I'm alive and lazing
Trip Start Jan 12, 2013
42Trip End Feb 27, 2013
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I've had difficulty finding satisfying food. The prices are pretty high and I leave neither truly satisfied or full (of course, maybe that's the tapeworm talking). I finally decided to explore more of the island's innards, suspecting that there were places the locals ate. Sure enough, I found a delicious, cheap Indonesian warung (restaurant). I think it is going to be the equivalent of my noodle soup joint that I became addicted to in Cambodia and Laos. You gotta latch onto good food when you find it!
My days have been filled with walking and sitting mostly. Walking around the island. I had heard about these giant lizards that lived in a swamp back toward the harbor, so I had to go check it out. Holy moly! Crazy crazy! These guys are at least 3 ft long, perhaps longer with the entirety of their tails. There is something so intriguing yet frightening about seeing a giant scaled creature silently slicing through the dark water. His head the size of a pineapple, just barely breaking the surface and watching as the tapering tail rudders behind him...so creepy. But, the most alarming/freaky part is that there isn't just one of him. Oh no, there's a whole damn village of these giant lizards. I counted at least 8 heads in the water...of just what I could see in an area the size of two kiddie pools. Now the whole swamp is bigger and I have no doubt it is just teeming with these things. To make matters more exciting, these guys venture out of the water of course. I just hope they do not deign to cross the path when I happen to be crossing it
Another interesting point is that every day we hear the call to prayer over loudspeakers from the mosque on the island. The nature of its disembodiment lends a very otherworldly, mystical feeling to the island. I've always liked the sound of the mosque's calling as it reminds me of Gregorian chants mixed with an R&B singers warbling. You see men dressed in their church-going garb making their way to and from the mosque at various times during the day. I asked one guy working at a restaurant what the folks working did at prayer time. He said that they could pray later, after work or when it wasn't busy. The lack of internet has been interestingly nice as well. A real place to just unwind. I didn't realize it but the entire duration of this trip has, by necessity, been filled with planning and figuring out next steps. Everything has to be figured out. Where should I stay? How should I get there? How do I make sure I'm not being ripped off? How do I get around? What's a fair price for taxis? Laundry? Internet? Food? Not to mention activities and sightseeing in each area. It's easy to judge the folks that are just lazing around rather than 'taking in' all of the sights of their location, but I understand now. After a while, you become tired. You just really want to vacate, but there is the persistent voice saying, "You're in Bali---you've dreamed of going here for years and years...how can you just sit in hut and not explore all the amazing ruins and cities and temples and and and??!!" But, on the other hand, it is annoying when you actually need to plan something