Yes who wants to work in the heat? In Ubud, it was calmer than in Kuta. Fewer tourists, fewer parties, more than silly stickers and less of the wonderful Penisflaschenoeffnern.
I've met there an old, old dream. When I was with my parents in Majorca (I must have been about the 12, 13), I wanted a ring, like a cheese Schweiyer was perforated. Uneven, wide. Was too expensive and I did not get it. I never saw another similar. Also not Bali. But in Ubud, there were three hours for 15 € a silversmith course and it was the product no reserve. I knew what to do. Three hours of intensive work, the silversmith was impressed by the result and I've fulfilled my childhood dream really and honestly. Exactly how I wanted it. I even initials engraved. Really proud and happy I am! It's just never too late for a happy childhood!
My time in Ubud should not lead to obesity, so I would not fall completely surfing. So I got up early and went on to two very peaceful jogging tours through the rice fields. You know it so, a stark contrast between the tourist life between all the cheap restaurants in the tourist places and life in the country. The people earn less, are usually very nice to the tourists and I got even cheerfully extended thumb in the air to cheer. My race shops were found obviously considerable and even I was supplied with water, although I had no money.
Back in Kuta Early morning I went back to the waves, which fortunately was the same old happy experience after the waves were moderate and evenly and I wound not in line in the sand board and herumspuelte. I was, I smiled and all was well!
Leo is on course, writes a great love SMS, read and buy and I am very excited as he is progressing well and I wish him only that he will stay just the same on line.
In Ubud I met my American neighbors know David better. He stopped by on my Hoerspielbestand including Anna Karenina and I was glad that I had company for dinner. Time he sat down, could not put his flight earlier so he went to the library every day and waited. In the library I found the following inscription on the shelves: Stealing books will result in bad karma. Protect your next life. David surfing not, he does not snorkel, it does not appear, he does not like too many tourists, no massages and anyway he wants more peace and quiet. The local gamelan music, which one sometimes sees Bach fugues described similar and the dances he can have even more disenchanted with the idea. He has traveled extensively, has retired after a career Marketing in the computer and is used to flush the toilet that does not work and you encounter bedbugs. A long-time traveler, the ranges it is a bit of long-term travel. I too am sometimes unnerved by the ever-giggling neighbors' children who go to school a bit on Sauftour to Southeast Asia and the tuereschlagenden scream tourist who has an Asian wife laughed at that he may have really taken only because of European origin.
I have had stomach problems ever, paying for a meal in the restaurant between one and four dollars, on the road were all the times and only fifty cents. I love the tropical fruits, the rambutans, the root crop, which looks like a potato and peel the one needs. I am especially impressed by huge young coconuts, whose milk we drink through a straw and their meat is ausscharrt.
The traffic is crazy and although I had only seen like surfers on the reef, I felt a borrowed scooter not fully grown. Everything else was too expensive. So even in the sand watching surf clip not. Unfortunately I was not even snorkel, has not occurred. But who knows, maybe I have a chance in Sulawesi. There it is said to be even hotter ...
A pleasant experience was an hour of oil massage for $ 6. And the movies I could not quite resist. Hope for a DVD player in Sulawesi. Hopefully whoever picks me off when I there at night arrive and hopefully, the other volunteers and the project good company. Again a very different adventure!
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