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    Tropical Storm Tour: Bali Part 17

    Thursday, September 10, 2015
    Ubud, Bali, Indonesia

    A painting of a Legong dancer at Bali Mode in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.
    A painting of a Legong dancer at Bali Mode in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.

    Urap Urap at Pulu Sari Warung in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.
    Urap Urap at Pulu Sari Warung in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.

    Another beautiful rice field aglow in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.
    Another beautiful rice field aglow in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.

    I pretty much took a break today to catch up on writing and Photoshopping for this here travel journal. I only ventured outside briefly a few times. Over at Bali Mode, I picked up my passport containing a new visa that expires on October 2, which is fine, because I will fly home on September 29. The thing that’s crazy is it took two whole weeks to get my visa, because Bali Mode most likely waited a few days to acquire more passports before they sent a driver all the way to Denpasar to get them processed at the immigration office. In the evening, when I went on a stroll down Jalon Monkey Forest, I was struck by the fact that the Frog Pond Inn, the first place I stayed in Ubud back in 2010, has since bit the dust, replaced by a fancier resort-type place. Chalk up yet another victim of gentrification.

    A small Hindu shrine tucked down by a stream in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.
    A small Hindu shrine tucked down by a stream in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.

    A family compound gate on Jalon Monkey Forest in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.
    A family compound gate on Jalon Monkey Forest in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.

    Nasi Campur at a guesthouse warung in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.
    Nasi Campur at a guesthouse warung in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia.

    While I was eating at the Pulu Sari Warung last night, a Barong ambled right by through the alley with only one guy following him. It looked so funny! I wonder where he was headed? The day before at the same spot, I saw an old Balinese lady hobble by with a huge bundle of big branches and sticks on her head. I wish I could have captured some photos and video of that, but my camera was in my pocket. She was already gone before I could even think of whipping it out. So, yeah, before I leave Bali, I really hope to get a photo of a stick bundle lady and one of those motorcycles with the comically huge assemblage of goods piled up on top of it. But, there’s a good chance I won’t, because both of those creatures are as elusive as Big Foot.

    Words and photos ©2015 Arcane Candy.

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