I just woke up from the third night here in Bali and thought it’d be a good time to take a few moments to fill in my avid readers.
After a painfully long time in a plane we landed in Hong Kong for what we were worried would be an awkwardly timed lay over, 5 hours. Being adventurous we decided to take the rail shuttle to the city at 5am and see the sights. The city and surrounding areas is quite unlike any city I’ve seen before countless tall buildings duplicated at least five times.
In the city we walked around to get the feel of the city and spent a few HSBC marked bills to get breakfast from a hole in the wall shop, ramen with beef, spam and eggs. Then we went back to the airport and continued to Bali.
Once in Bali we took the most frightening taxi ride of my life to the hotel, playing chicken with buses, passing cars passing other cars and seeing how close we could get to killing a motorcyclist.
Feeling refreshed after a shower and a jump in the pool Greg and I met up with Chris and got dinner, then put our feet in the ocean before heading to bed.
The next morning after watching the sun rise over the beach we went to Kuta the most famous and touristy area in Bali where we felt like a piece of bread surrounded by hungry gulls, locals fighting over who would offer us this or that. A few hours of fending off offers of cheap tours, surfing and countless other things, we returned to our hotel to enjoy the lack of hawkers and the quiet of the pool.
A brief rest later we woke just before midnight, hopped in a van and started a long and dangerous drive up the side of a mountain to a temple, where at 2am we began to hike up Mount Agung, the tallest mountain in Bali, almost 10,000′ above sea level. In the dark we treked up and up, hoping to reach the top by sunrise. As we drew close to the top our group decided to stop as the path was transforming into a thousand foot free climb, too dangerous for our tired and blind selves. We found a flat area near the top, and watched the horizon lighten, sipping on coffee and snacks brought up by our guides. The pictures and view were breath-taking, seeing the mountains of Bali spread before us. On the way down we spotted some monkeys and other wildlife. The ride back through the rice paddies and small villages was amazing and felt much more real than the touristy beach areas.
Back in Sanur, we caved to the multitudes of people offering massages and I got a 45 minute foot massage for about $8 (this was a more upscale place). We then went to Chris’ hotel for a rijstafel and traditional Baliese dancing and then finally, bed.
Off to Ubud!,
Jacob