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Making a Trail

Do not go where the path may lead, go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.

After leaving the beach town of Sanur behind, we moved on to the hillside town of Ubud. It’s famous for having beautiful Hindu temples, lush green rice patties, and a surplus of crunchy hippies. It’s where the author of “Eat, Pray, Love,” eventually settled down.

This little town became our jumping off point for a day trip into the Western mountains of Bali. We drove all the way up the hillside to an area called Bedugul. There we visited a temple called Pura Ulun Danu Bratan, which is devoted to the goddess of water, lakes, and rivers.
There were some pretty sweet paddle boats that Mike really wanted to try, but they looked out of commission:
While we were admiring the natural beauty of our surroundings, an Indonesian family surpised us by asking Mike to pose for a picture with their baby. Maybe it’s the beard, maybe us white folk are good luck, or maybe they thought he’s a baby whisperer. It’s pretty obvious that it’s the latter:

After the baby photo shoot (they had us pose with their crying 2 year old daughter, too) we headed to the famous rice terraces of Bali called Jatiluwih. Created out of skill and necessity, these terraces are part farming, part accidental art. We were awestruck, and definitely recommend visiting this region if you’re ever in Bali.
Our last two stops included two temples, one hidden up in the Jungle and one near the main town of Ubud.
The temple hidden in the jungle is very sacred and so we both had to wear traditional dress, which includes stylish sarongs: