Travel Blogs from Canggu
... sound asleep in their villa tucked tidily away in the rice fields and semi jungle
The Saffa loves creatures
Dad’s a vet
It’s in his blood
Even when there are rats
Miss England not so much
That night they were sound asleep Miss England woke the Saffa
In the darkness they could hear scratching and high pitched screaming in their bedroom
The Saffa woke up and flicked on the light
... I think I’ve passed the test. I now know what those guys were experiencing when they spoke of losing their boards and being thrown out the back of the sets and then realizing with fear they’d have to swim in without their boards.
Nine days of teaching, a marathon and a team triathlon then I’m on a plane to Toronto. Oh yeah some surfing too. Once I get a new leash. See you soon.
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... head and peel 'em. Chicken, pork and beef are plentiful and almost always a winner.
Our little warung (cafe) up the street is pretty special. 5 entrees w/ 3 side dishes and 7 Bintang Beers cost a whopping $27. It's the best value and food we've found.
Spent a travel day to Ubud, the cultural center of the island. Artist enclaves, the grand palace, a special temple, wood carvers, and a big marketplace make for ...
... fresh and untainted by promiscuity.” She smiles. He can’t see her. He’s looking out the window from his chair. Wondering if he can do it.
We had to work today. It’s the weekend. I’m no stranger to working on the weekend. After work the Dr. and I scrambled to the beach for a surf. The beaches were packed with Balinese people. Ceremonies every ...
I ran 10km tonight. I’m tacking on 2km a week onto my weekend runs for the rest of the school year. I hope that gets me right back to the days in Korea and Saudi when I was running 28km-30kms on those long runs. On my run tonight I seemed to validate a theory I have about me and women. I think I am disposed to always want the ones that are maybe slightly into me. They might give off energy that they have some interest but it is usually me who ...