Mathew-Shafe

Finished Kitchen

MathewShafe — Sat, 31 Oct 2009 18:34:00 GMT

Testing the entry system.

Pretext

MathewShafe — Mon, 05 Nov 2007 01:15:00 GMT

This blog was initiated to share a wonderful trip to Bali Indonesia and the Gili Islands which is just off Lombok Indonesia. Seven visitors from Nevada, Singapore, Japan, and California shared a vacation in 2007.

The blog shows up reverse chronologically, last day is first below. First day is last. Or, click on the days individually on the left margin starting Day 1.

A very special thank you to 2 of our travel specialists who helped make this trip happen for us:

1) Phil at Island Promotions who managed the Gili Islands outing: www.gili-paradise.com
islandpromotions@spymac.com

2) Wendy Simon at Pacific Harbor Travel, Santa Cruz, CA whose company arranged tickets to Bali from the US.
They were so much better and flexible than online or direct ticketing. wendy@pacificharbortravel.com, 831-427-5000.

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Day 12 - Oct. 21, 2007

MathewShafe — Sun, 21 Oct 2007 18:33:00 GMT

Day 12, Oct 21 - Departure Day

The next morning, the airport transportation for the first group didn’t arrive at 6:15 am like it was arranged with the agent’s drivers. This was the only problem on an otherwise near flawless trip. Fortunately, the cook and villa driver came and rescued them and got to the airport on time. Later, when Kimiko and I were to leave around 10:30, the drivers showed up – apparently, the 2 separate departure times were confusing and they just came to the second time provided. All was well in the end; Kimiko and I managed to visit the painting artist to photograph him, then send out a few postcards at the airport.

If we stayed much longer, it will no longer be that special place as we’d become too spoiled to adjust back to reality. We also had to awake from our dream. We came for all for some adventure and new experiences, and were satisfied beyond our imagination – and probably a few pounds heavier. We are all very grateful for this short visit to paradise and to all those nice, wonderful people we met!

The first wave leaves for Denpasar airport.

Farewell photo. We will miss the kind people the most.

Day 11 - Oct. 20, 2007

MathewShafe — Sat, 20 Oct 2007 18:22:00 GMT

Day 11, Oct. 20

We awoke to fresh smells after a summer-like rain. We all enjoyed another relaxing breakfast. Mr Julian, our booking agent, visited and asked us how things were going. We made plans with him for the airport transportation the next morning; everyone except Kimiko and I had to leave at 6:15 am to catch a 9:15 am flight. Kimiko and I had a later flight at 1pm.

We all were so impressed with the staff; they were not thought of as servants or staff anymore, but service professionals. We wanted to give the staff a nice tip, and avoid as many middle men handling the tip as possible, so we took up a collection of $20 USD each of the seven, and we presented it to Mr. Oka to distribute since he was the most senior staff member. Mr Oka in turn split the tip evenly among the active staff members – they were very grateful. Mr Oka commented it seemed like we were all family – this warmed our hearts to know he felt this way.

Today’s agenda was a trip to the fancy spa. The Maya Spa and resort was touted as one of the most exclusive and exotic places to visit in Bali. Upon arriving, we were directed on a 5 minute walk across the property to a small jungle-like river canyon where we took a elevator down to the spa area. It was quiet, except for the sound of the waterfalls of the river. People were laying out in the sun, or bathing in the swimming pool. We enjoyed some drinks while we awaited our treatment; I especially enjoyed a cold tomato soup gazpacho. The tab for the 6 of us – non-alcoholic drinks, a salad and soup came to $35 USD. We had stumbled upon US-like prices in Bali.

Cottages hug the jungle cliffs above a river at the Maya Spa outside Ubud, Bali

After our refreshments, we were called up each in couples to our own immaculate private cliff-hanging bungalow, with river water and falls below. Kimiko and I ordered a 60 minute deep tissue massage with 60 minute facials. I figured I’d find out what all this fuss about facials was about, cucumbers over the eyes and mud in your face. I skipped the flower petal bath as it didn’t seem worth the money. Each 60 minute session came to $50 per person, still below typical prices in US and Japan.

I did enjoy the experience, but the first ‘housecall’ massage after the bone-jarring boat ride from Gili Trawangan was the most satisfying for me, probably because I needed it and the price of $20 for 60 minutes made me feel even better.

Tranquil massage cottage at Maya Spa. Sounds of river waterfalls below.

Kaori had skipped the spa and instead went basket shopping where she found some goods to take back to Singapore.

We spent a few more hours shopping in downtown Ubud with Kaori, Tanya, and Alan. With some comparison shopping, Kimiko convinced me to get the abstract painting. I was able to get some price reduction, a cash-price on a credit card, and get it packed up nicely for airline baggage. They delivered the painting to the villa a bit later.

Tanya and Alan had left behind some items costing about $1 at a store; they let Made know and she had a driver bring them from over 30 minutes away. I haven’t witnessed something like this since I was in Japan. They clearly value their visitors, and want them to come back.

We learned some more about life in Bali from the driver, Wyan and one of the staff, Made. Most of the people work several jobs, and some of these jobs have loose or flexible times. Most shops were open early on Saturday and Sunday, but frequently the owner would be out running errands or taking care of other business. Neighbors would watch their businesses. Wyan admitted much of the Balinese work, while it’s long hours, is not so hard. Never have I seen such a sense of low stress in the population, yet they have a healthy balance of skilled industriousness with built-in leisure all with a strong sense of pride. It reflects strongly in their personalities and the way they project to visitors – content, and always willing to help the visitors with a genuine smile.

Our only dinner out in Bali was at a restaurant called “Mosaic”; our driver informed us that it seemed everyone at Villa Kirana dined there at least once. We had to guarantee our reservation with a credit card, something that annoyed me. However, all turned out well. The atmosphere was unbeatable with candlelight walkways and tropical themes. The staff was pretty good at knowing what glasses to use for wines, and when to take our plates, and what to recommend on the menu. We chose between a 6 course menu or a larger portioned 3 course menu. Food quality was excellent and innovative especially for Indonesia. It was like a good San Francisco restaurant that you’d go back to again

Dinner at Mosaics on our last night.

A Carmel Valley Galante Pinot Noir was our last bottle from our stash.

Day 10 - Oct. 19, 2007

MathewShafe — Fri, 19 Oct 2007 18:13:00 GMT

Day 10, Oct-19

The four divers, Par/Elizabeth and Alan/Tanya departed 6am for an island 45 minutes off the southeast of Bali where they found their trip highlight: 4 meter long manta’s gliding above them, and a 2-meter tall mola-mola’s – the fish that just seem like a large swimming head in the ocean. Sometimes they are called sunfish.

