Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Decision, Indecision, Decision, Indecision...

March 10, 2011

We managed to get everything worked out yesterday so that we’d be able to leave Sanur. This included getting a SIM card for Ryan’s phone and getting millions out of the bank as Lembongan has no ATM – I thought the whole point of getting a bank account was to avoid walking around with this much cash!

The Super Scoot shuttle picked us up at our guesthouse at 9:00 a.m. and scooted us on over to the Super Scoot office where I picked up our boat tickets, then scooted us over to the beach area where these boats depart. We boarded the Super Scoot which is a dual hull speed boat which gives the feeling of getting into a large bathtub. All the furnishings inside are green and give everything a Kermit-ish tinge. The crossing took 30 minutes and was not uncomfortable, though I did note that I want to remember to take a seasickness tablet for the longer crossing to Gili.

As Tulamben was a great antidote to PP, Lembongan is a great antidote to Sanur. I am not sure how I will ever re-integrate into civilization when I can’t stand the noises of society. Super Scoot took us to a hotel I had preselected from the Lonely Planet and the internet, which as luck had it, was of course full. A random man took me to a random guesthouse 30 meters away which turned out to be as lovely as the place we had in Tulamben, for the same price. Again, beautifully airy room with high ceilings, wooden furniture, a comfortable bed (the beds in Indo are a huge improvement over the beds in Thailand and especially over our crappy bed at Valentine). There is a swimming pool with a nice deck for sunbathing or reading.

After settling into our new room, Ryan went to borrow a bucket from the guesthouse so that we might do some very much needed laundry. Chores out of the way, we set off to find food and explore.

We found a restaurant overlooking the water, a little bit funky of a vibe and we sat down, famished. The scenery was great, but the food was not. I was very disappointed.

March 13, 2011

We have spent 4 very enjoyable days on Lembongan. For two days we walked for one day we dove and today, packing and relaxing.

Our walks have taken us over a good part of the island, which is substantially larger than I’d imagined. The first day we walked probably 8 or so kilometers from our little bungalow to Mushroom Beach. It took a good 3 hours round trip, stopping along the way, of course to take pictures. Our second day walk took us to Mangrove Beach, which overlooks, well Mangroves. On the way we passed pigs and men unloading telephone poles from a boat sans machinery.

Lembongan is covered in seaweed farming. Looking out at the shallows, you can see grids of seaweed laid out underwater. And on land, again, mats and mats of seaweed drying in the sun. Locals tend and sort and ship so that all this might end up in beauty products and vitamin pills for Japanese and Westerners.

As we’ve walked around, we’ve seen lots of playing children, smiling children and I must say I’ve been surprised a few times by children yelling “Give me money.” When compared to Cambodia or the Philippines, this is not a poor island and it strikes me strange that children would be sent to pander. I’ve noticed that children will also ask you to take their picture, in exchange for money. On our first walk, we passed a group of young boys playing with a ball and one screamed as though having a temper tantrum over and over, “give me money, give me money.” While I can imagine that seeing children of Cambodia pandering outside Angkor Wat would be heartbreaking, these young boys had the opposite effect on me. I felt more like asking them if they were taking the piss.

Balinese women carry things on their heads – in fact, it seems to be the preferred method of carrying just about anything. I did not mention before, I don’t know why, but we were very amused (and incredibly awed) in Tulamben when we saw them carrying completely assembled scuba units on their heads. And I failed to take pictures of this. Baskets of fruits, tubs of washing, bucket of chicken, whatever, it goes on the head. We learned later that Westerners had convinced the locals to stop fishing out the reefs and smartly employed the same people to be tank caddies for the dive industry.

As you all know (in probably much greater detail than us, having access to good internet and a TV), a massive earthquake struck Japan, sending a ten-meter tsunami to ravage the east coast of said country. Ryan and I watched a few moments of the events unfold on Bahasa CNN prior to our meal at our favorite Warung and I have to say that I had a moment of feeling very uncomfortable as I wondered what impact this might have on us here on this tiny island, having no idea where the closest high point might be short of running up the mountain. Ryan accessed the internet through his phone at about the same time that the tsunami should have been hitting eastern Indonesia. I believe that there was more damage on the western coast of the United States than in Indo.

