Bohol, Philippines: FINAL STOP & I Attempt to Sightsee (Also, TINY MONKEYS)

We are finally onto the last blog post!  It has definitely been a (very, very, very slow and very, very painful) marathon to finish these last couple of posts (and I usually love writing this blog so very much!), so I have to thank everyone (....anyone...? ....hello?) for their patience!

On the topic of thanking everyone, thank you for all the incredibly sweet words and support on my last blog post. That was definitely one I did not love writing (and I hemmed and hawed for ages on how to write things in a way that wasn't too "woe is me") - but the amount of people who reached out afterwards was beyond touching.  Thanks, guys. Really. You all never cease to touch my heart. Like, get all up in there.

I stayed in the Philippines for almost two weeks after my accident, before I got the doctor's OK to fly home.  The last couple days before my flight, I even tried to get out and about and do a tiny bit of touristing.  Like, at 20% levels.  With Nurse Jesse monitoring me, of course.



What It's All About:
As mentioned before, I had, until this point, spent most of my time in bed in Cebu City. But a short(ish) ferry ride away from Cebu, to the Southwest, is the island of Bohol.  Bohol is beautiful and tropical (standard in the Philippines), and has some gorg, mention-worthy sights of its own - including beautiful beaches, the Chocolate Hills, and tiny Tarsier monkeys.  DID SOMEONE SAY TINY MONKEYS. Injured or un-injured, I'm there.

Chocolate Hills!

A tiny tarsier!!! Ugh, I have such a thing for mini animals

Two days before I was to head home, I was finally feeling like I might be OK enough to venture further than the mall.  Jesse and his patience took great care of me and made sure that this mini-trip to Bohol for a couple nights was very low-key and slow-paced. From Cebu City, a (very slow-moving) ferry runs hourly for the ~2.5 hour cruise to the capital of Bohol, Tagbilaran City.  Jesse had been to Cebu/Bohol/the same area last year on vacation, so he was super familiar with what to do and where to go and where to stay, so it was super reassuring and very low-stress.



Cliffnotes of the Day:

• Oh man, that 2.5 hour ferry ride from Cebu City involved a taxi ride to the port and a 2-hour wait when our ferry was delayed.

I was not doing too well in the heat, but I was doing better than I look in this photo, I swear. I told Jesse I was going to pose like this the entire weekend because movement was not. fun. 

On the ferry!  They only had first-class seats left, which means we were in the A/C - no complaints here!
P.S. Also clearly staying true to my plan.

But our ferry delay meant we got to arrive in Bohol right at sunset. UGH STILL LOVE SUNSETS.

We took a nice air-conditioned (I was very focused on A/C at this point in my life, in case you haven't noticed) car about an hour south to the resort-y/beachy area of Panglao Island.  But this would be the normal mode of transport - kind of like a tuk-tuk but with a side carriage! Favorite.

We got to Panglao Island and went to a restaurant where you can choose your own fresh seafood.

So many parts of the Philippines have tons and tons of Korean stores/businesses/tourists (the entire mall in Cebu City was basically filled with Korean tourists - Jess says they come here because it's so cheap and they can learn English #Jessefacts).  And now it becomes clear to me why sometimes the locals greeted me in Korean...

And then we walked down the beach at night, which is chock-full of outdoor cafes, restaurants, and bars. And people selling delicious mango juices.

• The next day, we planned to rent a vehicle and drive out to see the TINY TARSIER MONKEYS (I actually think maybe they're just called 'tarsiers', now that I think about it...) and a sight called the Chocolate Hills (some kind of geological formation that looks like rolling hills of chocolate....amazing).

Unfortunately (or fortunately), the only cost-effective vehicle was this motorbike. Which, in case you're wondering, I did NOT do well on. Every bump on the road felt like someone was taking a mallet to my head. Poor Jess had to cruise along at the slowest, slowest speeds the entire way, in an effort to be careful and avoid me throwing a fit at every bump.  Needless to say, the trip took forever.

Whaaaaaat, a roadside coconut stand?!