Kimiko and Kaori went shopping for Balinese baskets and paintings, then explored pottery studios. A famous type of pottery called “Jungala” caught their fancy enough to take up space and weight on the return luggage. Local baskets bought from the sister of Made came at half the market price. It turns out locals buy their goods down in Denspasar about an hour south for a fraction of the tourist cost, and resell them to their locals, still less than half the ‘tourist price’. Both Kimiko and Kairo capitalized and loaded their return luggage with these baskets.

Kimiko also found a Balinese abstract painting she loved at a local artist studio; I took a quick trip out to inspect the finding. His prices were sky high western style, but the work was fantastic. Never to buy on the spot and suspicious of driver kickbacks, I left the shop to go out and comparison price and research using the high tech tools of Google search. It turned out this artist was becoming rather well known in the world of abstract art – he was recently commissioned by a fancy hotel in Tokyo for a lobby centerpiece. His work stood out from the typical tourist ‘stenciled’ or ‘mass produced’ pieces of souvenir art. I came home that evening wondering if I should trade in portraits of Benjamin Franklin for this abstract artwork.

Abstract artist in Ubud, Bali. Excellent paintings were found in shops.

When the seven of us re-united at the villa later in the evening, and for our last dinner at the villa, the chef had prepared another culinary bombshell: lobster thermador with crepes suzettes – it went so well with our “imported” Sauternes. We were finding it difficult to go out for dinner when the best was at our service, and we had canceled all our evening meals outside the villa except our last night. I was going to miss Mr. Oka's cooking. We were almost like a big family now, all of us.

Alan had his usually fun teasing Kaori, calling her a ‘princess’ of shopping, and Kaori telling him to shut up.

That evening, we started to make early plans to return, including seat selection on Singapore Airlines. I used my laptop from the study, and I also was keeping watch on the volcano in case it might somehow disrupt our return trip transportation flying over or near Java.

That night was restless with strong monsoon-like downpours. The rainy season of late October was approaching, indicating the end of the welcoming weather and signaling for us to return home.

Day 9 - Oct. 18, 2007

MathewShafe — Thu, 18 Oct 2007 17:25:00 GMT

Oct-18, Day 9

We were getting stuffed at breakfast. 2 eggs over easy, I ordered bacon and everyone followed. The last piece was fed to the eager black dog, Amoyia.

All of us, the “Seven in Heaven” made the cultural visits to local religious temples, and all had to wear Sarongs, or skirts. We enjoyed a friendly guide at our second temple. Each temple charged an entry fee, a parking fee, and each small area within each temple asked for donations, and then there were the bathroom fees. At the conclusion, we were dumped into a section of retailers with hawkers galore with cheap trinkets for sale. It was obvious to me temples were just like hawkers markets – they just wanted your money, except the temples were more beautiful.

Temple outside Ubud

Bathing in the temple's spring water brings good luck.

Just in case, I decided to wash my face in the temple waters to bring good luck. Some of us stood in line and took turns washing in the spring waters that originated from the temples grounds. I didn’t have any wishes of myself to request at this temple - I was just happy to be here. However, with all the distance I traveled to remote exotica, I wondered if I finally found the place that could lift the curse of “mediocracy” of the Chiefs since Superbowl IV in 1970.

Temple outside Ubud

All seven travelers wrap themselves in sarongs to visit the religous temple. The "Seven in Heaven".

We enjoyed a nice lunch at a local restaurant; I tried the ham and gruyere sandwich since I was getting more than my palette could handle with spicy Balinese food. My sandwich came with hollandaise sauce in place of gruyere cheese but was still tasty.

A dog (left) and hog (right) greet visitors to a trendy expat restaurant.

We hit the shops that afternoon. During our ride around the west of Ubud, we saw endless craft and woodcarving shops along the road. Men sitting on the floor carving wood logs into sculptures leaving behind wood chips everywhere it seemed. It takes a month to carve a medium sized figure. So many nice things were for sale, it made me dizzy – I had to block it out of my mind. There is no shortage of skilled labor or supply of wood carvings.

Proud wood carving shop owner (right) in Ubud, Bali. Manual labor is everywhere to be seen.

The resident six-sigma blackbelt demsonstrates quality control.

We were in a more rural section, hugging a small creek canyon lined with heavy vegetation. We’d see the roadside used for many things including clothes just dropped into the tops of grass blades. The breeze of the passing cars and motorbikes helped to dry their clothing. The roadside ground was free and put to good use, including the occasional trash dump.

Streets in Ubud, Bali.

We speculated our hired drivers could be getting kickbacks. We noticed tour buses of Japanese in one location. I sported my Iranian nationality upon the price setting introduction– it seemed to work. I hadn’t shaved since I left, so things were in my favor as long as I said nothing. Many didn’t understand where Iran was, so I said Iraq to orient them, their eyes got real big, and then I said the country next to it. In any case, they left me alone and instead concentrated their commercial enterprises on my wife. I did manage to get a nice wood carving of white crocodile wood – I paid too much, but I got him down 25% from asking price, but I still needed to keep my mouth shut more and grunt more.

Baskets for sale in Ubud...

....and baskets at work in Ubud.

Tanya bought wood carved gifts for her nephews, along with a cache of batik cloth.

Kimiko and I witnessed another beautiful sunset and rested listening to electric harp music. Mr. Oka created another masterpiece dinner, including a starter of dill and cucumber cold soup served in cucumber halves; we asked for the recipe. This was followed by some of the tastiest and tender lamb shanks – this all capped another great day.

More photo's from this day below....

                        Hard to fit this size in our luggage.

                                       Rice terraces.

                        Kimiko and Kaori at temple.


                   Statue and carving in temple.

                        Man enough to wear a sarong.

Our guide at the temple. Dentists are probably good here.

         Hawkers push their goods outside temple. Avoid eye contact.

                                            Street in Ubud.

Day 8 - Oct. 17, 2007

MathewShafe — Wed, 17 Oct 2007 18:22:00 GMT

Day 8, Oct-17

The now-usual rooster crow came at 6:30 am, and he got very close to our bedroom. This was one of the few times I ever was ‘awoken into a dream’, especially by a rooster crow. It reminded me of someone who questioned that either we awoke from our dreams to reality, or the dream itself was reality and life was just a dream. I wasn’t too annoyed by the morning rooster, although requesting more chicken from the cook crossed my mind.

Kimiko used the exercise equipment in the room below Par/Elizabeth – both the treadmill and weight machine. The view into the valley field below provided some relaxing inspiration.

Breakfast was banana and pineapple pancakes. No syrup was needed, maybe a touch of butter, but heavenly tasting. The cook made wonderful porridge since 2 of the 7 guests were from Japan.

