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Yokohama beach, Oahu -Hawaii

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After a bit of traveling, you start to really appreciate the small things that home has to offer. For us in Hawaii, I can’t get over our (mostly) clean and beautiful beaches. The water is clear and blue and unbelievable sometimes.

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You can literally swim with turtles!

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I never though much of it growing up. Oh birthday, let’s have it at the beach. Oh 3 day weekend, let’s camp at the beach. Nothing to do, let’s go to the beach. I mean yeah, I live on an island but it really never occurred to me that people spend thousands of dollars and travel many miles to adore these beaches that we often take for granted.

 

Everyday I remind myself to be thankful.

 

 

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Day 16

Day 16- Incheon

Honestly I’m not super positive about the days anymore. Back to back flights with little naps in between while shuffling along with a suitcase you tend to lose track of time. Add in a time zone change and your body clock is majorly confused. I know it’s early morning and I know I’m in Korea.

The very unfortunate thing I’ve come to realize is that changing airlines from Asia Air to Hawaiian Airlines means that in order for you to pick up your bags and recheck them in, you must exit the terminal. The terminal has the shops, the food, the services, the everything.

We grabbed our bags and after a full day of traveling we’re in no mood or condition to leave the airport- even for a hotel. THANKFULLY, outside of the terminal area in the “basement” there is a spa. On Air Spa provides guests with a change of clothes, towels, a warm and cool pool, a wet and dry sauna, lockers, naps rooms, and a lounge for 15,000 won. I misheard the lady at the information desk at 50,000 and almost missed out on this gem.

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I wish I could show you pictures and explain to you fully the amazingness of this spa but they had a very strict no photography policy. And I am one to bend the rules… but I would never risk being banned from this heaven on earth. There’s complimentary shower creams, hair products, face products, even cotton squares and q-tips!

The nap rooms and lounge has flat bean bag like things, mats, and block cushions for pillows. It was worth every single penny to wash up, rest up, and the noisiest thing there is suitcases rolling out as people leave. I would seriously consider bringing this kind of accommodation to Honolulu.

We killed a couple hours here and ate a good meal before we were able to check in to our flight. Almost there 👋🏻

STEP

For those of you in the US traveling abroad with worried and overbearing mothers (jk mom) you should look into the STEP program to further let your government monitor your movements, AGAIN JUST KIDDING. NSA please don’t abduct me. Basically, you’re giving the US embassies abroad that you’re comin’ in hot and to keep an eye out for you in case things go south. It’s a good concept should a natural disaster strike or you need legal, medical, or financial help (WOAH). It’s relatively quick, plug in the dates, your passport ID number, give them your email, and a phone number to include you in the phone tree- should any travel alerts come up or information regarding your country of visit.

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Unfortunately, I experienced the timeliness and thoroughness of the US Embassy Jakarta. They emailed me notifying me about a suicide bombing in East Jakarta. Attached to the email were brief details of the attack and recommendations to double check travel plans and adjust accordingly. It also provided multiple resources, phone numbers, and websites to further follow updates or reach the your nearest embassy or Consulate General. I didn’t think I’d need it and signed up to placate my mother but will definitely keep this in mind for any other extended travels.

Day 14

Day 14- Ubud

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Today’s bike tour started with our driver causally smoking a cig, waiting at the front desk. He seemed in no hurry for us to come down from our room or to get us to the main office. I already knew I was going to like these guys. Ebikes Bali had easygoing kids with jokes on jokes on jokes. We started with me fumbling with my helmet and I said it’s because I got a big head. Without skipping a beat, Ajus (ah-juice) said ‘big brain!’ Haha yes, Ajus 🤓

Once we figured out our bikes had an electric motor good for 50 km (our ride was 18 km) we didn’t hesitate to press that little gray button.

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Our first stop took us to a temple where Ajus explained that there are over 40,000 temples in Bali not including family temples. He said there are so many because you first build 3 temples for the main gods (I can’t begin to attempt to spell their names), 3 more for their respective wives, 1 at the crossroads or what I took to be the entrance to the village, and 1 at the northern edge to mark their limits. Totaling 8, and epic number.

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From there we headed to the rice fields where Ajus warned ‘men be careful. Me be careful. Bumpy road. Watch your balls.’ 😂😂 oh Ajus.

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At the rice fields we learned the cycles and the farming methods like using ducks to help clean up the fields before they burn it. He said farmers are very careful to collect the quack quacks or crispy duck! He also mentioned that sometimes rodents are a problem and snakes are brought in. But don’t worry, only poisonous snakes in Bali are in the forest. And don’t worry, don’t worry you have three days before you die!

