is surfing again what it was. Brave, uniform waves, not huge, so I'll thrown in heights, which I never wanted to and also do not bundle of linen and board between Kugelschreiberhuelsen Korallenbroeckchen and are washed into the sand (yes, this happened and even I needed a few seconds could find it funny until I). Everything on the board so well, I stand chat, nor negligent with the living in Japan from the U.S. writers Sam and I am quite satisfied.
I want to surf more, but first of all, I booked a bus to Ubud, the cultural center of the island and the second largest Touristenanziehunngspunkt. I was far from out of town, much less on the card, felt an eternity with my sizeable backpack with hiking boots and running shoes dangling outside, tent, sleeping bag and mat inside. But I was stubborn, and ran my way through holes in the ground, up and down on the footpath and wide bought also the twentieth Angebtot for Transport, Transport, when I say must, that I am my imagination in seventeenth offer has thought of karate kicks against the poor Indonesians on the road has lasssen execute. NO, I like the look schweissueberstroemt and faint, but I run and do not waste my few rupiah for a taxi ride.
And I've already mentioned that I sweat? Just now bought water from the refrigerator (estimated four liters a day) seems to be in seconds in a hot broth transform. I think shower! even more often than food! what amazed me at the Fruechteangebot and follow this Planschgeluest three times a day. I sweat while sitting, I'm sweating to the Halbdelirium on the bus, I'm sweating in bed and every time I shower, get my clothes with the same. T-shirts will be chosen not according to appearance but for airiness and preferred. Oh, and I have the luxury of a fifty cent indulged in baby powder, it creates me a half minutes after showering and drying, still keeping reasonably fresh. I sweat, I've already mentioned that?
I was on my way in a central hotel, another passenger said she would have then paid only $ 4. They wanted eight out of me, I traded down to 6, have my own small balcony and a great little tempelaehnlichen complex to me and many beautiful plants in deep green. Here's all very green at all, in Bali. Arrived here I had like the feeling, again very happy with my ridiculous traveling circus can be and to be able to relax at all. Speaking of, tomorrow I'll probably have the luxury of a spa . Treat For $ 5 you can for one hour, knead really. Bali such a classic I will not miss me. Ubud is calmer, more art and craft as in Kuta, the food is wonderfully fresh, I sip carrot juice and Spirulinasmoothie, feast fruit salad, Nasi Goreng (the typical fried rice with vegetables, to a standing Asians at every German corner), Mie Goreng (fried noodles) , tofu, and tempe curry with many different vegetables and am now very happy.
the plane to Bali, I was advised to take a bike ride and so I booked last night fast nor the last place for thirty dollars. A day trip to one of the volcanoes with the bus and then fourteen kilometers downhill between villages Local and rice fields. We started a small botanical garden where we could watch nine cyclists coffee, vanilla, cocoa, lemon grass, ginger and turmeric in the growth and taste a cup of ginger tea, cocoa and coffee were given. The cocoa was great so I am spending spree with a small bag. Chocolate melts and only here so I will still pursue some of my Schokineigung. Gabs breakfast right next to the volcano with a fine view over a lake, each a well-oiled, very neat looking mountain, and on we went. A chain would have one at the wheel not in use, the brakes gave perfect and it really was touted as possible for everyone. We visited a typical Balinese residential complex consists of several small houses with a Kuechenhaus. The children get married and get their own little cottage, but remain with the family. In pension is not gone yet and so the Omma split bamboo so that it can be processed into mats, baskets, or serve a larger scale than roofs. Looks good, is breathable and long-standing, as it seems. Walked past in various stages of growth contained rice fields were flooded therefore also different. Great sympathy of others with the poor workers who planted the rice in about knoechelhohen mud. I was thinking more of a combination of vornuebergebeugtem Tomatenpfluecken and Stewart Iceland mud wading. Do we know everything. If not for a dollar fifty a day, and without perspective (if I just felt like this slave as tomatoes). When rice crops, we were able to participate even ran onto the field and skin the whole rice plants against a board, so that the grains fell out and then laid out to dry. Most impressive is the irrigation system. The water flows from the lake near the volcano covered the rice fields when not in use, it is blocked, and flows into the next field so that all farmers are well served. Very old, very successful. All happy, especially the environment, I suppose. All the way, is also well fertilized because of the good fertile volcanic ash. No wonder that the locals align their beds gene volcano and it regard as sacred. On the way, the children waved, saluted the bigger man and all over the world was largely intact with a good lunch buffet and the best fresh coconut a fruit salad. The guide spoke good English, was nice, dedicated, and answered all the questions that he knew (what was then the half, he spoke better than he heard ...). We were sold on the so-called Monkey Forest, the most famous attraction in Ubud, where quite a pack of macaques jumps on tourists, especially if they keep quite timid somewhere clutching bananas. The cute Aeffechen bite taken time to paint a powerful snarl, it's about on the floor and play with water bottles or daring jump in puddles. The monkeys here are similar naughty as in India. I'm curious to know whether to behave my orangutans in Sulawesi!
A dinner with David, my gray-haired Fast House neighbors, who promises to send me some of his radio plays (at last replenishment!) And me tomorrow imports in the local library, a chat with a Swiss couple who cycled from Switzerland to Syria and after 12000 miles bike is not known as a real biker and not sure who to be compelling to escape midlife crisis really. Man wants to go home, is all very well in Switzerland, but not as we know right level. The uncertainty of the travelers. Or all men are at doubting, just to make some more? That was even a nice day. A lot of input and new, so I like that!
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