Worn out from yesterday’s 5 hours of driving and 2 dives, I decided to take it easy today. From the study room adjoining the poolside patio, I organized our photos, got photos copied from Tanya and Kaori, and got caught up on travel diary writing. I really liked this room since it was full of 12-foot high doors, windows, a bookcase loaded with novels,, and a rustic wooden table in the center of a stone floor with throw rug. I could enter and escape quickly out the back door up to my bedroom via an outdoor staircase made of smooth boulders. A daybed with fancy wood carvings provided a resting spot against the back wall that could make this the 5th bedroom. Walls were painted blue-green with teak wood window frames and ceiling planks. A painting hung on the side wall of a beautiful girl with a strong resemblance to my wife, Kimiko.

Updating the blog in the study. Escape doors in the back.

I think I'll make a copy of this study for my next home.

Elizabeth and Tanya took some dips in the pool, while Kimiko, Alan, and Par went to the spa for massage number two. It turned out not as good as the arrival massage. Maybe these were the trainees, and the professionals were doing house calls?

Cooking class started around 11am, and our chef graciously offered to teach the fish cake recipe and technique (made from tuna we learned), along with Nise Goreng – a rice, chicken, and spice dish.

Alan commented at lunch he tripped over one of the bedroom area carpets last night before bed, and decided to roll it up to prevent any tripping during the night. Leaving it rolled up during breakfast, the “invisible staff” came in, surveyed the situation and then removed ALL the carpets from the room.

Some members left for some art shopping in the afternoon. Par, Elizabeth, and I stayed behind to relax.

Evening cultural entertainment consisted of a Balinese style dance and story right in the center of the town of Ubud. The style of dance requires separate movements of fingers, hands, feet, neck, and eyeballs while keeping a consistent posture of the body. No blinking came from the dancer’s eyes during the performance. Music came from approximately 30 bell ringers, flutes, recorders, and gongs. The whole dance was a fabled story, complete with 4 kings, a lion, pirates, monkeys, and a menacing gorilla with banana to feed the lion. The dance interested Kimiko and Kaori into taking private lessons a few days later, and found it extraordinary difficult to even coordinate a basic step. Girls are taught very young to dance since it takes great skill and lengthy practice.

Balinese folk dancers move to bells/gongs/singing. More photo's below.

Dinner was another smash hit: pork with Asian spices, 2 bottles of homemade Rose’ and 1 Pinot Noir. We enjoyed feeding one of the servants dogs, Amoyia, some of the table scraps. Noisy gecko’s surprised us with sharp sounds (Ge’koooo’ Ge’ kooooo’) from the ceiling during the evening, along with the constant buzzing of cicadas high in the trees interrupted with the occasional splash of a large (I mean LARGE) goldfish in the courtyard pond.

Mathew's homemade Cabernet Franc Rose'. Perfect for Bali !

Alan eagerly made banana pancakes batter for the next morning before we all went to bed.

Now, those dancers stuck into our minds that night. Here's more photo's:

Bellringers behind the dancers. Sounds/looks a bit Tibetan.

The Lion enters. Note the "bells" in the foreground, like sugar bowls.

The Lion represents protection in the story.

The gorilla teases an audience member, or was he eyeing me?

The four kings. In Bali, it's four, not three kings.

Hand, feet, head, eyes, fingers, bodies move separately to their individual rythmn.

Looks more fun than aerobics.

Fingers, eyes move separately all with good posture. And no blinking!

....just beautiful to watch and hear the music!

I didn't understand the words, but I somehow knew the finale was nearing.

Day 7 - Oct. 16, 2007

MathewShafe — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 16:31:00 GMT

Day 7, Oct 16

We awoke for a 7am breakfast to the ubiquitous rooster crowing. I could have slept until noon as I was still exhausted, but we had to depart early for another diving session to northern Bali. During the night, flower blossoms were intentionally sprinkled on the stone floors around the villa by the staff. After a nice bacon and egg breakfast prepared by the staff, we left on a 2.5 hour van ride up the north coast of Bali. We got some good view of fields, villages, and dogs – dogs were everywhere.

Unlike Lombok or the Gili’s which were Muslim, the Hindu’s on Bali prized their dogs almost like members of family and society. Most of these dogs were muts, but all had a common medium-size muscular body build, short legs, and pointy heads and ear. Each house usually owned 2 dogs, and their job consisted of guarding property. While one dog was on guard duty, the other would go about its business trotting alongside the roads like it had some agenda or appointment to make. They’d look both ways before crossing an intersection; it was almost like a dog lane next to the people cars and motor bikes, with the exception of women with baskets on their head walked alongside. Even dogs got carried on motor scooters, sat in the gas station attendants’ chairs, guarded businesses, and sometimes a dog lunch meeting was observed usually around a trashpile. If space aliens visited, they might have a hard time determine who runs the place.

When a strange person (like one of us) walked around in the neighborhood, the dogs almost like burglar alarms would give us the old “woof, woof, woof!” or an angry “Grrrrrrr, rrrrr, rrrrr” at each home we passed. They didn’t bark when familiar neighbors walked by.

Balinese dog chases me out of an unattended shop.

Balinese dog off guard duty running errands; next stop is lunch.

The narrow roads could not accommodate 2 wide trucks passing, and the driver would pass everyone going slower by honking and crossing over to the oncoming lane and sometimes making the oncoming motor bikers move out of his way. Everything was transported on this road, so there were numerous slow trucks that had to be passed.

An interesting landmark appeared: a 30-foot long statue of an elephant outside a restaurant or store, and it was supported by a earth mound below. Either intentionally or not, the elephant seemed to be tired or exhausted and resting its weight on the earth mound below. It reminded me of how I felt last night before bed.

A landmark on the road to the Island's north side.

Rice terraces on Bali.

Passing numerous Hindu temples, we crossed through rice fields and terraces on the mountains, enjoying some spectacular views. Reaching the north side of the island, it was a desert with cactus and lacked the vegetation we saw on the south end near Ubud. The volcano stood majestic to our south, with several plumes of smoke about 1/3 the way up which we speculate were active vents. We crossed lava flows until we saw signs saying “Diving here” and “Hotel with Internet”.

The volcano on Bali seen from the dry north side of the island.

I learned we were going to dive on a wrecked ship, the US Liberty. It was hit by a torpedo in World War 2 in January, 1942. It was beached here until 1963 when the volcano erupted and the seismic movement rolled the ship over and into slightly deeper water submerging it from 4 to 95 feet from the surface. It’s one of the most accessible wrecks in the world, and perfect for divers and snorkeling. We walked 200 yards along a black volcanic rock beach, lined with hawkers trying to sell the tourists T-shirts, kites, and jewelry.

"Base Camp" at the Us Liberty Dive. Hawker (right) gets into the picture.

Good posture pays. Double tanking for the US Liberty Dive.