Yesterday, we went diving. And finally I got my manta moment. We spent 72 minutes with manta rays swooping over our heads as we hung out at their feeding station. Very pretty coral below held no interest as we watched these behemoth rays dance around us. Maybe a few pictures are worth a thousand words...















The first dive had some very pretty corals, but was not really fishtastic. It did yield some new interesting critters though. Of note – a crocodilefish and a spiny devilfish and some teeny tiny little catfish and a dwarf moray (guess who's who). We might have to come back for Mola Mola season in a couple of months.








After many meals in Bali and a disappointing first meal on Lembongan, I was starting to think that food in Indonesia was mediocre at best and incredibly expensive. Admittedly, when we first arrived with Andy, we were a bit on holiday mode – having 3 course meals with beer and fruit shakes. But even after Andy left and we decided to become a bit more reasonable, food was still costing us a lot. But finally, on our way back from our first walk, we found a little Warung at the end of our street that serves quite a decent meal and a very reasonable price and suddenly we’ve seen our bills drop from 120K per meal to about 150K per day. Tonight we will try the Warung across the street which is well reputed as well.

Tomorrow off to Gili where it might be time to do a bit of work…

March 20, 2011

We’ve been on Gili almost a week. The first few days I was grumpy from being sick yet again. I can’t seem to kick this – whatever this is. Gili is our work destination – where we feel we have the best chances of finding a job. The Gili Islands are three tiny pieces of land that fall off the western side of Lombok like tears. There is Gili Air, Meno and Trawangan. We have landed on the largest of the three – Gili T.

You could walk between the islands and then to Lombok, they are that close. But don't try swimming it, the current rips between the channels something fierce and apparently every so often some stupid tourist dies trying. So Gili T overlooks the other two and in the distance the spectacular hills of Lombok. The water is so blue and clean and clear. Close to shore it is turquoise, then it turns a deep royal blue – I’ve already asked Ryan to go collect me samples. Like PP, there are no motorized vehicles, but it is so much more peaceful than PP. I’ve yet to get grumbly walking down the street. There are lots of bicycles, but they have more room to maneuver so are not such an irritation. And a spattering of horse drawn carriages offer island tours.

Only the eastern, or leeward side of the island is developed, but a path does loop all the way around the island, making for a very nice 1 ½ hour long walk. There is a small viewpoint hill in the center where you can see cows and goats grazing in luscious green pastures, reminding me a little bit of Normandy – I even said to Ryan, “Holy crap look at all those cows, where are we? Normandy?” Then we talked about cheese and wondered if the goat cheese salads we see at the delis here are made with local goat cheese???











The southern tip of the island has the surfer beach – it’s the surfer beach because there is actually a decent bit of surf that breaks into it – seems to me like a nice little beginner beach – not that I’m planning on a new activity.

And smack in the middle of town there is a yoga studio. Oh how I miss Keira’s classes – you can’t replace exceptional, but it’s a lovely studio and it’s an opportunity to practice until we get settled and I buy a mat again.

In the center of town there is a turtle hatchery maintained by the locals – maybe their way of giving back to the turtle community they probably affected by making turtle soup. Or maybe it’s farming – who really knows. We’ll stick to believing that it’s turtle conservation. There are at least two kinds of baby turtles there at the moment – hawksbills with which we’re very familiar and ridleys which are new to me. They are funny the little baby turtles. The ridleys seem to be positively buoyant as they swim swim swim downwards and the minute they stop flapping their little arms they float back up to the surface. I wonder if they get better buoyancy control as they get older or if this plagues them their entire lives.









We have been quite lucky and we’ve already been offered a job. We are considering the offer. In one sense it’s a good opportunity as we would be the only two instructors and we would finally get to work together again. We would have run of the place as there is no staff there currently. But we are a little confused as to the circumstances that have made it an empty spot. Think back circa January 2010. The shop itself looks a little run-down – a good coat of paint and updated signage would do it a world of good. But, it is attached to a resort and, even during this still low season, the resort is full. He claims that he ran 33 open waters, 5 advanced and 18 DSDs in January. That’s an impressive amount of work. And finally, it would put us in a senior position to maybe have some say in who is hired as the season progresses – as I think back to some of my old friends from PP.