....which I possibly made us stop at for a fresh coconut

For the most part, the roads were super small, smooth, not too-bumpy, and relatively empty. Hallelujah.

And then we arrived at the Tarsier sanctuary!

• The tarsier sanctuary involved a lady leading us into a section of the forest with tons of tiny little tarsiers perching in the trees, and she would gently show us the location of each one.  1.) TARSIERS ARE TINY. TINY. With HUGE eyes. Is there a cuter combo?? I think not; 2.) They're also incredibly delicate - you can't yell or get near them or scare them or make noise at all really, because apparently they're very talented at dying of fright.  

Our first tarsier sighting!!  Does anyone else see how it's artistically gazing through the palm leaves?!?!?  SUCH A PENSIVE TARSIER.

I'm dying. Look at this tarsier's humungo eyes

Can't. Even.

• After the tarsier sanctuary and the ridic tiny tarsiers, we continued on our journey to the Chocolate Hills!  The Choco Hills were formed way, way back in the day as karst (there's that word again!!! Thanks, China!) or limestone deposits.  The deposits created thousands of these giant bumpy hills - which are green in the wet season, but turn brown in the dry season. Hence the name "Chocolate Hills."  They're a really gorgeous sight - just tons of giant brown mountains extending in all directions and rising out of a blanket of green.

And the views the entire way were these amazingly gorgeous rice paddies and palm trees

Jesse drove (like a tortoise), and I took photos from the back of the bike

Loooove

• A couple hours later, we got to the Chocolate Hills!  You can hike to the top of this viewpoint to look over the landscape, although I will mention that they are doing tons of construction everywhere. But still very pretty.

Chocolate Hills!

Seriously, these things are everywhere, 360 degrees around

Look, alive and well!

Driving back to Panglao during dusk. I have to say, the return trip was pure misery for me. But made slightly better by the gorgeous views.

• The next day was my last one in the Philippines before the end of my entire journey, so we spent the final morning at Panglao Beach. 

Panglao Beach was beautiful!  Talented me forgot my (multiple) swimsuits back in Cebu City, so I had to purchase a shiny yellow monstrosity on the beach that basically made me look like I wrestled in the WWE.

Jesse's floating in the water - which was super, super warm. Like tepid bath water.

I basically laid under a palm tree all morning

• And before I knew it, we were on the ferry back to Cebu City - where I had a flight to Manila that evening (and then a flight to Guam, and then a flight to Hawaii, and then a flight to Denver - but digressing).

And in the spirit of full disclosure, the status of my head bruise 10 days post-fall

One final chaotic repacking of the bag. This is the #1 thing I will not miss. I ended up donating 90% of my clothes and leaving them in the Philippines, because after 15 months of the same clothes - I was OK never seeing that clothing ever again, for the rest of my life.

• Standing at the airport in Cebu City, none of it felt real: it didn't feel like this was the culmination of 15 months of an incredibly epic journey.  It didn't feel like I was headed home, or that my world trip was over, or that this was going to be my final moment in another country before my feet hit U.S. soil. I was probably more focused on the long journey home and getting through it all, mostly because I was still in recovery mode - and being able to go back and recuperate in a consistent bed, in a comfortable, familiar place sounded really, really nice.  Jesse escorted me to the airport (mostly to be the greatest person ever and carry my backpack through security for me), and it was so weird saying bye to him for the (4th? 5th?) time too.  None of it felt real.
• Now that I'm home (and have been for a bit), it still hasn't really hit me that it's all over.  Everything while I was traveling was so day-to-day, and that's what I've been living since being back- living day-to-day, and enjoying all these random familiar, yet weirdly unfamiliar, moments (reverse culture-shock is definitely a thing).  I may as well be traveling in a new country, what with all the things that have surprised and delighted me since I've been back.
• I'm sure I'll get around to writing a "final final" wrap-up post sometime soon - because there's literally (and this is one of those instances where I literally mean 'literally') a million things/thoughts/moments/conclusions/wonderings I want to say, and reminisce about, and communicate, and ponder over, and throw out there.  Even thinking about what I want to say gets me all choked up, for serious.  Until then though, here is the final blog post about my travel adventures - it makes me a little sad that it wasn't a "I skydived out of a plane & then landed on a wild tiger and raced it into the rainforest while fireworks exploded in the background" kind of grand finale, but it's almost perfect how imperfect it is. Because isn't that what traveling is all about? =)

(Final) Fun Facts of the Day:

• Cock fighting is a huge sport in the Philippines. Everywhere you go, there are tons and tons of roosters EVERYwhere, without any hens anywhere.  Because there is such an overabundance of roosters, the roosters are especially competitive and aggressive, so you literally will hear them crowing at ALL HOURS OF THE DAY. EVERYwhere. You do not take naps in the Philippines.
• MALLS. Filipino malls are INSANE. The cities themselves look rough, with cobbled-together buildings and sketchy workmanship and dirt paths - but the minute you step into a mall (they're everywhere!), it's like BAM. The entire thing changes. They love their malls here (and all the Asian tourists who come here do too!), and the malls are usually huge and beautiful and gleaming and pretty and overwhelmingly amazing. Crammed to the brim with shoppers and restaurants and stores and services. On. crack.
• Tarsiers' eyes are the largest comparative to their size out of any mammal in the world (their eyeballs are the same size as their brain! Imagine if we all had brain-sized eyeballs!). They're so huge that they can't rotate them fully, so they're able to rotate their necks a full 180 degrees in either direction, like an owl.  ADORABLE.
• Everyone in the Philippines is always trying to rip you off.  Always. Wages are so low here, that everyone tries to make an extra buck off you wherever, and whenever, they can. Keep in mind though, that it's literally just that - an extra buck.  So even if someone is conning you so badly that you are being robbed high and dry, it's usually such a small amount (to our Western standards) that it's not even a huge deal. 
• Flights between the Philippine islands are SUPER, super cheap. You can get from most major cities one-way for about $15-30, which is amazing.  One of the most popular local airlines, Cebu Air, has the most inventory of island-to-island flights - but they are ALWAYS delayed. And I seriously mean always - I have not seen or heard of a single Cebu Air flight that hasn't been delayed by an hour or two or three, at least.  And I not only flew them a lot (heyyy $30 flights are practically free!), but met tons of other people flying them. See proof below:

A photo I took of the departure board at Cebu City's airport. Note the STD (scheduled departure time) vs. the ETD (estimated departure time) for EVERY flight. EVERY SINGLE ONE before the current time had been delayed. Insanity. Build in a lot of buffer time.

This is not good-bye - I refuse to end my blog with a photo of a delayed departure board.  I'm sure I'll be writing some wrap-up posts soon, so I'll see you guys then.  But until then, thank you so much for all your faithful (and not-so-faithful) reading of my adventures.  XO!

Gili Islands, Indonesia: Paradise Has Turtles! And Bugs.

Headed out to the Gili Islands the next morning from Bali by fast boat.  I didn't realize what an undertaking it was - first an hour-long shuttle to the East side of Bali, then cattle herding onto a tiny, not-air-conditioned, squishy boat with hard seats for an additional 2 hours.  But I was excited for paradise. And scuba diving!

What It's All About:

The Gili Islands are a set of 3 islands off the coast of the Indonesian island of Lombok (directly east of Bali).  They're known for their insanely gorgeous waters and diving/snorkeling, and each of the islands has their own vibe. Gili Trawangan (called Gili T for short) is the biggest island, and is the party/most-developed island, Gili Meno is known for being kind of hippie-dippy, and Gili Air is more romantic/retreat/resort.  

I stayed in Gili Trawangan (which I realllly wanted to call Tra-WANG-an, but is actually pronounced Tra-wahng-en, sad fact) for a couple nights, just wanting some beach and scuba time.  

The perfect beaches of Gili T

A Gili T Overview:

• Lawlessness. Just kidding. But seriously, you know the vibe has changed when your boat pulls up to the shore of the island and men start tossing all your bags onto the beach. Some were dropped into the water (oops so sorry backpack, hope there wasn't a laptop in you) and some were put so close to the water that you had to run and get your bag before the waves claimed them.

Men unloading bags from the tiny, stiflingly-hot boat. They were seriously tossing these things around like NBD.

• And then the entire island is unpaved dirt roads with no motor vehicles.  It's the weirdest combination - there are tons of restaurants and beach bars and dive centers by the water with young, scantily-dressed holidayers, but then you walk a block or two into the island, and it's straight-up rural town. Like chickens in the streets and wood shacks and cows.  Oh, and the locals are Muslim. So there's incredibly conservatively-dressed people and the call to prayer sounds all the time.  It's so WEIRD.

Tourist-targeted main street by the water

And tiny horses adorned with pom-poms are the main mode of transportation!!! Along with bicycles, but those aren't fun to photograph

And then a block later, chickens! Chickens everywhere. The locals like to sit outside their houses during the day and chat and harass tourists to buy things, and so I'm sure they all enjoyed staring at me photographing a chicken when they were running around literally everywhere

But then look at this beeeeeach

And Then I Encounter Problem #1:

• Wanting to treat myself to a non-hostel for my 2 days in paradise, I booked myself a nice room near the center of town.

Oh new room, you seem so normal and pretty

• Later that evening, I was happily on my bed typing away when I see a small bug crawl across the pillow. Gross, but it's the tropics and it's SE Asia - "there are bugs everywhere," I thought to myself. I squished it and used a tissue to drop it into the toilet (so it doesn't crawl back out and attack me, obviously).  A couple minutes later, another bug on the pillow catches my eye. Double gross. I squish it again and drop it in the toilet to join its friend. Half an hour later, another tiny bug appears on the bed. I grab the remote and squish it - and a small pool of blood oozes out of it.  
• OMG OMG. BEDBUGS. I've never seen a bedbug before, but my paranoia about them has led me to google them multiple times and it kind of looks similar to what I remember showing up in google images.  Panic mode. I think about my options.
• To add drama, the island is currently in a blackout (oh, I didn't mention that- apparently the island gets island-wide blackouts fairly frequently.  When the power went out at 8pm that night, a worker had cheerfully been like "It should come back in a couple hours, but who knows, might be a whole day!")  The lights in my room were on due to a backup generator, but there was no A/C or anything else. It's 9:30pm and the streets are pitch black from the outage. I even debated bringing out my travel sheets and sleeping on the floor. 
• And then I realized there was no possible way I could sleep in that bed or anywhere near it. I once saw someone comment that if you had bedbugs, you were better off just burning down your entire house - dramatic maybe, but it stuck with me.  What if they infected my backpack and I carried bedbugs around the world?? I ran downstairs to the adjoining restaurant (same owner) and quietly explained my issue. I was super-nice about it, I told them I felt bad and I wouldn't push the issue, but was there somewhere else I could stay?
• The first man tried to convince me it was ok and went and sprayed bedbug spray all over the bed. Um, no. And then it turned into a big to-do, with all the workers coming out and asking me to explain the story and chatting amongst themselves looking disturbed. I felt terrible, but told myself I'd be firm about not staying there. Another worker was incredibly kind and padded down the dark streets in his bare feet to show me a bunch of other guesthouses. Most of the proprietors were sleeping, and he'd have to wake them up to show me a room (is it possible to feel more terrible?). A bunch were full, and the other ones I did get to see were incredibly eerie  - bc of the blackout, showing me the rooms entailed shining a flashlight into a pitch black room. They all looked like horror movies waiting to happen. I was not loving it.
• Then the manager ended up coming in from his house to talk with me. He was so, so concerned - he said he'd do anything to help me find a new place, but begged me to not write anything about it in online reviews or TripAdvisor. You could see the panic in his eyes. I simply told him I wasn't looking for payback or vindication or anything; just a new place to stay. He ended up taking me down the street to a friend's guesthouse, where they had an empty bungalow (and cheaper than my previous hotel)!  So all's well that ends well, but it was pure panic for me and I dreamt I had bedbugs crawling in all my things the rest of the night. Oh, and I got eaten alive by mosquitoes in my new bungalow - but better mosquitoes than bedbugs, I always say.

