Motorbike gods hate me
Trip Start Jan 12, 2013
42Trip End Feb 27, 2013
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Today was a day of perserverance. Indeed. When breakfast turned out to be nothing more than a piece of toast with fake butter and pineapple jam, I knew I'd have to just keep my head up. I needed to resolve the flip-flop issue once and for all today before I set out on my trek to Ubud. I can't remember if I wrote this or not, but on the last night in Laos, at a Western bar, my flip-flops were stolen. This is annoying because they were really nice ones that I liked. However, such is life and what can you do? You buy more. Except that when you're in a country with no grasp of where a reasonable place to buy flip-flops would be, this simple task becomes exasperating. Mainly this is because your hostel happens to be in the 'boutique' end of Bali and you realize that you can't afford any of the shoes they're offering nearby anyways
Now the great trek that had the motorbike gods laughing at me once again. Driving today was no problem since it was only myself on the bike. The moto-gods must have realized that it just wasn't difficult enough for me and so they unleashed a torrential tropical downpour upon me for hours. Yes, hours. I first rode through the stifling, scalding heat of the city. I put on sunscreen but I could literally feel the sun penetrating through the layer of protection; this sun is no joke. That and being surrounded by the exhaust of all the other cars and motorbikes is really enough to want to retreat in a cool cave. As I headed out of the city north to my destination of Ubud and then the volcano, Mount Batur, even further north, I noticed clouds gathering. Not to worry, I grabbed my trusty poncho before I left for such an occasion. Using the only map I had, which incidentally portrays Bali as an island with roughly about 8 roads, I quickly learned that getting to Ubud wasn't going to exactly be a straight shot. Yeah, maybe I should have invested in a better map. Hmmm. On my way north, the rain begins to fall, and fall, and pelt, and sting, and I think, "this too shall pass". But, it didn't. I pulled over to use my rain poncho only to discover it is actually a backpack rain cover, so useless for covering me as it has no arm holes. I was able to cover my bag with my camera and phone inside, thankfully.
I figured that since I was already soaked, I might as well keep going
The rain just kept pounding me and I was running low on fuel so I stopped to buy some at a roadside stand (interesting side note: they sell the fuel in liter bottles on the side of the road in these countries...in Cambodia it was in Coke bottles...in Bali? Absolut Vodka bottles...no joke
Whatever insecurities or concerns I had about riding a motorbike are pretty much gone now. Feel like I've been put through the wringer on those damn things! It was like special op motorcycle boot camp. haha.
I think I'm done with motorbikes for a bit. I'd like to do nothing tomorrow...lay on the beach...go get a pedicure or something equally self-indulgent. You know, ham up this vacation because it is going fast!