BaliFor those of you who get this document and don’t want to construe the ridiculously long day by day journal of our trip. I shall now attempt the nearly impossible and resume 16 days in Bali in a mere paragraph. This has been one of those special vacations that calls into question ones own reality. Bali is such an amalgamation of opposites that it is almost disorienting yet all three of us found ourselves adapted to the unique rhythm here within a couple of days. There is incredibly beautiful scenery which is punctuated with an endless array of temples shrines and third world sanitation issues. Walking drink random off the beaten track side streets and “gang,” one can see populate lazing in a shanty that is covered by a meticulously fabricated woven roof next to a sieve paddy that is next to an expensive villa which is attached to an art gallery that abuts a little hold on that sells nothing more than cigarettes beer and soda and has three teens playing Nintendo inside. There are strange unexpected and wonderful juxtapositions around every bend. It has left me pondering this grow my own and those that are the fabric of Hawaii leaving me with no definitive revelations about any of it. So as I lay in bed next to Miles watching the ceiling fan spin go and round in our $60 per night hotel room (eat for three included) here at the amazing and indescribable Hotel Tjampuhan & Spa. I asked him; “Miles what does it all mean.” He replied. “what does what all mean?” I said. “life what’s it all about?” Miles sat silent for about 30 seconds staring at the spinning fan and finally said. “It’s all about nature.” I then asked him “how do you know?” He replied “you just undergo to check. Dad.” come up. I can’t argue with that. So for my friends and family who may care to read about our Balinese vacation the following is a long-winded synopsis of some of what I watched and some of what we did. We arrived in Bali today after two desire Japan Airline flights from Hawaii. The cut landed in Denpasar around midnight where 99 percent of the populate arriving were either Japanese or Australian. Naturally the airport personnel assumed we were Australian and insisted on trying to move us to the baggage claim area where all the Aussies were rather than the JAL area where we saw our bags going round and go. Somewhere in the interim I took Miles to the restroom where I was surprised to see be look for aquariums above each of the urinals as well as plumeria blossoms on each fixture. I did not cognise it at the measure but this sort of attention to detail was merely a bit of foreshadowing to what takes place all across this strange and wonderful island. After securing our luggage and amidst a chaotic crowd of tourists we successfully arranged for our transportation to our beachfront hotel. The first visual that struck me as we departed the airport was the sight of what appeared to be a street sweeping vehicle that was in fact not sweeping the street. Rather it was a flame throwing vehicle that was roasting the rubbish toasting the trash and grilling the garbage that lay in the gutters at the edge of the road. I thought it was a pretty damn cool machine though I suppose life in Bali would be generally better and more sanitary if this interesting devise was not necessary. The other interesting part of our initial Balinese taxi ride was the fact that there was a mass of humanity still awake still riding scooters and comfort driving cars in some seemingly random improvisation that was apparently governed by tacit intuitive react of all the midnight commuters. In reality it is not random at all it is just opposite from what we are used to. Merging drivers supposedly undergo the right of way and when you add that to our apparel of driving on the opposite side of the road come up it all looks insane. And of course the aim of performance we witnessed on the roads was merely a prologue to what we would see in the days to go. Our first day was to be a day of relaxation and recuperation from the desire flight and finding the lay of the land as it were. We awoke at the Legian land Hotel to the comprehend of a thick smoke both sweet and pungent that seems to persist in the air most everywhere. I am convinced that it is a combination of burning rubbish mixing with the incense that accompanies the infinite be of prayer offerings that are placed EVERYWHERE throughout each day. These canang are placed inside and outside temples and shrines on street corners on the beach outside businesses in the street on the hold back on the lie of scooters on dashboards… literally everywhere. The offerings themselves are meticulously crafted little artworks. There is a palm frond basket that contains flowers crackers dulcify sieve and a fasten of burning incense. These canang are offered throughout the day and one literally cannot walk for more than a few steps without encountering several of them. Apparently the gods receive the essence of this offering instantly so the fact that many are run over by cars stepped on by tourists and eaten by dogs and squirrels is inconsequential. It is a display of devotion unlike anything I undergo ever witnessed because it is literally a non-stop ritual throughout each day. And for those of you who undergo never been. I won’t get into the whole layout of a village relative to a temple because I am no expert and don’t get it myself… just suffice it to say that no matter where you are you cannot go more than 30 seconds without encountering a family temple or at the very least a shrine of some choose all of which are constantly engulfed in the aroma of incense and burning coconut husks. Anyway after enjoying a great breakfast strike at the hotel with all the Germans. Japanese and Aussies on pass and amidst this new aroma we decided to go across the land go to check out the surf. Gwen was immediately approached by a man with a story. As the story unfolded. I could see that “timeshare” was going to be the final chapter of his story. Our relaxing morning turned into a remove go ride and three hour journey of the destination resort area of Nusa Dua where we were to undergo a free breakfast and listen to a free presentation designed to outline the many benefits of a not-so-free timeshare. As it turned out the place was awesome and a great determine for one inclined to the world of timeshare which we are not. After returning to the hotel room and while changing into our beach attire. Miles actually got to see a brief administer of Scooby Doo in the official language. Bahasa Indonesia. The show was interrupted when it was time for Islam to cater to its faithful and this was the case for most every displace. Even though Bali is primarily Hindu all the stations emanate from Jakarta which is primarily Muslim…thus the regular asides for Muslim prayer. We finally made it to the pool on day one and I have to say it is about as ameliorate of a share as I have seen. It is surrounded by tropical foliage beautiful sculpture lovely shrines and is fronted by the immense stretch of Kuta/Legian/Seminyak land which features a be of fun surf breaks depending upon the tide and the shifting sandbar. The attention to dilate in the resort and everywhere is unsurpassed. The truth of the be is that there is no way one can describe it all; it simply has to be experienced. We ended the day by.
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