The other offer that is possibly on the table is in Hawaii. We will be speaking to the contact there on Monday, which is really Tuesday for us. I am very intrigued and tempted by this possibility. Why? It’s closer to home. It’s the only way we’re ever going to be able to be dive instructors in the “real world,” full time, permanently. Oh, and we can work there legally which means we’re not at the mercy of changing immigration laws. We are lucky, in Indo, it seems to be old school – like Thailand used to be. But it won’t always be this way. The thought of going back to the grind is very unattractive to both of us, but the thought of living a more western lifestyle while still making a living doing what we love is very attractive to both of us. And that is the appeal of Hawaii.

So decisions are going to be made in the next few days – stay tuned.

March 22, 2011

Ryan talked with the dude from Maui this morning and I was thinking that would be the end of our decision/indecision game as I suspected that the man might want to hire only one person, but no, he wants both of us.

So decisions still need to be made - stay tuned.

As always, Peace...and don't forget to wear sunscreen.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Leaving the Interwebz...

March 8, 2011

First and foremost, I must correct a spelling error pointed out to me by my dad from the last blog entry. I'll share his email with you which I thought was rather amusing...

"... Our pallets are so used to the intricacies of Thai spices..."
You can do many things with a pallet, but taste is not one of them. Indonesian food might have tasted better had you used your...palate.

It is always a little embarrassing to have my French father correct my spelling. It is all the more embarrassing that most of you know how I loathe incorrect use of grammar and spelling. Ah, well, such is the art of blogging, I suppose.


We have left the panoramic beauty of Tulamben and headed back down the coast to Sanur – beach-side town with lots of resorts and retirees. Thank God, no parades of 65 year old men with 16 year old girls and, thank God, no parades of drunken 20 year olds. We walked, which after a three-hour drive did us all some good, I’m sure. But this place holds nothing for us, just like Patong held nothing. There is too much stimulus for me here - too many cars honking, too many people trying to push things at you. It makes me very grumpy. It's also quite expensive - clearly catering to a more affluent retiree market. It is merely a necessary pit-stop. Just enough time to figure out how to get to the islands and we’re outta this burg!

Polly-Anna-esque, we showed up in our taxi at the guesthouse Lonely Planet had recommended and the interwebz confirmed cheap cheap and it was full. I don’t like our hotel – the room is smelly, there’s no towels, no toilet paper and it only cost a couple of dollars less than the beautiful room we had up in Tulamben.

March 9, 2011

Tomorrow we leave for Nusa Lembongan. Lembongan is a tiny little island in a group of three that are about 12 miles from Sanur. It is reputed laid back and sleepy and it is reputed for diving and we will enjoy a day or two of said activity. One of the sites I am particularly looking forward to is Manta Point. It’s been a while since I’ve seen a manta ray and I have yet to photo or video one. Nusa Penida (site of Manta Point) is also where Mola Mola are reputed during high season which is still a couple of months away, but there was a sighting a few days ago, so who knows.

We will spend four or five nights on Lembongan and then continue on to Gili Trawangan. Gili is where we hope to scope things out for work. Unlike Lembongan, Gili will have internet, so hopefully we’ll get to catch up with ya’ll from there, but don’t worry if you don’t hear from us for a couple of weeks.

By the way, I was finally able to post pictures to Facebook this morning in the fastest 3 minutes the Balinese internet has seen all day! So check 'em out!

Peace xoxoxox

Monday, March 7, 2011

Bali, Baby (Tulamben)

March 4, 2011

We’ve arrived in Bali on what is the eve of their new year’s celebration. Much like Thailand’s Songkran, this is a festival of sending out the old and bringing in the new. However, unlike any new year celebration I’ve experienced thus far, it is one of true austerity. Tomorrow there is no existence. It is a time of reflection. There is no working, no driving, no flying, no being outside, no eating, no activities of any kind. So for us, no diving. Not great timing, but after the traveling, a day of rest might do us good.

Tonight we lucked into the festivities – a parade with a paper mache demon warder being paraded and animated by a group of Balinese men, led by a diminutive version being paraded and animated by a group of young Balinese boys. They marched their demon warders down the main (and only) street of Tulamben, displayed them on the side of the street, set off fireworks, then set the lot on fire. Ryan and Andy, thrilled to bits at the cheap, cheap noise-makers, set off a few of their own and I practiced my fireworks photography.

