Bali- Ubud in a nutshell – Jan 24-26

Haven’t really felt like writing much over the last several days. We’ve both been a little down, and low on energy. I started writing this post and realized I was totally complaining about this trip of a lifetime. Pretty lame, but I’m going to leave it in, and just add to it. It’s all part of the journey I guess. This post will be long and generalized and cover our time in Ubud.

After a morning session at the gym in Canggu, Nick and Brandon’s driver Putu came to pick me up and hand deliver me to their hotel in Ubud.
In the rain…

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I found them ducked into a little restaurant next door called Warung Lokal.

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Here are some shots of our new temporary residence in Ubud.

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I got a pink scooter, but the roads here are very intimidating. Most are narrow and one-way, except for motorbikes that scoot along the gutters into oncoming traffic. Unlike Chiang Mai, that has wide two-laned one-ways with ample turn-arounds and options for getting where you need to go, here in Ubud if you miss your turn you’re fucked. Driving here is frying my nerves a little bit. I’m surprised I only cried once.

So here’s the biggest surprise for me: I’m not a huge fan of this place, bordering on disappointment. And I feel like such a stuck up, ungrateful, out-of-my-mind, spoiled California girl saying it. But shit, I was visualizing something enchanting. After reading Eat,Pray,Love and seeing the movie, and hearing over a dozen friends talk about this place and how much they LOVE it (friends who I trust their taste in life), I was expecting something…different.
And so it’s true: expectation is the mother of disappointment. Damn it!

Ok, here’s what I do like about Ubud (considering I can’t quite explain what I don’t like): the artistry. Every corner, every crevice, every structure is built like a piece of art. Every home is a temple. The architecture is gorgeous. It’s lush here. The streets feel alive. All the shops sell goods I desperately want to buy to wear or adorn my home with and look at everyday.

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I think I’d like Ubud more if I had more money. There’s not a lot to do here. But there’s a lot to buy. Shopping is doing, so I guess some people keep themselves real busy when they come here. There are so many art shops, tourist shops, sculpture shops, restaurants, and bars. But there’s virtually no street vendors. Getting a meal means sitting down at a restaurant and being served. I sure miss the cheap, fresh, and quick street stalls in Thailand!
There’s a few yoga studios, but those are everywhere in the world. And I’m pretty sure the main one here, Yoga Barn is run by Americans. I tried to make it to a few classes, but kept missing them, or found myself low on energy and decided not to go. I set out for their Tibetan singing bowl meditation one evening and got totally lost and missed it completely.

Nick spent all day Saturday in bed or in the hammock we strung up on our porch.

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He didn’t put his legs on at all. Too painful. It’s definitely frustrating, considering he’s not doing anything extraordinary to cause his legs to blister and split and swell and bleed and refuse to heal the way they are. I mean, how in the world does Oscar Pistorius do what he does?

Sunday wasn’t much different with respect to Nicks stumps. He had to take another full day off of his legs. I piggybacked him outside to the porch, and out front to get lunch and a taxi. We took a cab to get a (piece of shit) wheelchair at the Ubud clinic so we could visit the sacred monkey forest in town.

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The ground is paved, but it’s hilly with uneven cement blocks. It was very difficult to maneuver around there, especially since the wheels were coming apart every few minutes. Nick bought a few bunches of mini bananas and we hung out with the monkeys for an hour or two.

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I don’t really like monkeys anymore. They are smart, devious, vicious little buggers who will attack and steal from humans. I got scared a few times when they would lunge at me (no bananas in hand either).

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The little mohawk-wearing babies sure are cute though.

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I’m not sure who was the bigger attraction: the monkeys or the dude in the wheelchair with no feet.

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Later that evening I went to the Ubud fitness center and did some weight training. Pretty shocking to see a place like this in Ubud.

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And then Nick and I went to the Yoga Barn for kirtan (singing and meditation).

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Okay, now I get it. Yoga Barn isn’t just a yoga studio, it’s a compound, a community within a community. Let’s put it this way: I got lost trying to find Nick and Brandon.

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Bummed I didn’t make it there sooner. Brandon carried Nick across their property, up and down giant stairs, so Nick could join me. Very cool! It felt good to just bliss out for a bit to live music not at a bar.

So, all in all, we both liked Ubud. We could spend a few more days here because I’m sure we missed quite a lot. Oh well, the point of this trip is not to pack our days full and do everything there possibly is to do. Those days are over for us. This trip is about enjoying each others company and making the best of what we can do. It’s a different perspective than we’re used to with regard to traveling. And it’s definitely difficult to be traveling with others. We can’t help but feel bad that our buddy Brandon came all the way to Bali from Guam (24 hours of travel, believe it or not) just to hang with Fener. And “hangin” is about all they’re really doing.
With us, there’s a lot of down time and everything has to happen slowly and deliberately. We’re used to it now that it’s been 2 1/2 years since Nicks accident. But I bet it’s not an easy pace to adopt for those around us. Thank god for good, patient, and persevering friends!

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3 thoughts on “Bali- Ubud in a nutshell – Jan 24-26

  1. What a shame that Ubud didn’t push your buttons. I’m in the camp of “Team Bali” as I loved it so much. The swimming, painting, carving, cooking, etc were just so fab. I even gate-crashed a private beach party and the Aussie families were so friendly.
    Re-the monkeys. I don’t like them and have a fear of them and that is because of Bali.
    When we were outside the Monkey Forest, one of the monkeys, jumped on my head and started pulling my hair. I had long hair then! I panicked and freaked out. Now I see monkeys everywhere!

    • Hey! I want to say thank you for all the comments and likes. I’m not much of a blogger-fan, usually just uploading my stuff and keeping it more as a memoir for myself. So, thank you for appreciating my “labor of love”…. wifi is so terrible here, sometimes it takes 2-4 or MORE hours to get one post uploaded. So, please forgive me for my lack of replying to comments. I read them all, and appreciate every one. And thank you for the nomination. Very cool! Today I had a chance to peak at your blog. You have a cool story too!
      Take care, and I really hope you enjoy your next trip. xoxoo

  2. Thank you so much for and no worries at all. I like what you write which is why I read your blog and I love your fantastic photos and wanted to “share” them. I look forward to reading more of the same LOL!

    P.S. I appreciate it’s difficult out there and I can only admire you both all the more, but thanks once again for replying and taking a peek at my blog 🙂

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