Sorry for posting this, but as a PSA, THIS IS A BEDBUG. With blood oozing out after I squished him. I took this photo in case the people didn't believe me or tried to convince me it wasn't a bedbug.

Also, how ironic is it that I haven't encountered bedbugs in a single hostel, but the hotel I tried to treat myself to.....?


Highlight of the Trip:
The next morning, I went on a dive to an area called Shark Point. HOW BALLER is that name.  First off, the water was gorgeous and so clear and you could see forever. The boat didn't even have to drive that far out.

There were so many cool, beautiful fish - we saw an octopus scooting along the ocean floor, some gorgeous parrotfish, and a bunch of clownfish living in an anemone (is it sad that most of my fish knowledge comes from Finding Nemo?).

And then we saw SHARKS. Like, real-looking, medium-sized, gray sharks - it was wild.  One was just swimming by creepily, and the other one, we swum up into a rock and it was chilling there in its rock home.  It was seriously one of the coolest, coolest things I've ever seen in my entire life.  If I could have excitedly shouted underwater, I would have. And then I would have gotten us attacked maybe.

AND THEN WE SAW TURTLES. LIKE FINDING NEMO TURTLES. There was one swimming up over our heads and it looked just like the a movie.  And there was another one on the ocean floor resting.

I stole this photo off the internet, but it looked JUST LIKE THIS. Framed by the light and everything.

This was the most insane/awesome/life-changing dive of my entire life. Never mind I've only been 3 times. I'm fully embracing my newfound love of diving. I only wish I had a GoPro!


The Rest of the Trip:
Consisted mainly of lounging by the beach, drinking coconuts, and exploring. There was also a time I rented the world's ghettoest bike, and I noisily rattled down the streets and everyone stared at me like I was like a one-man parade.  And then I got hopelessly lost (navigating big cities, no problem. Tiny dirt paths on a tiny island? Hopeless.) and ended up in some rando field with cows and farmers and chickens everywhere.  I did eventually find my way out but I'm pretty sure I was the only tourist that's been in that area ever.

Plus side of paradise? Every restaurant has a lounging section and they all serve watermelon juice

Some of the fancier places have beachside lounging bungalows

And they all have coconuts!

Washing all the bedbugs off me. Just kidding. Yayyy beautiful water

Some parts of main street are incredibly pretty

And this was my view from dinner. Sigh.

Tiny Problem #2:
This is turning into quite a post. Anyhow, I'm clearly attempting a pattern of positive/negative, positive/negative here. Like good news, bad news.  Just to break it up a little.

As a side note to all the great things in Gili T, I also have one not-so-great thing to say about it.  For me personally, the harassment levels here are definitely the highest they've ever been.  The locals often chill in the street outside of their houses or businesses, and there are not many people usually, so they often yell at the passerbys.  Most of them know a couple basic phrases in every language due to the tourists, so 90% of the time, I get Japanese phrases yelled at me.

I totally understand why and it doesn't offend me: 1.) it's pretty normal to racially profile here; 2.) they're trying to sell you things or strike up a convo; 3.) they're probably incredibly bored sitting outside all day; 4.) there's not many people walking the streets; 5.) it's also pretty rare to see a solo girl; and 6.) when your entire island relies on tourism, it makes sense.  But to be honest, it's just not that fun.

I can either ignore them, which makes me feel like a jerk because they really don't mean any harm, or if I quickly respond "Hi" or smile and move on, they always ask where I'm from. And "the USA" is not an acceptable answer. It's the same as it's been in the rest of Asia, but it's especially bad here. Every single person has followed up with "Why you look Japanese then?" or "Why you have slanted eyes?"  In two days, I've gotten the actual slanted eyes pull three separate times. Again, they don't mean to be offensive so I don't take that part personally - when I explain that I was born in the US but my parents are from Taiwan, they're generally curious and interested to know more - but having to explain myself constantly starts to get really irritating. I guess I've just never had to be so hyper-aware of my race in my life. Even growing up in a overwhelmingly-Caucasian community, I've never had to think about it as much as I have the past two days.