We had a snorkel guide who showed us the way to the wreck. We swam out maybe 2 minutes, and just like those Titanic images on the Discovery Channel, the outline of the ship appeared in the clear water. I was still surprised how close to the surface it was resting. I dove down twice and grabbed its encrusted hull.

With the top just 6 feet below the surface, the US Liberty is now a fish hotel.

US Liberty of north coast of Bali.

A diver allows a cleaner shrimp to clean the inside of his mouth.

Our guide brought a muffin, which we originally thought was his snack, which he put it in a plastic bottle and fed the fish. The fish here were much larger than in Gili. It was like they were on growth hormone or steroids. The angel fish were the size of dinner plates. The black or grey fishes were about 2 feet long, 1 foot high, and 3 inches thick and swarmed around us. Their mouth could swallow any of my fingers. Our guide told us to never touch them, and never hold your fingers out – keep them in fists to avoid attack. It was a bit frightening to me with the large and newer mean-looking fish, so I put my hand safely in my pockets of my swimming shorts to take no chances. The current was very strong, and we spent maybe 90 minutes exploring the wreck from above and fish around, and then went in for lunch when I saw Par and the other divers ashore, their air tanks exhausted. As we waded ashore; we were again accosted by hawkers trying to sell us trinkets. What do we pay them? Buried treasure we found? Should we go back in and capture a fish? The thought crossed my mind they need to do something about this problem – give street vendors licenses and put them in one spot. I’m more likely to buy a souvenir and more likely to have cash once I dry off and get my things together. Indonesia is still developing, and will no doubt cross this bridge later.

Somewhere up top, the snorkelers skim the surface.

The second dive was away from the wreck, just off the restaurant. We saw what appeared to be a sunken airplane; I believe it was a reef cage of metal made to look like an airplane to attract tourists. In any case, this was a great last dive for us – endless fish, schools of hundreds of new and unusual fish, soft corrals waving in the ocean current with small fish making homes in almost every space. The guide picked up a starfish, let the girls hold it, then he put it down on the bottom upside down. We watched in fascination as it righted itself over in about 2 minutes.

We headed back to Ubud with the driver kindly stopping for us to take a few photos of the rice fields, terraces, and statues. I practiced taking photos from the moving van by swiveling the camera to take away the motion blur – it kept me entertained going for the 2.5 hours or so plus I got a few ‘drive-by-shooting’ images along the roadside.

Elizabeth, who stayed behind, greeted us with gimlets and gin and tonics. We watched the orange ball sun set over the valley. We listened to timeless jazz from Stan Getz, the sultry voice of Madeline Peyroux, and magical electric harp music of Hillary Stagg.

Relaxing at the end of the day back at the villa.

The kitchen started getting a well-deserved good reputation for seemingly always perfuming the air with exotic smells around dinnertime.

Dinner tonight was fantastic again, a bit too spicy for me – chicken, etc. We had the Ahlgren Semillon and Dai-Ginjo sake Kimiko brought from Japan. We retired to our usual outdoor poolside patio overlooking the valley. I fell asleep at 9 pm – each night, I was going to sleep earlier. Par and Alan stayed up later and listened to a distant Balinese music from the rice valleys below. In our bedrooms, we found fragrant cinnamon incense burning inside low-profile containers either under our beds or behind our dressers – again, put there by the invisible staff.

Day 6 - Oct 15, 2007

MathewShafe — Tue, 16 Oct 2007 01:56:00 GMT

Day-6, Oct-15

We awoke to dawn at 5 am. Repacking was a chore of 90 minutes. At 7 am, the meeting time, Putoo our captain met us promptly. Unlike other islanders, Putoo seemed to have his act together when it came to tourists. He remembered all our names; he offered to carry things to and from the boat. He offered breakfast onboard, even from one of his crewmen. Today, we had 5 crewmen for 3 passengers. Either counting was an inherent problem here, or they had nothing else better to do and came along and observed the interaction with the 3 tourists. We learned more about Putoo on this second trip. He stayed up past 1 am and watched the Evander Hollyfield boxing fight from Moscow. I thought Hollyfield must have been too old to be a fighter. Putoo then said he got up at 6am, cleaned the house, did laundry, and got the boat ready for us. He was 36 years old, said he was happy with life, and said he rarely got upset or angry at anything anymore.

Wanting to economize my time and eat breakfast enroute, I ate one of the crewman’s breakfasts as it was offered by Putoo as an ‘extra’ (later, I found out he made this as a concession to be kind or was simply another counting problem). It was spicy chicken, with sweet beans, a few vegetables, peppers, and rice at the bottom. The meal was wrapped in paper, and I began to eat like a taco the rice and beans just with my mouth. Putoo gestured me to eat with my hand, I then made the mistake of easting with my left hand (not my right) and amused the crewmen. It was mildly spicy, but fulfilling.

5 crewmen for 3 passengers. They seemed to enjoy the experience.

We stopped at a different location on Gili Air today, the 5 crewmen and ladies departed for a breakfast on the island. Under the presence of the nearby Lombok volcano, I snorkeled off the boat hoping to find the treasure of aquatic life from yesterday. But, I just found giant blue starfish and one nice spot of coral with fish teaming. I struggled with Par’s camera - he let me graciously borrow it again. The breakfast party took more than an hour on Gili Air, mostly by the concept of ‘island time’ – meaning no hurry by the servers, thus eating up precious time as we had to get back by 10 am to settle charges, and load the boat for Bali. We had time enough only for 15 minutes at our favorite location. I decided to push it to 20 minutes since 15 seemed too short. Kimiko brought some bread slices from their breakfast, so we used it to attract the fish – it really wasn't necessary.

Blue starfish off Gili Air

We had a great time snorkeling and playing with the marine life, and the usually aggressive clownfish came up and almost faced me off protecting his territory. I used the camera to capture some, but literally the fish were blocking the lens.

Fish tornado off Gili Air

Life off Gili Air. Clownfish on Patrol (lower right).

After 20 minutes, I got everyone out and we made a beeline for home base on Gili Trawangan and arrived at 10:05 am to make a 11 am departure on the larger boat. After all the hustle, it turned out the land phone lines were dead on the island and we could not settle and pay our charges by credit card, which amounted to $450 for 4 nights accommodation, breakfasts, and transportation to/from Bali. This alone would be only 1 night’s hotel room charge for oceanfront on Hawaii taxes not included. This was well worth it, extremely exotic, and fulfilling. Little did I know what lie ahead in Bali.

