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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.

I am happy that last night, despite us being zombies from traveling, we decided to go out to eat. It was one of the best meals we have had on the entire trip. Peruvian food is awesome.

We started with ceviche. Fresh, simple, delicious.


Love the sauce options ranging from mild to spicy:

I got the lomo saltado. It was an order win, and such a huge portion I couldn’t finish it all.

Becky’s langostinos con arroz was damn good too.



There are so many good restaurants its hard to choose where to go. Its like being in San Francisco but with less hipsters. We went to a coffee place that looked like a high school science lab.



Nom Nom!

13,000 miles later we’re here. Our original Bali to Hong Kong flight got canceled so we got rerouted through Taiwan. Luckily it all worked out and we made our flight to Lima. We’re a little tired especially because we tried to stay awake on our 12 hour trans pacific flight to get on Lima time. That long flight was more painful than planned because there was constant turbulence, we were in the middle of a four seat row, and there was a serial farter that greatly degraded the air quality.

The 13 hour time zone difference will take some adjusting but it’s nice to be closer to the time zones back home.

As an aside, I don’t think I’ll ever watch as many movies in a 30 hour period than I just did: monuments men, silver linings playbook, some like it hot, anchorman 2, superbad, last king of Scotland, and taken 2.

Best wishes to everyone back home.

Tomorrow is going to be intense. We fly from Bali to Lima, via Hong Kong and Los Angeles. What were we thinking?

In those three flights we have roughly 27 hours of air time with only a handful of layover hours in between. Biggest thing will be making our connection in LAX… No whammies!

Tylenol PM is my copilot.

We’ll let y’all know how it shakes out.



Our tour guide from the other day told us that we had to try Babi Guling while we are in Bali. Babi Guling is roast suckling pig. Naturally, we really didn’t need much prodding. He told us Ibu Oka was a popular spot with tourists. We went the following day.


It was good. Best meal we’ve had in Bali. The soup was so-so but everything else was awesome. Skin was flavorful and crispy and the meat was great with that spicy paste on top of it.




Aside from being delicious, Babi Guling (Bobby Ghouling) is also just fun to say. You’re saying it in your head right now, Babi Guling. Thanks for being delcious little piggies!

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:

Our hotel near Sanur in Bali had a bunch of bikes you could use for free. Becky had the idea to go cruise along the beach boardwalk on them. In large part, this was a good idea.

We saw some fisherman doing their thing:


A guy flying a hilarious penis shaped novelty kite:


And we just got to enjoy the views:


Now, let me preface this next part by saying I don’t fancy myself Lance Armstrong. Not just because I have two beanbags, but because ever since I got hit by a car on my bike in seventh grade I’m pretty much terrified of biking near large vehicles. Like, can’t squeeze a blade of grass between my buttchecks scared. Anyway, I think I got over that fear a little and we had a great ride for about an hour.



Little did I know Becky is the worst adult bike rider I’ve ever met. She crashed into a Swedish dude. Fell inexplicably in a quiet alley. It was funny and endearing. She forgot how to use the brakes so she would slowly glide into stationary objects. When she passed people on the boardwalk she would nervously steer and overadjust again and again, barely missing them. Unfortunately she adjusted a bit too much one time and ended up crashing into the sand. She almost ripped her entire big toenail off when she tried to dig her foot into the edge of the boardwalk. Gross. But she was a trooper, and besides the bruised ego, she even Macgyvered a pretty good field bandage with a maxi pad and her hairband; well done doc.


After the crash, we walked the bikes home and I went and got band aids from the pharmacy. She’s doing a lot better, the toenail will likely hang on, and she should be good to go for Machu Picchu.

I love you babe. Hopefully some day you’ll be the mother of my children, but it’s clear now, I’m going to be the one that teaches them how to ride a bike.

Said someone somewhere in history. I know it’s religious. I respected the rules. I wasn’t menstruating when we visited the temples, but these rules sure were specific and interestingly varied from place to place. The baby teeth thing stood out to me.





…With clown money. The exchange rate is around 13,000 rupiah to $1 so Becky and I are prentending we’re millionaires while we’re in Bali.

Here she is posing with around 5 million rupiah ($400 dollars) 🙂

Making it rain:


Still, if you suspend disbelief its pretty awesome when the ATM spits out 2 million. Or, maybe we’ve just been traveling too long?

We’re happy to be here. Bali is great so far.

We have some blogging to catch up on from Cambodia. It was really intense visiting the killing fields, and a school that was repurposed to torture enemies of the khmer rouge regime. We just needed a few days to let it all sink in.

Best wishes to everyone back home.

P.S. Awesome to see the Trail Blazers break their playoff drought.

The Central Market in Phnom Penh is a huge semi-covered bazaar where you can buy just about anything. There were vendors selling toilet paper, live chickens, fake watches, suits, prom dresses and roasted crickets.







We did a little shopping but didn’t bite on th LV boxers:


After shopping we decided to roll the dice on a few of the food stalls. Our first stop was a booth selling the Cambodian equivalent of Banh Mi, a french baguette filled with freshly grilled beef, some unkown sauce, and pickled veggies. It was so good we ate it before I could take a picture.

Then we tried some noodles grilled with beef. They were pretty good. Added bonus was the dead chicken staring me in the eye while we ate the noodles (see the picture below).



Desert course was next, we went for these donut-hole-like balls.


They were almost as chewy as bubble gum, good but defintely can’t eat more than a couple.

I only had a stomache ache for a day. I consider that a win.