I just think getting constantly yelled at in Japanese phrases and having to explain why I'm Asian isn't a conversation I want to have 25 times in a day. I see other people, and they get asked where they're from, and they say "Australia", and the convo is over.  The end.


Finale To The Wordiest Post Ever:
Gili T was beautiful and great - if a close scare with bedbugs and getting harassed in Japanese is the price to pay for getting to swim with sharks and turtles, I'd pay it every time.  I'm starting to say this about everywhere, but I would love to come back and get to see the other Gili islands, Gili Air and Gili Meno. Also, fun fact, you can get a beachfront bungalow to yourself for so, so cheap. I'm so glad I got the chance to visit, but was OK moving on this morning - I miss the hustle of the city! Onto Singapore!

Last final side note, on the boat ride back to Bali, there were dolphins diving alongside the boat and it was MAGICAL. MAGIC.

Bali, Indonesia: I'm in Bali-dise!!

Ok, I realize Bali-dise doesn't really sound like paradise at all, but it just seemed to be such an appropriate word.  Anyways, I'm here! (Ok, I've been here a couple days, but the combo of terrible wifi at my Bali hotel + beachbeachbeach + currently on a tiny Indonesian island that has no electricity = falling off the blogging wagon temporarily).  But here I am and ready to update!

What It's All About:
Bali is a gorgeous island paradise - it's one of the most well-known islands of Indonesia's thousands (it's a big, main one).  It's actually quite a big island, and there are tons of cities/neighborhoods you can stay in depending on what kind of vibe you're looking for.  I stayed in the city of Kuta/Legian, which is one of the most developed and touristy and very close to the airport.

Bali's Jimbaran Beach

Bali is absolutely beautiful and has been such a great place to unwind - there's a million things to do here, beautiful beaches and culture galore, and it's incredibly developed for tourism. If you can overlook the fact that it seems to be Australia's own personal Cancun (they are everywhereeeeeeeee), and you will get hounded/harassed in the street 24/7 by people offering taxis, motorbike rentals, massages, clothes, boats, surfing lessons, froyo, food, sarongs, magic mushrooms, etc. etc.; it's paradise.

Dare to tell me that Bali-dise isn't the perfect word for this photo

<3

Cliffnotes of the Day:

• Peace out, haze! Flew out from Penang to Bali.

Byeeeeee, Malaysian haze! Though I did momentarily wonder how the pilot could see where he was going...

And Baliiiiii, I'm here! Yes, I may have booked it to the beach as fast as possible.

My beautiful hotel, which was $30/night. Why do people even bother honeymooning in Tahiti and its $500/night hotel rooms!?!

Met back up with Kat, who had been chilling in Bali while I was in Penang.  And we obviously got matching hot pink sunnies.

Beach time is never complete without coconuts...

...and sunset yoga pics. Guess who can be as basic as they want to on their own blog

• The biggest thing I was dying to do was surfing. I took surfing lessons in San Diego a long time ago, and I wasn't terrible at it, and I loved it. Yes, those reasons are correlated. The area I was staying, Kuta/Legian, is known for its ginormous waves. So the next morning, Kat and I headed to a surf lesson.  Our instructor was named Em, and he was the best.

And the surfing people gave us photos! Given how many times we fell down, their photographer must have been a pro to catch some of these

Oops never mind, here's me falling down

• It was so unbelievably fun, and the hours zoomed by. And about half the ocean went up my nose and I sunburnt my face to a hot pink crisp, but it was totally worth it. 
• Everything in Bali is amazingly cheap: $6 massages, $5 pedicures, all the cheap clothing you could want, and $4 Nasi Goreng (delish Balinese fried rice).  I think I was involved in every single one of these over the weekend.

I also maybe spent half the weekend drinking watermelon juices or head-sized coconuts

• Day 3 of Bali-dise, Kat and I hired a personal driver to zoom us to other parts of the island.

First up was Nusa Dua Beach in the South of Bali - gorgeously white sand and warm pretty water

Nusa Dua and its crystal-clear waters. Photos like this are what happens when you travel with a baller photographer friend.

• After Nusa Dua, we drove out to Tanjung Benoa, where we were given a choice of water activities. Kat and I chose snorkeling, which was the most incredible snorkeling ever. A boat shuttled us out farther into the harbor, and we were given bags of bread to feed the fish and dropped into the water. I have seriously never seen so many gorgeously vibrant, pretty, colorful, tropical fish in my entire life, à la Finding Nemo in real life. And jellyfish!  It may have helped that our boat driver kept dropping bread crumbs into the water - the fish would swarm to eat them, and there were literally HUNDREDS of every color, shape and size all around us. It was ridiculous. Only downside is the water was super choppy, so we kept getting washed around to and fro, and then I got a little nauseous from getting knocked around. But overall, one of the coolest, coolest things. 

Boat ride out, snorkel in hand

•  And then we had a romantic oceanside lunch at Jimbaran Bay. This beach was my favorite of all - there were so few people, the waves were huge, and the sand was like powder. 

Location of romantic beachside lunch. The restaurant let you come inside and choose your fish to be fried. 

And then these guys came by to serenade us, just to up the romance factor. When asked if they could play Taylor (not by me this time, I swear!), they rounded to the closest thing and played Christina Perri's "A Thousand Years", which is one of the prettiest songs of all time. It was perfect listening to this man singing it in his Indonesian accent.

Jimbaran Beach, you are my fave

• We topped off the night with a sunset visit to Uluwatu Temple, or the Water Temple.  It's set on the side of a cliff where you can look out on the ocean, and the views are completely breathtaking.  Only downside, I was promised monkeys (they apparently like to steal your stuff) and there were none. I think I was the only person in all of Uluwatu that was disappointed by this.

One side of Uluwatu Temple

The main area of Uluwatu Temple. There were all these winding pathways right alongside the ocean and it was beyond pretty. Also, the waves crashing against the cliffs below = magic.

Oh, there was also a temple part itself. Strangest thing, they made you wear sarongs to enter the temple (both males and females), but didn't seem to care what was going on with your top situation. There were girls in tiny crop tops and such, which was apparently ok, but the sarongs had to go below your knees. Weird. Maybe the Indonesian think knees are especially disrespectful?

• And then there was a traditional fire dance at the temple!  It's called the Kecak dance, and it tells a story accompanied by dancers and chanters and FIRE. Connie cliffnotes version: A queen wants a golden deer and sends the king to catch it, leading her to be kidnapped (since the king is gone trying to catch that darn deer). The king then has to enlist the help of a bunch of magic monkey warriors to go save her, and they are successful, but they end up destroying a lot of stuff and causing mayhem.  I personally believe the queen should have had to suffer for her own poor life choices, but that's not the way the story goes.

Sun is setting, and the fires are lit

These men were everything - the soundtrack (which is basically them chanting "Chachachachachacha" over and over), the background actors, the props, etc. 

Here's the happy queen and king before she makes the terrible decision that she HAS TO have a golden deer in her life 

Here is where the queen gets kidnapped by a man in a giant beard and red face 

Here is the clever white monkey warrior rescuing said queen

AND THIS WAS THE CRAZIEST PART OF ALL. The white monkey warrior is caught and they try to burn him to death. And he escapes by KICKING THE FIRE BALLS. WITH HIS BARE FEET. ALL OF THEM. Like, he was kicking these fire balls left and right and they would go FLYING like 20 feet into the air and almost hit people (who had to duck) and objects and such. How they didn't set the entire temple and/or a person on fire is beyond me.

And here is a photo of me with the dancers

Sadly, Balinesian paradise had to eventually come to an end.  I would love to come back someday, continue to pay $30/night for hotel rooms, and visit all the lovely parts of Bali I didn't get to see!  Apparently there's gorgeous rice terraces in Ubud (my favorite crop, obv) and a place nicknamed Monkey Forest where there are THOUSANDS OF MONKEYS that run rampant and steal your things and climb all over you.  Sounds like a dream.

This also marked the end of the Kat & Connie adventures, as Kat headed back home to the States and I am off to the tiny beautiful Indonesian islands called the Gili Islands!