The crossing from the Gili’s to Bali was a rough one. We had 18 people onboard from different places and ages, the boat about 30-40 feet long had two 250 horsepower outboard motors. Kimiko and I found a spot near the bow, but were inside and covered. . Choppy whitecap waves hitting the bow gave those seated upstairs some spray. However, the problem was the constant jarring, like being on both a roller coaster and rodeo bull at the same time. Using GPS, I read the speed was about half the capable full speed. The captain was going slower to avoid too much discomfort. It felt like being inside a metal lunchbox that would be repeatedly slammed onto a table. After an hour of this, the chop changed to large swells of 8 feet, and it felt like the floor fell out on us each time we crested. Several times, we had to stop the motor and ride out a series of waves, the captain steering us as best he could through them. People got sick (not in our group fortunately). My arms had to stay next to my body as the slamming force kept them there. People could not walk, except during a few pauses in the waves. Par saw a shark fin on the surface and some dolphins. I also saw a shark fin, but decided not to say anything during the violent part of our journey as it was hard to even talk. On this 3 hour crossing, thoughts drifted to the seven of us getting tossed, and I wondered if we got shipwrecked, how we’d survive and who would be Gilligan.

The rough boat crossing to Bali makes walking difficult.

Once we got closer to Bali, the sea smoothed out and we were moving at full throttle. 2 hours, 45 minutes after departure, we arrive back at the same spot in Bali. The same small launch boat ferried people and luggage to the dock. Hawkers were again awaiting us, but were not nearly as aggressive since we were no longer ‘newcomers’ with our evident tans from the Gili’s.

We tried to settle our bill again with Manta, but here again the land phone lines were down. We were kindly welcomed by a French person who transported us to Ubud, about 45 minutes north of the small port. We did see the ubiquitous KFC and McDonalds in Bali. Harley Davidson rear window signs and stickers seemed to be coveted by many. As we got closer to Ubud, our destination, we started seeing some stone work that was amazing. Stores with statues carved from stone lined the streets; it was solid statues for 2 blocks at one location which seemed to be the obvious headquarters for statuary.

As we pulled off the ‘main road’ and got closer, the roads were full of potholes. Upon arrival at Villa Kirana, we were greeted by a friendly staff which numbered 10 and villa manager who showed us around. We were speechless; the photo’s in the travel magazine and website did this place no justice. Indoor and outdoor stones patios, decks, koi ponds, rock gardens, waterfalls, an infinity pool, stone walking paths and walls, accent lighting – all were impeccably arranged. Teaming with sculptures, carvings, and paintings, no detail had been overlooked. Even the doors were works of art.

Arrival at Villa Kirana

Tanya/Alan's suite above, the study below.

The bedrooms were all comfortable. Tanya/Alan got the room above the pool, Par/Elizabeth got the room overlooking the valley. Kimiko and I went for the room near the front door with marble outdoor bathroom and rock garden. Kaori got the room above us with the artwork.

The infinity pool

I felt like I was living inside one of those fancy travel destination magazines that sat on the front table – some had articles on this very place. And this was just the beginning. The staff, which included the #2 staff person, Made (pronounced Ma-day) were at our service constantly, even when we did not know it. Lights were turned off and on, beds turned down and we didn’t see anyone enter the rooms.

Bedroom overlooking valley

Villa Kirana grounds

I started rumors of secret passages the staff used; it wasn’t too far off, the place was teaming with garden paths and walkways, so there was always an alternate path for the servants to use and stay out of sight. I later found these very paths useful myself to get around the villa quickly.

Relaxing after the boat crossing to Bali

Living room with about 8 open doors

As if this wasn’t decadent enough, a staff of 4 masseuses were awaiting us and each gave us an hour long massage by the pool or in the bedroom. Top quality house-call massages here put us back only $20 each. Particularly interesting was the added scalp massage and chest or breast massage, the later probably would have risked a lawsuit if it were in the US.

Staircase leading up to two other master suites.

Foyer inside Villa Kirana

The cook, Mr Oka, prepared a special Indonesian meal. Shrimp with red sauce, vegetables, and some type of fish cakes with spices were something where we demanded the recipe. We opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio and sparkling wine we brought. We ate up, and left little to remain, then discussed with the cook about the next day’s breakfast and dinner. We told him to serve a larger quantity of food since we were hungry westerners. We agreed on Balinese food the next night – the chef seemed to always have a very good sounding meal planned. We later pleasantly learned Mr. Oka’s skill in southeast Asian and western food made him rank as a top quality restaurant chef.

Exotic spice smells perfumed the air outside the kitchen

The kitchen staff - Made (left), Mr. Oka, the head chef (right) who made the most fabulous meals.

I was overwhelmed by the place, and had trouble processing all this “new information” and making sense out of it. On top of that, I had full day rising at 5 am , 2 snorkel dives, a total of 3 boat crossings - 2 in the morning to/from Gili Air, and the violent 3 hour crossing to Bali, then the impact of this luxury villa along with a full meal. I fell asleep in the chair at 10 pm relaxing with our friends. That night, I had one of those nights where I had a series of seemingly endless, long dreams – I almost felt 10 years older when I awoke.

Sunsets south of the equator - Bali, Indonesia

The doors were works of art in the Villa.

Day 5 - Oct 14, 2007

MathewShafe — Mon, 15 Oct 2007 00:49:00 GMT

Day 5 – Oct 14

No mosque chants during the night I can remember, and morning was peacefully quiet with the now-usual roosters, goats, and birds, and the winds in the palms.

Today, the dive parties split up. The 4 scuba divers were going farther offshore, which was not good for snorkeling. The usual 10am departure time was moved up to the non-Ramadan holiday time departure of 9 am. The diving parties were not informed of this and still expected a 10 am departure. Fortunately, one of the dive operators named Rebeca found Kimiko and I just before 9 am, and we split up to quickly find the divers who were breakfasting nearby. They just made it out at 9:15 am.

Kimiko and Kaori found a charter from a gentleman by the name of Putoo. For $50 for the half day, his crew of 3 manned a glass bottomed boat for our use. We departed at 9:30 am. Putoo was skilled in using the sarong, or cloth, to keep the sun and water spray off his body. He said please come back again to our islands and visit, valuing our tourism. I made a note to myself that this native islander seemed to understand how the world works. Sometime during the expedition, I was offered marijuana again by the crew which I politely declined. I guess out here almost alone in the ocean off the Gili’s, there’s no police.

We snorkled off Gili Trawangan, then off Meno Wall to see turtles, and then went onto Gili Air where we found a dreamworld of aquatic landscape and life. Gili Air seemed less traveled and the fish were very friendly – they would swim up to us to investigate – and Kimiko found a blowfish hovering off the bottom coral. When I wiggled my finger, the fish seemed to be attracted and swarmed around me like a tornado. I wish I had a camera as nobody would believe me, but Kimiko was there and saw it all. The fish tornado then left me and swarmed around her. I felt like a 6-year-old who made their first trip to an amusement park. Unfortunately, we had to get back to a lunch appointment I had made previously on Gili Trawangan . So we had to depart this treasure with only a 30 minute dive. I told myself “I’ll be back” – this was worth flying 8,300 miles to see and experience. On our short journey back, through some high waves and water splashes, I started to think how to come back here. Kimiko and Kaori all felt the same as I, and we started brainstorming together. We decided we had time enough in the morning for a final dive before the Mahi Mahi departed at 11 am for Bali. This meant getting up at 5 am and packing - a small price to pay I thought. I paid Putoo for the charter for the day, tipped him an extra $5, then asked if he’d go out tomorrow. After he said he would, I then said early, 7 am and to only go to Gili Air, and he readily agreed.

