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Bali Day 58

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I am so beyond grateful to have been able to take the ride to the East Coast. It takes approximately 2.5 hours to ride there via motorbike. I went with my friend Jason, whom I met in Ubud when I first got here. I left my home in Semyniak and we met in Canggu.

We left somewhere around 10.30-11. It was a hot morning. My first ride following for a long ride. I was excited to take it all. My friend likes to fly, I am so used to cruising; I did my best to keep up, because I most definitely didn’t want to lose him.

We rode through Denpasar and the last time I rode through there I was on a gojek and so glad I wasn’t driving. So today I went, surprisingly I was quite relaxed cruising through the heavy traffic of the city. It seemed like forever we were in city limits, but when we finally made it out I could breathe better.

We took the coastal route as it is less traffic and trucks. But there were still many and had to be careful of their presence. When we were finally able to see the coast the roads got smaller and moved to one lane of traffic. Some spots were open road and then there were congested areas. I have learned to pass vehicles when this happens, otherwise it will take you triple the time to get to where you are going. We stopped half way in a place called Candidasa. Beautiful place, we stopped at a little warung and had lunch. I had chicken satay with rice, the peanut sauce was sooo good! We sat there for probably about an hour, resting our rumps. That was a long hard ride. I had to figure out how to sit on the bike so that my butt didn’t hurt.

We headed out and continued our travels. We rode through small villages, mountains and rice fields on one side and ocean on the other. Breathtaking. I had to contain myself from looking in every which direction because I was still driving.

We pulled over at a temple and Jason pulled out his drone. He got some incredible footage of the temple. Where as all I could get was shots between trees. The Temple was closed, like everything else but you can still feel the presence of amazement. We were standing on the side of the road for probably 20 mins. Our feet were on fire from being in the sun. So we left.

We started riding through the mountains. Wow… I wish I had a go pro for riding because it was so beautiful. The whole ride. We rode through some very small villages, seeing dogs, chickens, cows, pigs, cats, and monkeys. Granted you see those animals almost everywhere but this was the first time I saw little piggies. It was fun to see the monkeys while riding on the bikes. Last time I saw monkeys I was in the monkey forest and in a car driving through the mountains up north.

We stopped at a little spot my friend knew about, a small temple that overlooks a little island. As we pulled into the area, there were people dressed for ceremony. I felt like we were intruding so we kind of stayed back and found another spot to gaze out. It was cool to watch everyone prepare. They were so kind and all smiles. I am absolutely in love with this place and the people and culture.

We didn’t want to disturb them so we left and continued our adventure… We rode through more windy roads and small villages and then we came across this…

Breathtaking
View from a bridge

We stopped at a few different places to see if any hotel/ bungalows/ homestays were open. The first several were closed. But this is the view from one of them..

We eventually came to one that was open, we just so happen to be the only guests. We had a nice little room and the place was on the beach. At this time the beaches were closed so we had to be aware of the times we went on the beach.

Right where I’m supposed to be…

If you are a fisherman you are allowed. The authorities would come around and check in with places and make sure everything is in order.

We were lucky enough that the authorities already came by so we were able to go for a walk on the beach and watch sunset. So we took a walk and we went around the bend and there was Mount Agung…So beautiful..

So magnificent. We found a spot and hung out.

We walked back and the host made us fresh mahi mahi. OMG so good! We hung out for the rest of the evening star gazing. During this time I had come to the realization that what I truly want out of life is a simple life.

Through many conversations and observations I see the Balinese live in the moment. They are grounded and dedicated. Many only have what they need and don’t need more. After being here for as long as I have, living out of my bags, I don’t need much. All I really need is what I have with me. Of course I’ve picked up some things along the way, I have everything I need.

The next big question is what does that look like? What will fill my time? What is it that I want to do with this life? These are the next questions I have been asking myself.

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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.