Bali Part 2

  • October 3, 2017

I met Brooke during the virgin weeks of my trip on a train platform six months ago in Italy. We first reunited the following month in the Swiss Alps.

As my trip around the globe nears its end, things are really coming full circle. After just occasional chitchat the past six months, Brooke recently sent me a text inquiring about my current location. Six messages and five hours later, she had a ticket to Bali. Four days later, my trusty Balinese Uber driver Alfonso scooped her up at the airport.

Since her arrival, we’ve dotted around the island to pristine rice paddies, thundering waterfalls, sacred Hindu temples and white sand beaches. As has been the case throughout my trip, a fellow traveler has significantly upped my enthusiasm for typical tourism activities. A photographic selection of our adventures below:

Brooke seems to have a knack for convincing me to do things I would otherwise not partake in (see paragliding in Switzerland). Given that all I’d heard about Bali’s Monkey Palace prior to our visit was that it’s a great place to contract rabies, this outing was proving equally dare devlish. Upon arrival to the monkey infested park, we looked in shock as tourists baited the apes on to their backs with bananas. Upon departure, we looked at the shock on arriving tourists’s faces who witnessed us doing the same.

Regardless of the park’s status as a photography jackpot, I remain skeptical of its safety. “So do I have to do anything about this monkey bite?” we overheard a tourist asking a park employee. I didn’t hear the employee’s response.

For those of you curious about Mount Agung, Bali’s bubbling volcano, I can only update that the mountain has been “hours away from eruption” for weeks. Thoughts on whether the lack of an eruption is a good or bad development for the Island’s 140,000 evacuated locals are mixed. At first glance, the volcano’s continuing calmness seems positive. But considering an eruption is eventually inevitable, the longer Agung waits, the longer the evacuated remain away from home.

As I’m currently writing from above 10,000 feet, it appears I’ve escaped the volcano’s grasp. Our plane is en route to Thailand. And then, in just 10 days, it’s back home to the US. In fact, this is the penultimate post. Stay tuned for one final update on enjoying Thailand’s world class beaches in the thick of monsoon season.