We lunched to the Indonesian food, and were pleasantly surprised by the tasty vegetables in coconut milk curry sauce, the shrimps in a red sauce, and the spicy chicken.

In the evening, we had the usual gin and tonics off Alan/Tanya’s porch, and with just a few much less inspired mosque calls, then we all had fruit drinks then dinner at Scallywags. A crazed wealthy renown “bad boy” white man from Jakarta came up to Kaori while she was alone and made an extremely overt pass, asking her out loud in front of everyone to “join him” (we won’t say the word’s used here) on his double-hulled yacht anchored offshore. This was countered with a blunt rejection from Kaori. I had my Indonesian lobster for dinner – sweet and tender. Kimiko had a trout. The others had steak which was fabulous tasting and a good meal to cap off the Gili Island’s part of our voyage.

Day 4 - Oct 13, 2007

MathewShafe — Sat, 13 Oct 2007 23:55:00 GMT

Day 4, Oct 13

Day break came with bird, rooster, and goat noises, and a slight breeze through the palms which sounded a bit like the surf. The mosque chants seemed to also be on vacation now. Kimiko got up early and went running and made some friends in the businesses. The normally busy streets were empty this morning, and a few people had their best clothes for the end of Ramadan.

Commuting on Gili Trawangan

We found a place for breakfast, had nice unfiltered coffee with fried egg. Most locals were out on holiday, a few left behind – either highly paid (like our boat workers) or forced to work due to penalty we speculated from the attitude of our breakfast server.

Our 1st dive was off Shark Point. This was on the western side of the island, and on our boat ride out, we saw the towering 10,000 foot volcano on the island of Bali in the distance. It looked a bit like Mount Fuji from this 30 mile distance and was quite a spectacle. It last erupted in 1963 killing 1,000 people. I read that if you climb it, you must start at midnight as it clouds up quickly in the daytime.

The 10,000 foot Bali Volcano lies between the onlookers

After they let the divers go, Kimiko and I went in with snorkels. I immediately saw a 4 foot long shark cruising below us at a depth of 15 feet. I tried to signal to Kimiko “Shark! Shark!”, but she missed it. Seeing a shark in the wild is much different than the aquarium, the feeling is that I am a visitor in its world/territory and not too welcome or a nuisance to it. Well, after this experience, all the small fish looked boring- I had to find more sharks. A green sea turtle gracefully fluttering its legs swam by us. Thankfully, turtles don’t swim as fast as sharks, so we got a good extended view.

We came ashore and found Kaori. She was flown into Lombok and driven and boated up to Gili. We now had everyone in our clan of seven.

Kaori joins us a day later

We ordered lunch from the restaurant patio, the gentleman we ordered from behind the bar seemed to easily get confused with adding. Like the John Belushi/Dan Akroid SNL “Cheeburger” skit, we ended up sounding (chanting?) out each item repeatedly to indicate quantity. After 20 minutes, nothing seemed to be happening to our food order, and our next dive time was approaching. Several inquired about our lunch, the gentleman we ordered from said it’s gotten very busy and he hadn’t started it yet. Two other parties also had not received their food. There is the concept of ‘island time’ meaning time is just a suggestion or guideline not to be followed. This goes for our dive time and food service. After another 15 minutes, food started coming out, not exactly what we ordered, and we found it was mixed up with other orders. Probably all prepared by a 9-year old boy in the backroom. I was starved, so Alan gave me half his chicken, lettuce, and tomato sandwich, Kimiko shared most of her Nise Goreng (chicken and rice) with me. I went up later to pay, nowhere was it written down what we ordered. We filled out the ticket ourselves – again, the honor system. While it is not efficient and very confusing, and not customer friendly, the gentleman behind the bar to his credit apologized profusely to me for the order being late (I never got mine), and said it was too much at once for them to handle, which was a grand total of probably 3 separate orders. I smiled and said I was on vacation and not in any hurry. We shook hands, and he promised to take good care of us later. I ordered the Indonesian lunch for the next day, to which they seemed to be proud I took an interest. I felt good in a way – at home, I’d be all over them and irate. But like the shark today, I am in their territory and visiting, so I’d better be thankful that I am even here to experience it or I could be bitten.

Later, we learned in their native language, that repeating a noun did not imply quantity like in English. For example, "Water, Water" would not mean 2 waters, but in their language it would mean "ocean" or "lake". For verbs it's similar: "Jarang" which means "to walk" in Balinese, but "Jarang, Jarang" in Balinese means "to go around town", not a "hurry up" like implied in English meanings. No doubt our word repetition ordering lunch confused them. We might have accidentally said something like "We'll just go around the ocean" when we really wanted to order 2 waters quickly. Lost in Translation missed out - this was much funnier.

The 2nd dive was in shallow coral for us, an endless aquarium of parrot fish and angle fish. Schools of smaller fish would come and rain around us. We drifted maybe a mile or so, I had trouble with fog in my mask which I brought from the States. My mask consisted of prescription lenses. Later, I learned Kimiko’s could spit into the mask and it kept it from fogging. My spit wouldn’t work for some reason.

Par let me kindly borrow his camera, I couldn’t see what I was shooting, so I just ‘shot from the hip’ with lots of frames, 98 total, hoping to capture this experience on digital film. Most of them were bad, except a few body shots of Kimiko and Kaori.

Leaving the boat, Tanya slipped and made a hard fall near the engine with her ankle. Later, it would swell up and turn black. However, it did not stop her from diving or other activities, with the possible exception of an interruption during her massage later in Bali.

Today was nice and cool – no A/C required. Windy in the afternoon, white caps coming in from 2nd dive made the landing difficult.

Hookahs on the Beach

Dining at “The Beach House” restaurant, which was essentially a seafood grill, Par ordered a tasty 750 gram Indonesian lobster. These lobsters had no large front claws – the meat was all in the tail, and the butterfly cut was done before grilling, and they put some tasty garlic-butter sauce on them.

