19 March 2015 – 26 March 2015
Feeling like we’d done our dash in Bali, we took the bus/boat combo to Gili Air. We’d read awful reviews of the ferry ride between Bali and the Gili Islands and they pretty much all came true. 579 more words
Dewa, a friend of Helen’s (a lovely lady we met at Tiing Gading), drove us to see the Barung dancing, traditional silversmithing, bad art and good art, wood carvers, luwak coffee plantations where civets poop out coffee beans, and finally up to see the Batur Volcano, last erupted 50 years ago (you can see the lava flows where it destroyed everything in its path). Incredible.
There’s possibly no better way of rekindling your admiration and adoration for something incredible than sharing it with someone else. The weekend before March Break, my parents arrived for a two week excursion through Jakarta and Bali, and we were about to share our Indonesia. 3,345 more words