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be careful there is a project

The day of my last post I fell in love with an idea and surrendered to it. But I'm still here, I exist.

bonsai cafe

homage to dutch shutters

brooklyn style meets bali at potato head beach club
reminds me of the fairway in red hook
...maybe i'm just homesick

not a bad ass bike....but a cute scooter

(its a rental while my motorbike gets fixed)

abandonded

because breakfast should always come with a cookie on it's very own bamboo tray

sanur

my offering

me

cockroaches of unusual size

and mobility...they fly here. that's right. giant flying cockroaches.

bad ass bike

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welcome to mah new place

bad ass bike...with a basket

monument to the struggle of the people of bali

perfume

the bike i want

more monkeys

great graffiti

food fun

snakeskin fruit – obviously named for its appearance, but the tough looking outer skin easily peels off to reveal what looks and feels like elephant garlic. However the taste couldn’t be more opposite! It is sweet and nutty, like a super crisp pear. Awesome.

Ah. Ubud.

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Where curbs in America are for separation between street and sidewalk, here they are just another place to put a religious statue.

word play

The Indonesian word for “water” is “air” (roll the “r” like in Spanish)

The Indonesian word for “soy sauce” is “kecap” (the “c” is pronounced “ch” so it sounds like “ketchup”)

The Indonesian word for “I’m sorry” is “maaf” (pronounced “mah-aff” like so in my head it sounds like “mah bad”)

some monkeys doing monkey stuff

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Lembongan

A view of the biggest and baddest volcano on Bali, Mt. Agung, from the commuter boat to Nusa Lembongan.

Ya. This is what Bali looked like in my head. Perhaps Bali did look like this once. White sand beaches, crystal waters, lush green mountains, magical cliffs and mysterious caves. And friendly people.

my bike

my place

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Beginning, Middle. End.

I’m not a diary-keeper, a blog writer, a storyteller, or even a good share-er. But I do love order and amongst this chaotic land of Bali it is becoming a necessity that I hold on to something. There are negligible traffic rules (one new friend’s advice before my first motorbike ride-just don’t look back, nobody else does), indefinable directions (nothing is where it is supposed to be and everything has at least 2 names), endless religious celebrations (Hindus make offerings before every meal, Muslims are continually called to prayer) and seemingly limitless core strength (wait for the pics of what these women balance on their heads). Even time itself is not dependable here. I crave structure… and sometimes pasta.

The purpose of this site is simply to share photos and maybe an occasional interesting sentence. Check in with me on your lunch break, or when you want to procrastinate…but not for too long. Comments encouraged.