Walking home on “the strip”, we had pitch black skies full of stars. The place on the night horizon where the water meets the sky is hard to find since both water and sky are almost black – you have to see where the stars disappear, and that is the water. I did see on the eastern horizon, a faint glow, maybe the width of my outstretched hand. It was like a large city of 500,000 or more was 100 miles away to the east. However, there was nothing in this direction except maybe a few very small islands. I figured this light must be the Zodiac light – it comes from the solar system disk where all the planets were formed and still has a small amount of dust present that glows from the sunlight. I’ve never seen it before, and only in places like this have I heard it’s visible. Overhead, we saw a bright Milky Way galaxy. I spent 45 minutes trying to photograph it with a 30-second extended exposure from my camera.

The Milky Way bands across the night sky

Day 3 - Oct 12, 2007

MathewShafe — Fri, 12 Oct 2007 20:37:00 GMT

Day3, Oct 12
We awoke at Hotel Indigo and were driven down to the boat docks near the eastern side Kuta where we’d catch a fast transport to the Gili Islands . On our way, we enjoyed seeing a small family on a motor scooter. The 2-year old child was sandwiched in backward between its mother and father – some car seat. The child had these big eyes looking at us with wonder on his face.

Commuting Kuta style

Crossing a bridge onto Serangan Island (also called Turtle Island), it got noticeably trashier everywhere. Finally we reached the boats – a very primitive and filthy place overall, and interestingly, a freshly white painted building sported a sign pronouncing this was the “Royal Bali Yacht Club”. The only thing “Royal” about it was the blue colored lettering on their sign. Despite the unsightly muck, friendly people greeted us, asked where we were from (my first mistake was to open my mouth), I asked to take a photo of a kid with corn cob. Then, this greeting party went through a metamorphosis and turned into pushy trinket sellers equipped with beads and turtle carvings. I felt obligated to buy something from the woman with the child (my second mistake was to say “How much for this?” - I was robbed for $10 and hounded repeatedly as I helplessly waiting for something to happen so we could load our luggage onto the boat. One gentleman put a turtle carving on my thigh; trying to confuse me into thinking it was a gift to gauge my interest. Back to my first mistake – asking where you are from; this technique was used to set a price well in advance of the sale. They know a bit of Japanese, and my wife’s nationality no doubt increases the price. Mine, well, if I don’t say anything, they can’t tell I am from the US which is also bad for price. I figured I should say I am Iranian in an accent, which would no doubt make them go to someone else and not waste their time with me, or at least counter the Japanese uplift.

Greetings on the docks on Serangan Island.

Finally, we got ferried out by a small boat with an engine that sounded like a weedeater. The much larger powerboat, called the “Mahi Mahi” would make the long crossing to the Gili islands just off Lombok. A frightening sight for us, we passed a small boat with 4 fishermen, and 1 was wearing a white motorcycle helmet. The fish here must be dangerous, perhaps a cross between steel nose and those flying fish.

Fishing while wearing motorcycle helmets; what kind of fish requires this protection?

The crossing was almost 3 hours, and with my GPS tracking our progress and speed, it relieved some of the boredom. It got bumpy in the open channel as we left the island of Bali behind, and the boat kept slowing on the rough waters. When asked how much longer to Gili, I always said “about 30 minutes”. It got to be a joke after awhile. I got a strong back massage lying down and leaning my back against the wooden boat railing – the ocean chop pounded into by back and felt good in a way.

Alan and Tanya Ice on the top deck of the Mahi Mahi.

Gili Trawangan, our destination came into sight. It was about a mile long, and half mile wide. This island paradise was the most remote island in a 3 island chain from the island of Lombok, which itself was removed from the more commercial island of Bali, which itself was a remote island for Indonesia, and Indonesia is a remote corner of the world – so 5 remotes total ensured total isolation. I was away from it all, and did not expect to see Starbucks here.

After 8,300 miles, we approach our destination - Gili Trawangan.

We waded ashore to a large sign with a sunbathing woman’s silhouette saying “No naked in this swim area”. Being visitors, it’s nice they come out and say what they don’t want the decadent infidels to do on their land; I can think of how this instructive spirit might be helpful in other places. No cars were on this island – only bikes and pony-drawn carts. There was only one road (‘like the ‘strip’) on the eastern side of the island, with small shops, huts, and restaurants lining the road. No police were on this island, which we believed to be a good sign of an uncorrupted society.

Our rooms were not ready yet, so we went for lunch. We went to Cocos where many ordered bacon lettuce, and tomato with fried eggs baguettes, I ordered the vegetarian quiche. All were tasty. Eating an uncooked salad leaf, I took a risk – it turned out fine. Looking across the blue water channel to the next island, we saw the white sand shores of Gili Meno. The boats in the channel, consisting of dive parties and people ferries to Lombock, seemed to be in no hurry.

We checked into our bungalows. Surrounded by beautiful flower gardens, these bungalows were almost works of art in themselves: an elevated wood teak planked floor, with carved wood ribbed joists supporting a straw roof. The bungalow contained a queen sized bed with a back door leading to a step-down outdoor bathroom area with 10-foot high walls. From the bathroom, the palm trees towered over, the shower area was fashionably lined with volcanic stones and rocks. The exotic but comfortable atmosphere came devoid of telephone, TV, or internet. Reading the room guide, they wisely did not allow smoking in the room due to the flammability of the bungalow; a said fire extinguisher was to the right of the front door – I found this was missing in the bungalows. The refrigerator was well stocked, but later to be found with the thermostat turned all the way down and unplugged. The bedside table had a defective power cord that had to be wiggled to get light – now where was that fire extinguisher? The room had a Japanese style A/C hanging on the wall with remote control. Running water was not always coming out of the faucets; we had to get the staff to turn on the pump to hoist water up into the water tower since there was no automatic water level switch to know when the water tower gets low, and the staff seemed unable to anticipate the tank getting low when people come back from dives to shower off.
I befriended the only 24-hour staff person, Ismail, maybe 12-15 years old who worked in the place. Later, he’d help us deal with the local merchants as there was an ‘honor’ system of rentals of gear – you just told them where you were staying, and you needed no deposit or paperwork. Ismail help us with some repair work later with Kaori’s lights.

Fortunately, they have air conditioning.

While renting snorkel and fins across the street, the teenage boy renting us the equipment asked where we were from, and not wanting to repeat this mistake of saying where I was from before the price was presented, I simply told him “Santa Cruz” to try and throw him off, then he shockingly offered us marijuana. I don’t know if it was coincidental or he knew the reputation of our little paradise on the Central California coast. I suppose the lack of police on this island makes them brave to challenge their death penalty.

The island was teaming with people from Australia, New Zealand, Sweden, Germany, and a few from Korea, Japan, and France. Not many if any Americans. The dive center seemed to be run by 20-somethings out of Australia and was very laid back.

A dive group returns. Gili Meno opposite shore. Lombok mountains in background.

