), second is Kadek, third born is Komong and the fourth is Ketut.

Our walk to the waterfall was short and sweet, however it is well over commercialized and what I mean is that there are so many little shops on the way down and back up and they will not stop harassing you. I say that because we walked by so many women and children trying to sell me stuff (as I was basically the only one there, due to corona virus). After we walked by so many apparently we came up on his own family’s shop and said to me, if you decide to buy something then we would appreciate your business. I told him I didn’t need anything but I would love to help out, as everyone is hurting for business.

When we get to the waterfall, breathtaking. So beautiful, it was too chilly and about to rain to actually get in the water. I just wanted to take some pictures and sit back and enjoy it. He asked to take pictures of me, which was something I do’t hear like ever and was hesitant by his words. But I gave in and was totally stoked to have someone take a picture of me. My last guide did too and I was glad for that. However I am not an instagram photogenic person. I’m so used to being behind the camera, so when the time came for pics I stood there awkwardly. lol. It’s fine…something I am going to work on…

As we made our trek back he reminded me that his family’s shop was right here so I decided to look around anyways. Knowing I need nothing, a woman can always find something. And I did. I found a beautiful batik sarong purple and gold…I saw it and said I LOVE that. she tried selling me pants and a tank top which I knew I did not need. I kept looking and saw bags. I actually did need a bag so I didn’t have to continue to take my backpack everywhere. I began to make a pile. Which included the honesty fruit tea, mangosteen and tumeric. I wanted to make the same drink the girls were making me at the treehouse (I call them girls because they are young and this was there first job). I finish my pile and I ask how much, she tells me 900k rps. Which I’ve been here for a week and know that is way too much. I tell her I only have a certain amount. she kept on, I said no thank you and tried to walk out. Apparently everyone but me knows not to buy anything when going to places like that. I really thought I was helping his family, but then she got aggressive. I said 200k and that is that. She gave it to me because I was probably going to be the only tourist feeding into her. Meaning, that would be the only money she makes that day and with everything going on, probably the only money she will make for a while. I wasn’t trying to be rude but 900k is criminal.

We finally got back to the car and I was so happy to see Rai! We left the mountain in a heavy down pour. Still saw monkeys and dogs all over the road. Our next stop was supposed to be the rice terraces but it was raining buckets and there was no way we were getting out to walk around. So he took me to this restaurant that over looked rice terraces. Wow…and we got to stay dry. For me, that was priceless. Sure it would’ve been amazing to go see but It was cold rain. We had a buffet and I had a glass of wine. They say that when you have a driver that takes you distance like that, it’s customary to buy them lunch. I definitely have no problem doing that. He’s been super amazing. He took me to all these amazing places and didn’t add the detours to the bill.

Again, pouring buckets we pull up to the famous candi bentar, in front of the golf course. He was telling me that normally there is a line about an hour long just to take a picture. We pulled up and I shot a picture from the car. Not the same but for me it’s all about my eyes seeing beauty, not necessarily the camera. It was beautiful, but they are literally everywhere in Bali. So I didn’t feel guilty for not getting out and taking an instagram pic.

We then went to this beautiful temple on the water, Ulun Danu Beratan Temple. Wow, incredible. Again I was told that there is usually no parking and the wait is more than an hour, normally. Today, it was empty according to Rai. We walked around and took some pictures and then it started down pouring. Everyone ran for cover. I had my nice camera out so Rai and both ran too. We all huddled under the canopy where they prepare their offerings. I sat there looking at all the offerings, ducks, chickens, and others. I asked how they do it and during the ceremony they slit their throats.

It slowly stopped down pouring but was still raining. Rai and I both agreed that we were not going to melt in the rain so we walked out and took some more pictures. On our way out I wanted a picture between the candi bentar. My phone had died so Rai was pulling out his phone for me and while that was happening a group of women from Jakarta jumped in the center and started taking pictures. I was standing watching them and they looked at me and motioned me to come in the picture with them. I laughed and was so happy too. I got in the picture and we all went our separate ways. Rai told me that they were from Jakarta and they were going to go home and tell everyone how excited they were to take a picture with a foreigner. I had no idea… but I love it. He said because nobody is here, they haven’t seen many tourists.

We continued on our journey to Kuta. It was a beautiful drive, through the country side and through all the villages. We entered the city and I knew it. The energy, the air and so many people. I was taken back and I guess not ready to leave the mountains. I miss it a lot.

We made it to the hotel and Rai and I looked at each other and we were like, wow this place is fancy! Lol. We went our separate ways once again. I went to my room, 108=9. Loved it, except that the tv was on and it was crazy loud. I immediately turned it off, and laid down. I was so tired. I was to meet a fellow GLT’r for dinner somewhere in the evening. So I took a nap for 40 mins and got dressed and ready to go.

I downloaded the GoJek app and was on my way. GoJek is the Uber of Indonisia, only they have motor bikes and cars. I ordered a bike. My third ride of my journey. We met at a spot called Lia Cafe. Literally on the beach. It was awesome and she was cool. I loved meeting her from a facebook group! That was awesome. In order to get back to we had to walk down the street to the main road and only then can we order a gojek. I finally found my driver, or actually he found me.

Made it back to the hotel and sat by the pool for a bit longer and went to bed. I so appreciated the air conditioning and the clean bed I was about to dive into.