The Bali Diary: Shaky Ground

Note: This post is part of a series on Bali. To start at the beginning, see The Bali Diary: Day 1.]

The villa is amazing. We must have made fifty references to each other about Gilligan’s Island already. But it’s true. Something about the thatched roofs, coconut trees, and open-air living make me want to talk with my teeth clenched and say, “Lovey, dear, isn’t this place just mahh-velous?”

Last night, while bats circled the infinity pool and fishing boats flashed their lights on the horizon, Read more

Bali Diary: Fields of Dream

Note: This post is part of a series on Bali. To start at the beginning, see The Bali Diary: Day 1.]

We may as well have had three heads the way motorists stared at us. First of all, I think it was mildly shocking for them to see bule (boo-lay; white tourists) on this part of the island. Second of all, walking is just plain ridiculous. Nearly no one does it and there are no sidewalks or even beaten paths along the main thoroughfare, which those ubiquitous motorbikes zip up and down all day and most of the night. Beep beep, beep beep! Read more