Another group filling the island was the feline nation of cats. The island is full of inbred cats resulting in crooked tails. At our dive center alone, the scrawny cats would meow constantly at us for food. Where are the dogs? The Muslim influence here shunned the dogs, thus the cats. It seemed out of balance, and Par was allergic to cats.
Our 1st Dive that afternoon was a packed boat, wonderful water, coral, and fish. A bit of a dream world - the water was crystal clear, the coral bright and alive, and on the surface white sand beaches framed the warm blue waters between the islands.

The "port" or transit center on Gili Trawangan.

After showering, we enjoyed gin and tonics from the deck of Alan/Tanya’s bungalow, then had dinner at a place called Scallywags. We ordered every small plate on the menu to the surprise of the staff. They managed to bring almost all out at once. We saw places where you could sit on an elevated mat above the beach, get drinks and watch movies. Even a place with Hookah’s on the beach. We saw these signs for “magic mushrooms” – again, is this due to no police on the island?

Pony driven taxis greeting new island visitors.
No motorized vehicles on the Gili Islands

An evening parade/procession came down the streets- people with lanterns and torches, a loudspeaker being carried on a gondola with pounding drums taking up the tail. It seemed it was a local-inspired ceremony. We couldn’t make out the words coming form the loudspeaker, but wondered. We stayed out of their parade and just watched.

All afternoon, evening, and middle of the night, the local Mosque calls came through our thatched roofs. It was the end of Ramadan, and passion echoed from the preacher’s voice. Par later commented that he could not understand a word, but the tone seemed almost angry or hateful - not poetic or musical.

Day 2 - Oct 11, 2007

MathewShafe — Thu, 11 Oct 2007 18:42:00 GMT

Day 2 - Oct 11, 2007
I stayed on the plane in Hong Kong – a familiar place for me – both the city/airport and now the plane - and the flight resumed in 90 minutes to Singapore. For me, this was my first time into Singapore, so here on out, uncharted waters lie ahead. This flight was much less crowded, and I switched seats to a window with nobody next to me, tried the GPS part of my phone in-flight but was unsuccessful. I landed Singapore 3 hours later, and pleasantly found my wife on Skype; I called her on my cell phone, and arranged a meeting time and place at the airport. I then called Par, confirmed the meeting time/location.

At approximately 2:30 pm, the whole group less Kaori met for the first time; Alan and Tanya from Reno, Nevada; Par and Elizabeth from Singapore; Mathew and Kimiko from Santa Cruz, CA. We all shared in a coffee and bought a couple more wine bottles. Upon leaving Singapore, I spotted a few others who came over from San Francisco. One woman was headed for Bali, and started out in Detroit earlier. We assisted her with the paperwork as she seemed very inexperienced at travel and was frightened. I noted on the customs declaration form for Indonesia that drugs results in ‘Death’. Interestingly, it didn’t say death from the hands of the State or the effect of drugs itself. I carefully checked the box saying I wasn’t carrying any illegal drugs, as I packed a very extensive medical kit copied over from the Lonely Planet guidebook– I found it to be the most paranoid travel guide.
Flying over the Indonesian archipelago at sunset, we saw our first “I’ve never seen that before” – a volcano in the distance with the steam/smoke plumes like a mushroom silhouetted against the red post-sunset sky. I later learned this was Mt. Kelud on the island of Java, it was showing signs of am imminent eruption and the government ordered evacuations.

With my new GPS gadget attachment to my phone, I was able to track the planes location, and as we approached Bali, the city lights showed the destination against the dark ocean below. It was dimly lit, almost a calm appearance in this remote part of the world, with no signs of brightly lit shopping centers, auto malls, or commercial centers. If they had Starbucks, it would be by candlelight.

We were greeted by a gentleman who expected our arrival; he took our passports with some cash and disappeared while we got our luggage. He returned with our passports with a full page taken up with a visa. We’ve noticed the poorer the country, the larger their visa, perhaps an expression of self-importance. The same gentleman arranged customs for our imported liquor; we never found out if the tariff paid actually went to the government, or was simply a bribe to the agents. Considering the manner they behaved, it most likely was the later.

Exchanging currency, I cashed in $750 US for over 6 million rupiahs. The smallest bills were 100,000 rupiahs worth roughly $10 each, so I received a rather large stack of bills, approximately 2 inches high which I quickly buried in my travel pouch.

Two pre-arranged drivers transported us to Hotel Indigo – a charming boutique hotel, and were greeted with a refreshing cold drinks, like a fruit tea. Kaori was supposed to arrive several hours later on the late flight from Singapore, but the hotel desk informed us he got a call from her 10 minutes earlier, and it seems she missed her flight. She would leave the next day and be 24 hours behind us. This created a small problem for our travel guide, Phil, who was in charge of getting us all to the dive center on Gili Trawangan. Since Ramadan was coming to and end, the last 2 days of Ramadan don’t have any local services – it’s like Chistmas and New Years together. This meant there would be no boats to the islands tomorrow – Kaori would be stuck in Bali. Phil confidently said he’d find a way to get her out there one way or the other.

We were all tired and hungry, so we walked 10 minutes along a dimly lit road where we found an outdoor café, the kind near a crossroads with motor scooters going by constantly like pesky flies. The proprietor turned out to be a proud Italian woman from Naples, so Indonesian food would have to wait. I ordered Spaghetti Pomodoro – the pasta tasted quite nice. We enjoyed clams for an appetizer – this would be the first of many meals shared together. The motor scooters along with the loud western music from the restaurant loudspeakers seemed to help kept my jetlag at bay.

Day 1 - Oct 10,2007

MathewShafe — Wed, 10 Oct 2007 18:08:00 GMT

Bali in 2007 – Trip Diary
M. Shafe’

Day 1, Oct-10, 2007
Leaving alone from San Francisco for this 8300-mile journey, we planned this trip months in advance, and all seven of us were looking forward to a 10-day vacation in Indonesia - the Gili Islands and Bali, Indonesia. We were all looking for different and exotic experiences, and 2 of the couples were looking forward to some underwater scuba adventures.

My wife Kimiko, departed a week earlier and made stops in Japan and Singapore. Next to being away from my wife, the toughest part was encasing 12 bottles of wine for the trip in my luggage. Wine, which we all enjoyed, was scarce in predominantly Muslim Indonesia and extremely expensive, so we decided to pack our own. It turned out to be a fortunate match and completed our exquisite meals we were served later in Bali.

My flight took 14 hours to reach Hong Kong , and I counted the hours down as they packed the plane dense like my luggage. Making for a very uncomfortable flight, a broad shouldered person was seated next to me in a middle seat and was not considerate of my paltry space the airline provided me; I had to put a pillow between us to avoid being ‘tapped’ all the time by his elbow. A few movies eased the flight monotony, including the latest terrorist saga of Die Hard, and a Ben Kingsley flick of a hard working mafia alcoholic hit-man sent out of New York to San Francisco to get away from it all.