We continued cycling around town and ended up at a coffee tasting company. They specialize in Luwak Coffee which lets these weasels eat the green coffee beans, pick up their poop, clean and grind the beans to reduce the level of acid in the beans and produce the ‘most expensive coffee since colonial times.’ (I guess homeboy never went to a Starbucks) The tasting of their blends were free but the Luwak coffee was relatively expensive at 50,000 rupiah a cup. Once we finished at the tasting room, Ajus asked how it went. He said they call it ‘catpoochino’ and I said oh yeah ‘cappuccino!’ and he said ‘ya, catPOOchino’ smiling with all this teeth.

Seriously, you couldn’t help but enjoy his company. It was all downhill from there- literally. It was a bit intense sharing about 12 feet of road of cars, mopeds, pedestrians, and stray dogs (there are quite a few) but we made it back in one piece. Another guide was joking legs not sore just here- pointing to his left thumb that controlled the electric motor. He couldn’t be more right 😭

Back at our hotel we took a quick nap and headed to the Monkey Forest. It describes itself at a nature sanctuary and reserve but it felt very much like an open petting zoo. They sell bananas and the monkeys are… tame… yet very unpredictable. Honestly scary is what I’d use to describe them. You can’t look them in the eye since it’s a sign of aggression, can’t approach the babies, can’t make loud noises, can’t run, can’t leave trash around, don’t tease them, don’t hide food, don’t panic but yet there are ‘handler’ type people around to help you feed them and take pictures. It’s hilarious because when they start acting up they pull out a sling shot (still wrapped up) and the monkey instantly obeys. The handler said it’s the monkey tamer 😂 We also saw Aunty with a long metal pole. She raised it up like how your mom looks when you answer back and the monkeys scatter so quick! She’s the guardian of the bananas. A small bunch is 20,000 rupiah with maybe 5-6 apple bananas or 2 min play time with monkeys 😭 we got a small bunch and instantly one latched on to Michaels shirt. Michael spun around and he looked like the carnival ride, you know the one with the swings. I wish through my laughing I was able to take a video or picture since it was beyond ridiculous. After that we headed out quick seeing how feisty the monkeys were. It didn’t seem like much more than a couple hundred monkeys running around, eating bananas, and scaring little children.

Our last day is tomorrow and we have a spa day planned. Excited to be going home and sad to say goodbye. Still a longs ways to go though 👋🏻 Malaysia 👋🏻 Korea 👋🏻 Hawaii.

Coulda been 👋🏻Australia 👋🏻 home. My bad Mike!

Day 13 pt 1

Day 13- Seminyak/Ubud

We arranged for our driver from the airport to shuttle us around today for 650,000 rupiah or approximately $50 USD for eight hours. Everything he said ended either in “yes my friend” or “brother.” Can we go here? Of course brother. Is this place worth the stop? Yes, my friend. It was very endearing. He’s in his late 20’s and very chatty when we were up and quiet when we needed some alone time. He would wait in the car and it felt like he put a beeper on us because when we would walk back to the car he would pop up from his seat with his bright red polka-dotted neck pillow and a huge smile. If he wasn’t in the car he was making friends with the nearby shop keepers or smoking a cigarette with old men. He would always keep an eye out for us and make sure he’d beat us back to the car by a few steps.

Our first stop was an outlet mall of sorts. He was as excited as us to look around because as soon as he parked he said “I will come with you. See something!” He was bored after about 20 min but he’d jump up when he’d see us and ask if we wanted to put our new things down in the car. And then follow up with “no rush no rush, look around.”

Back in the car we chatted with our driver. He was anxious to know where we came from, what we do, what it’s like at home, the cost of things, the beaches, you name it. He described life in Bali to be very hard on locals and very expensive.

For example, hotel workers work a regular workweek- 5 days a week 8 hours a day. But in Bali there’s an additional 6th day a week for with a 10 hour shift. And roughly a hotel worker would make $4-500 USD per month. most of these people know Balinese, Indonesian, English, and/or Japanese.

We told him we were looking for a small condo/apartment at home for $300,000 USD and he couldn’t believe it. He said we could buy a small hotel here…

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Ubud seems to be a quaint artisan community, we went through a silver district- very popular in Bali. A woodwork area with lots of furniture, wooden sculptures, rattan cages baskets chairs and tables, intricate doors and hanging pieces. Masonry as well, with large statues and pillars ready made to welcome guests in to homes or temples.

