Matahari Cottage Bed and Breakfast Ubud

... I'd passed through the small village of Campuhan, on the outskirts I came across a little hut, outside of which stood a little old man with a thin Clarke Gable moustache. He was a painter, and this was his studio. He offered to show me his work, so I got off my bike and he talked to met in pretty decent English about the techniques he used; he mainly painted traditional Balinese scenes on canvasses of varying size with acrylic paint, and he also painted wooden eggs with ornate ...

... in order to do the least amount of damage on me. As soon as it bent my
spinal cord I thought to myself "this is it, I'm done with, it's over."

It
was then silent. It must have been only half a second but it seemed
like forever. It was the realization that I was still alive. That I
never felt anything pop or break... and that I never passed out. I was
conscious and still felt my legs. I was somehow able to crawl out from
under the bike and ...

... We did let him go before the last stretch to the summit, sending him back down the mountain since we decided to descend by the more traveled trail on the other side of the mountain (we were doing a bit of trail blazing on this side that wouldn’t be easy to get back down).

The summit ridge around the inner crater was spectacular. We had to navigate a knife like summit crater ridge trail that was about a foot or two wide, dropping down on the right side ...

... I got out of the water he followed me back to my towel and still tried to sell me stuff; that was an all time low in my opinion. We were also woken up at 5:30 in the morning by someone knocking on our door asking if we wanted to do a dolphin tour (the main thing to do in Lovina) to which we yelled "NO" and then tried to go back to sleep before a full day of diving. I'm assuming the obnoxious behavior is due to the low amount of tourists right now but the ...

... of agriculture around the base of the volcano, as the soil is good, so we saw onions, tomatoes, beans, pumpkins and peanuts all being grown. And then we collapsed in a heap in the back of the van as we were transported back to our hotel. we spent the rest of the day relaxing and reading and resting before crashing out at about eight o'clock. Then yesterday we transferred back to Kuta in the South of Bali for the last night ...

... Erin's face that she loved them! So this is when it got nasty. We of course tried to get out of paying for what we didn't even want to begin with, but they weren't having anything to do with it. We were suddenly surrounded by touchy and pushy Bali *****es that wouldn't let us leave. After a few explicit exchanged words we finally made it out of there after only having to pay $20 for a 2 minute pedicure. What a deal! So, after ...

... into Becca and Ari again and we decided to hang out for the night. We went out again that night to Bounty and danced again until the sun came up. Unfortunately my camera was stolen by a pickpocket at the club. It was already broken and I was planning on buying a new one, but I was really sad about losing the memory card. Nearly three months of pictures gone... I am learning things, often the hard way. This time the lesson ...

Tomorrow I am taking an evening flight up to Singapore. I've been reading up on the city/country/state (who knew it was all three?) today, and I expect that I'll stay there about 5 days. After that I'll head up to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia on the train. I'm going to try to travel as much overland as I can, so hopefully tomorrows flight will be the last one in a long while, we'll see how far I get!

... day Visa. I got my Visa (very pretty I might add) and got lucky as I was coming into immigrations because another line opened up and I was just three or four people from the front - YES! Big score as immigration lines can snake on for days. Stamp, stamp, stamp and boom, I'm through. On the plane from Taipei I had met another person going to the conference. She had a ride waiting to take her to Nusa Dua and offered ...