After a few days in Phuket, tying up loose ends, opening a bank account – if only I’d known a year ago how easy that was! – mailing some stuff home and – very important – enjoying some sushi, the alarm clocks sprung to life all too early this morning at stupid 3:55 (five minutes after Ryan’s phone had already gone “HAHA” upon receipt of a text message from our friend Andy who was making a last minute visa run and had decided to accompany us).

We topped off the evening with our first Balinese meal of Nasi Goreng, Sate and Lumpia.
It was one of those days when everything was on our side. After much stress over our luggage, we were easily checked in and no one said a thing about carrying on our dive bags, which we did easily (and since Air Asia is reputed so strict about baggage – no one on the plane had any carry ons, so it was easy to stow them as well). We arrived in Bali and my prescheduled pick-up was a no show, so we decided to head straight for Tulamben rather than spend the night in Sanur.

Finding a taxi was a bit of a challenge. We knew that the airport taxis were a rip-off and that you could get much cheaper taxis just outside. Surely enough, we were quoted $125 by the airport taxis and we eventually managed to get a ride for $45! It was a bumpy, windy, uncomfortable ride in Wayan’s minibus. And Wayan was determined to turn a 3-hour trip into a 2-hour trip so that he might get back to southern Bali in time for his parade. I must be getting used to the drivers of this part of the world or I’ve completely surrendered my mortality because the insanity doesn’t even phase me – the way they pass little mopeds and zip in and out of lanes with no regard for what’s coming from where – we even went flying past the Polisi truck without a raised eyebrow from them.

Despite its death-defying nature, the drive was stunning. I think it looks a lot like the Big Island of Hawaii – lush and verdant, craggy cliff-y shoreline, rocky black sand beaches. Lots and lots of rice fields, some hanging on for dear life to the side of a volcano remind us that we are indeed not in Hawaii.

A squooch over two hours and we pulled in to the bungalows at Tulamben that had been recommended to us. I hope that soon I will be able to post pictures. It is gorgeous. We have a massive room that is a freestanding bungalow. Unfortunately, there is air-con which Ryan feels compelled to use even though the temperature is quite pleasant (he’ll tell you he’s got it set perfect so it just cuts the humidity and I’ll tell you that bloody thing still blows on my head all night). It has hot water. Compared to what we’re used to, it’s luxury. And the price is very reasonable. And it’s a dive resort to boot!

March 7, 2011

It’s the mid-afternoon surface interval. We’ve just had lunch. Indo food is painfully bland compared to Thai food (though we have found one restaurant that satisfies us quite nicely with diver-sized dinners). Our pallets are so used to the intricacies of Thai spices and how nam plaa accentuates flavor. I am adding chili sauce and Magi to try to kick it up a notch. Andy offered a taste of his curry and after his description, “it tastes like Bisto,” I was inclined to decline. The banana pancakes are quite nice and the banana fritters are very nice and the lumpia are fantastic, but we cannot live on fried food alone.

The diving is superb. Tulamben found a spot on the world dive map because of the USS Liberty shipwreck. The USS Liberty was a cargo ship built in the teens and Japanese torpedoed during WWII in 1942 while crossing Lombok Strait. It beached. Then in 1963, volcanic activity caused it to slip back into the ocean and lazily settle onto its starboard side. Our bungalow is about 25 meters from the beach and the wreck is about another 30 meters out. This little resort where we are staying is as conveniently located to the wreck as you can be. Entries and exits are painful to say the least, as the beach is not sand, but large stones – not ideal for bare feet!
We are making loads of new fish friends! New types of angelfish and nudis and pipefish – leaf scorpionfish– extraordinary corals – this morning a white tip reef shark and some bumphead parrotfish came to say hello – perhaps the best dive we’ve had thus far. Unfortunately, the internet sucks donkey here so you’ll have to be patient when it comes to pictures.

Now, diving in Bali is a bit Cowboy style. No one’s asked us for proof of certification and we’ve not signed a single liability release. I love it! I mean seriously, if I die, what’s Ryan gonna do? Sue for some dude’s tiny little rice terrace? There are no instructors; DSDs are done by tattooed dive guides who’ve no idea what PADI stands for. I’m curious if DSDs even have to sign any kind of liability release. It makes me smile!

Tomorrow we head down to Sanur for a night or two before taking the ferry to Lembongan where we hope to go dive with those elusive manta rays.

Peace xoxox