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We visited a batik weaving factory and watched women use wax to hand make designed as well as weave. The prices were quite expensive but they used silk and I assume cotton.

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We also checked out a couple of silver stores on the insistence of our driver. He said he loves silver! The items are again handmade with many pedants available, large rings, bracelets, and earrings. I tried really hard to find something but couldn’t find a piece I really loved and worth the price tag. Most pieces were about $50-100 USD.

For lunch he took us to a place he knew and enjoyed with his girlfriend. A BBQ place specializing ribs 😛 And a coconut because yes.

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I’ll post more about the temples separately since we went to a few. Ttyl 👋🏻

Balinese driving

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Balinese use their horns like warning bells. They even sound more friendly as opposed to a f you. It’s good to see all those in mopeds using helmets, very unlike Thailand. Traffic is pretty bad maybe and seems to be at all hours of the day.

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If possible the driving here is even more insane. Two lanes suddenly means three cars side by side and often a bike lane with mopeds. Cars are still straddling center lines, mopeds overtaking on the left and the right sometimes simultaneously, and no one bats an eye with all this frantic movement. If I ever saw tailgating this would be it. Honk you’re getting to close toot toot thanks for moving from the center to the left honk watch out honk what are you doing honk coming around this corner honk moped you stupid honk don’t try to merge here honk honk do you need a taxi. It’s almost comical how often they use their horn. We’re really not at our full potential America. And truthfully we haven’t seen any accidents and haven’t be that close to being in one either. Although our driver said there are a lot of casualties since sometimes as many as 4 people on a moped… and as young as 8 or 9 driving mopeds as well even though the law is 17.

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Our driver also said that police only ever pull over international drivers, never local because they want to fine them and line their pockets. He said the corruption is very bad here.

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Taxi or taksi drivers and cars are rampant here. I would say more than half of the vehicles on the road are metered. And the honking is nonstop. I think they do it to tourists who are walking to alert them that they are available… I think. Either that or Michaels got really nice legs because I know it’s not me.

Sidewalks are uneven, mismatched, and definitely not for the elderly. Rolled curbs are also the norm since roadways are so narrow that drivers are often pulling over to let another pass or avoid a slow moped. I’d say the two lanes are equivalent to a lane and a half that were used to in the US. Maybe only 12-15 ft wide? Probably also why the standard car looks about the size of a Toyota Carolla. No one ever seems openly upset at being cutoff or having to let another through despite all the noise.

We hage a full day of driving ahead so I will update will more photos and experiences!

Day 12

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Day 12- Seminyak/Amed/ Tulamben

5am head start from Seminyak to Amed which we estimated about 2-3 hours travel time to the northwest coast of Bali. Our driver was on a mission and got us there in a little over 2. It was similar to the road to Hana with its twists and turns, narrow driveways, honking, and overtaking.

A quick breakfast and brief scuba orientation and the next thing you know were stuffing our bodies in a size too small bodysuit. “Oh don’t worry it’s better once you get wet. You’ll be fine.” Yeah. Tell that to my thighs. Though I’d have to grease up to zip up. Then a weight belt. Then a vest with all the contraptions and I swear a 45 lb oxygen tank later were headed into the water.

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But it was more than worth it. During our time down there I even contemplated getting certified. The instructors were very patient and very honest that your immediate instincts would be to surface.  But they really encouraged breathing and relaxation techniques to overcome that. The water was clearer than Thailand (but still not as nice as Hawaii) but the fish diversity and coral really made up for it. We couldn’t really take pictures since we needed to focus on breathing and swimming but it was so much fun. I was skeptical at first and then anxious and then excited.

After our day underwater and exploring the remains of the USS Liberty, which I was told didn’t have a super exciting combat story since it was a cargo ship. But it was beached due to damages sustained from a Japanese torpedo and later lost to sea because of activity from the nearby volcano, Mount Agung. Can I get a fact check? In any case, it was crowded with scuba divers checking out the ship and the fish and gaining underwater experience. We even saw a couple of turtles. So yeah, I’m now into scuba diving.

The drive back was much less exciting and much more crowded. Seriously, I though traffic was bad on Oahu  Balinese take it to a whole new level… 3 hours later and countless beep beeps later we arrived alive.

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Shower and a taxi later we got to a fancy French restaurant (also note taksi are minimum 30,000 rupiah 🙄 which is close to nothing but still) . The kind that serves food in four bites and takes 30 min between courses. But hey, this is what we saved for!

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