Bali: Travels with Zippy 2
We started our second and last day in Bali by cruising up past the fabled terraced padi fields to a volcano, just letting the atmosphere of Bali soak in. After so long in Jakarta, It’s hard to believe you’re in the same country. I am close to the edge of my sanity, my temper is at a razor’s edge, and I am desperate to get out of Indonesia. But even 48 hours in Bali has random thoughts of retirement here wafting through my tropical-atmosphere-addled brain. It is serene, gentle, tolerant, where Jakarta is hostile, angry, and devoid of courtesy. Bali even smells better. A lot better.
During that first day and the next we ate overlooking the utterly astonishing and legendary terraced fields, rode motorcycles up a volcano, visited a monkey forest where I think I got engaged, toured the famous nightclubs (including the rebuilt Paddy’s where 80 tourists were murdered by terrorists), visited practically empty beaches, bought souvenirs on Poppy’s lanes 1 & 2 (winding back alleys of kiosks, fake anything, T shirts, Viagra, Cialis,
and acid vendors, surf shops, legal magic mushroom stands, bars and the occasional really good restaurant. It was over all too soon.
For everything I have said and will likely say again or more stridently about the abortion of a country that is Indonesia, I love Bali! Enjoy the pics below: