Cambodia: February 6-17, 2015

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Tearing ourselves away from the 4000 Islands area of Laos, we headed to Cambodia. A long travel day got us to Siem Reap, where luckily our hotel was just off the very fun and very diverse Pub Street- where the draft beers are re 50 cents, all day and all night. I’m not ashamed to say we ate at a Mexican restaurant. In Cambodia. And it was pretty good.

The next day, we hired a tuk tuk driver to take us to the Angkor Wat temple, as well as two others, Angkor Thom and Ta Prohm (yes, that’s the one from Tomb Raider). We tried to stay out of the way of the huge Chinese tour groups, and avoided getting scammed by the “free” guides and guidebook sellers. The huge, falling down temples are really beautiful…..and big. Truly, a sight to see.

After a couple of days in Siem Reap on our own, we rejoined our Stray bus compatriots and went to Battambang, where we rode the Bamboo Train. It used to go from Cambodia to Bangkok, but is no longer in use except for a few kilometers used for tourism. The locals make these square bamboo pallets, and place them on top of two axels and add a small motor. If two pallets “collide”, one party simply gets off the tracks and picks up their “train”, letting the other party pass. At the end of the track we stopped in a small village for a cold beer and some barbecued mouse, which really doesn’t have all that much meat on i

After the train, six of us wanted to go see the bats leave their cave at dusk, while the others went to a local market. It was pretty cool seeing 3+ million vats streaming out of their cave. They fly up to 200 km away and then return about 8 hours later. They eat a lot of insects every night!

Later we rejoined our group at a homestay, where we had the best fish amok! It’s fish pieces baked in a bamboo leaf, in a coconut milk and Khmer spice broth. Really good. We learned a little about the family who own the house, and what life is like for them in the village, and how they got started in tourism and turning their barn into a homestay area. It’s nice to think that we are helping many members of local families with our tourism dollars.

Then it was two nights in Sihanoukville, a beach town, pretty much catering to mass tourism (not too much local culture there). Good food, a decent bottle of wine, some beach time.

We went to Kampot, and hopped off the bus there for three days, to see our old friend Dave, who I used to teach with. Kampot is a nice little river town, not too overrun with tourists, with a small but growing expat community of people who have found the perfect place to run out their senior years on less than $700 a month. Hmmm, good chance we’ll be back to Kampot one day.

After Kampot, we spent one night on the tiny island of Koh Tansay, in a bungalow that only had electricity from 6pm to 9 pm. 13 bungalows, one restaurant, one massage pavilion with five pallets…. Well that’s all I needed for the 20 hours we were there. A very relaxing and romantic way to spend Valentine’s with my sweetheart (and ten other Stray bussers).

Our last stop in Cambodia is Pnom Penh. On the way into town, we visited the Killing Fields. Chris and I bought the audio guides, which were pretty interesting, although sad. Then we went to S21, one of the Khmer Rouge’s security prisons, where they tortured and killed thousands of intellectuals, teachers, doctors, dissidents, basically anyone who might challenge the 1975-1979 vision of a communist Cambodia. Horribly, the place used to be a school before the schools were shut down.

To end on a more positive note, we went to a cultural dance show in PP, sponsored by an organization called Cambodian Living Arts, which was really good! They performed about a dozen folk dances and blessing songs and had beautiful costumes.  They all seemed to be enjoying themselves and we were happy to see the arts thriving in Cambodia- a minor miracle, considering 90% of their artists were killed 35 years ago.

all in all, a very interesting country to come to, well worth a visit if you’re in the area.  And now we are crossing the border into Vietnam……..


Laos: January 20-Feb 6

We crossed the Thai/Laos border with our Stray bus group, and boarded a long flat covered boat for our two day sail down the Mekong River.  It was very cool looking at the scenery along the way, although after two eight hour days on the river we were definitely ready to be on land! The night between the two boat rides, we stopped in a small highland village and had a homestay.  The village had about 60 family houses, and we divided our group of 18 or so into five houses.  We had dinner and breakfast with our hosts, spent the night on their floor on mattresses and under mosquito nets, and tried the local “Lao Lao”, which is a homemade local rice whisky.  Pretty gross, but it’s cheap and a few shots of that will do the trick! 

When we finished our boat journey, we were in Luang Prabang, the ancient Siam  capital of the north.  A pretty and small city, perfect for some walking around and gazing at all the goods offered in the markets.  We visited the public library, and donated a book for their village outreach program, a “book boat” that travels to remote areas and gives kids there the chance to access a book.  And Luang Prabang is great place for baguette sandwiches: Laos, having once been part of French Indochina, retains the love of French bread that is so missing from Thailand and Malaysia.  

From Luang Prabang we headed south to Vang Vueng, a kind of grungy River town that basically centers on the backpackers coming through and tubing the river.  For five dollars we rented a tube, got dropped off a couple of miles upstream, and floated lazily down the river.  There are five or six bars along the way; if you want to get out, a young Laos boy throws a filled water bottle attached to a rope at you and reels you in, like a fish.  We tubed the river with most of the group from our Stray bus, so it wasn’t long before the Lao Lao was flowing and the beer pong was a-playing. 

The next morning we had the chance to go up in a hot air balloon for only $80 US, so we couldn’t pass that up.  We rose up to 1,000 meters and looked down at the river, the karst mountains, the mist, the rice fields… Really beautiful.  A bit of a scary “crash” landing, but we were all okay, if a little shaken. 

We headed to the Kong Lor area, too small to even really be called a village.  Just five or six guest houses, two restaurants, all a kilometer from the kong Lor cave, which we were there to explore.  We got a boat ride into the cave- 7 kilometers into the cave- had to portage three times- walked around inside the cave for a while. Pretty spooky feeling, being that far under a mountain.  At the end,when we returned to the starting point, we all swam in the cold, clear water in a natural swimming hole at the cave’s entrance. Back at our guesthouse, we all lazed the rest of the day away, nothing to do but look out over the green tobacco fields and the surrounding mountains. What beautiful scenery! 

Ventianne, the capital, was next.  We didn’t do much there except visit the Victory Arch, a temple, and COPE, an organization that helps bomb victims deal with their injuries and adjustment.  We learned about the millions of bombs dropped over Laos during Vietnam and the “Secret War”. Laos is the most bombed country, per capita! And there are still thousands of UXO here, in fields, rivers, jungles, and villages.  

After Ventianne we had another homestay, not with a family, but in a big farmhouse owned by a local and given over to Stray bus for their three times a weeks stop in the village of Xe Champhone. After dinner, the Lao Lao started flowing and the music started playing and the kids on our bus (because, yes, of course Chris and I are the oldest) started partying.  This time I wasn’t in the mood, and kind of felt that the loud partying was a bit disrespectful to the rest of the village, although several locals did stop by to meet us and have a drink.  

Some of our side trips on these days have included Buddha caves, UNESCO temples, waterfalls, a turtle lake,  a coffee plantation, and a monkey forest where we hand fed dozens of macaque monkeys.  

Our last stop in Laos, and where 12 of the 15 of us hopped off the bus for three days, has been an area called “4000 islands” in southern Laos.  We are on an island called Don Dett, about 2 miles long and one mile wide. Just “beach” bungalows, bars, tubing, kayaking, and bicycle rentals.  It’s a nice place to explore and I even managed a run yesterday morning before breakfast.  Rice fields, water buffalo, sunsets, and relaxing. We really needed the break.  Tomorrow we head across the border to Cambodia, starting with Angkor Wat.

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Myanmar: January 8-19, 2015


“When I die I will be a Burman … and I will always walk about with a pretty almond-coloured girl who shall laugh and jest too, as a young maiden ought. She shall not pull a sari over her head when a man looks at her and glare suggestively from behind it, nor shall she tramp behind me when I walk: for these are the customs of India. She shall look all the world between the eyes, in honesty and good fellowship, and I will teach her not to defile her pretty mouth with chopped tobacco in a cabbage leaf, but to inhale good cigarettes of Egypt’s best brand. ” — Rudyard Kipling, “Mandalay” 




Myanmar, formerly Burma, is a country full of contradictions. Full of Buddhists, the country actually has a small minorities of Muslims, who are denied citizenship if they cannot prove their ancestors were in Burma before 1823.  The buildings in the capital city look as if they desperately need a wash and a paint job, while office buildings rent to NGOs and businesses for exorbitant rates such as $25,000 a month, increased from $4,000 a month just two years ago (click here for an article about the $90,000 monthly rent paid by UNICEF). The train station, a glorious architectural gem built in 1877 by the British, looks ready to fall down, while a 620 km train ride from Yangon to Bagan takes a stated 16 hours (more likely to be 20), while the bus ride takes only 8. 


Downtown Yangon


Yangon train station


From Bangkok, it was a simple matter of applying online for a Myanmar visa, and booking a cheap flight to Ÿangon on Air Asia. The flight was 90 minutes long, and we were met at the airport by a taxi driver sent by our friend Maia, whom we had worked with in Sudan. While visiting her in Ÿangon, we went to the Shwedagon Pagoda, a wonderful Buddhist Shrine that, according to local legend, began in 600 BC, and continually enlarged by a succession of kings to its present height of 99 meters. (Historians and archaeologists say it was more likely built between 600 and 900 AD. One of the difficulties of researching Myanmar history is a lack of many written historical accounts). We found the pagoda to be quite beautiful and a nice place to walk around and people watch, particularly all the monks and nuns (shaved heads all around). It’s very peaceful up there, away from the cars and traffic, and you can just sit and listen to the tinkling sound of the tiny brass bells atop each stupa. 


Shwedagon pagoda

We visited the National Museum, but unfortunately you can’t take photos there. I dont know why many developing nations won’t let you take photos. The museum was interesting, with a huge array of artifacts and cultural information. Definitely worth a visit. 

We do a lot of walking around cities, just looking at the buildings, the parks, the people. One of our favorite pastimes is to try street food or settle for a while at an alley cafe and watch the world go by. It’s a good way to chat with some locals and try new foods. Sometimes we’re pleasantly surprised, and other times we’re not. 


Beer stop in the city

Before we left Yangon, we walked by Aung San Suu Kyi’s house, where she was held under house arrest for several years, opposing the government. She has now been released and is head of the National League of Democracy. 




Rather than the scenic but very grimy and outdated train, we opted for the bus to Bagan, a northern plains area covered by literally three thousand stupas, temples, and shrines. We took a night bus and arrived at 5 am, so we decided to walk to the “archaeological zone” and watch the sun rise. In less than half an hour, we could start to see the faint outlines of temples…. And then the sun began to rise and we could see dozens. We began to hear a whooshing noise, and slowly a hot air balloon rose above the trees and temples….and then a dozen more. In all, we counted 14 balloons, and we lost count of the temples. We walked all over the area, including down to the banks of the Irrawaddy River, and just marveled. Eventually we wandered back to town, got some lunch, and took a nap. We got up at four and went back out to watch the sun set behind some other temples. Bagan, and other cities in Myanmar, has that acrid smell from burning trash and controlled-burning cultivation techniques. I remember Sudan and Egypt had the same smell. It’s not terrible, as long as it’s at a distance. 


Sunrise in Bagan



We stayed in Bagan for two days, walking around and bicycling around, and trying different restaurants. Then we bought a bus ticket to head east, to the area around Lake Inle. Our bus turned out to be a minivan, and we were the only passengers. Weird. The ride was interesting, though, passing through villages, crossing a few rivers, and going over a small mountain range. Eventually- at 4:30 even though the driver said we would arrive at 2- we arrived in Nuangshwe, a small town on the edge of Lake Inle. We found a hotel for $25 with hot water, wifi (semi), and breakfast, and then walked around town for a bit. Like Bagan, the town consists of four paved roads, in a grid, with maybe six more dirt roads making up the entire main center of action. There’s probably a dozen small hotels/guesthouses here, a dozen restaurants, and a dozen tour services shops, helping travelers to organize boat rides, trekking, bus tickets, share taxis, bicycle rentals, or air tickets. It’s impossible to get lost and you really don’t need a map. 

On the western end of town is a canal, which feeds into the lake. Perhaps fifty boatmen await, hoping to entice you with a boat tour of the lake and the Shan and Karen villages that border it. They have very long- 15 meter- boats that are very narrow, and very shallow, because the lake is an average of three feet deep.  We negotiated a boat tour on our second day in town, and off we went to the southern end of the lake, 20 miles away.  We visited a lovely pagoda site,  rising up from the banks of the lake like a Disney castle, and then boated through a floating village, the houses all set up on stilts with their canoes parked underneath. We passed men catching fish, and women harvesting rice or washing laundry in the lake. We even saw a woman hanging bags of rice noodles in the sun to dry. We visited a Shan village to see a pottery worker, and got to try our hand at a candle holder and a vase. We also visited a boat building yard, where it takes four men one month to build the 15 meter boats by hand. We visited a cheroot rolling house, made with tobacco, cloves, honey, tamarind, and rice wine. And we saw a weaving workshop, where they made thread out of cotton, silk, and lotus stems to make clothing and scarves. The lotus stem part really blew me away- a very painstaking process. Those scarves are very expensive. If you’ve ever seen pictures of traditionally dressed Myanmar women, the way they wear their scarves wrapped around their heads show which tribe they belong to. The men all wear the longyii, which is a long piece of fabric around their waist, tied like a wrap around skirt. In the villages they wear the Burmese conical woven hats, but not in the city. 


Lake Inle fishermen

Pottery making

The boat  driver wanted to take us to the “long neck village”, but I said no. I think it’s really exploitive of girls to do that to them so young. If they take the rings off their necks they cannot even hold their heads up. And now they do it for tourist dollars, even busing them into Thailand and China to display. 

Also near the lake is a winery, one of two in Myanmar. We walked out to the vineyards and tried four of their wines, enjoying the views from their hilltop of the small villages nearby. A nice way to spend our last afternoon in Naungshwe. We left that evening on a night bus, arriving in Mandalay in the morning. 

Chris at Red Mountain Winery


In Mandalay, there wasn’t a whole lot to do. There’s an ancient walled Grand Palace, but it was destroyed in World War II, and rebuilt with forced labor and new materials, rather than the original teakwood. So instead we climbed Mandalay Hill, just outside of town, where you pass through pagodas, shrines, and temples as you ascend the hill.  Really nice views from the top, as well.  And at the bottom, we visited the Kuthodow Pagoda, which claims to be the largest book in the world, consisting of 1774 stupas, each one holding an inscribed tablet of the Tripitaka, a sacred Buddhist text. 

Kuthodow Pagoda



Tripitaka text


Uniquely Myanmar:

*Tea leaf salad. Now my favorite dish in Myanmar. 

Tea leaf salad


* the women in Myanmar all decorate their faces with a yellow paste made from tree bark. They wear this as decoration, and as sunscreen. It takes a little getting used to, but now I think it’s very pretty. 


Tree branch used for face paint


Myanmar girl with face painted


* There are no bicycles, scooters, or motorcycles allowed in Yangon. Very rare for an Asian city.  No one is quite sure why they are illegal in that one city.  

* The fishermen on lake Inle have developed a unique way of paddling.  They stand on one leg in the prow of their boats, and wrap their other leg around their paddle. They use that leg to steer and push themselves forwards, while keeping their hands free for their nets. 

Thailand: Dec 28- Jan 8; Jan 19-23

Highlights of Thailand (Chris says that I think the country is called Shrimp Pad Thailand)


Krabi: visiting the hot springs waterfall and the Emerald pools- lovely and refreshing!

Krabi.JPG  image





Phuket: spending New Year’s Eve on Patong Beach, with maybe 6,000 other people, setting off fireworks and paper lanterns.



Semilan Islands: an over night tent camping trip to some uninhabited islands in the Andaman Sea.



Night train to Bangkok: my number one favorite way to travel long distances.


Bangkok: seeing Chantal.  Seeing the Grand Palace and the Reclining Buddha. Eating street food. Hello, mango sticky rice and pad Thai and avocado shakes and hot tea with sweetened condensed milk.  Mmmmm.

Reclining Buddha

Mango sticky rice


Ayutthaya: The ancient capital of Siam, sacked by the Burmese in 1767.




Chiang Mai: The “Rose of the North”, home to Thai boxing and stupas and yoga studios galore

Thai Boxing Match

Chiang Rai: The futuristic and weird White Palace






Java, Singapore, Malaysia, and Brunei

After Bali, we hopped on a flight to the Indonesian island of Java, next door. We landed in Yogyakarta, home to two UNESCO world heritage sites. Using public transportation, we made our way to Parambanan, a large Hindu temple complex, and to Borobudur, the largest Buddhist temple.  Both were built in the 900’s and were amazing to see and also amazingly hot and humid. In Yogya, we also got to engage in one of my favorite travel past times: seeing a movie! We caught Mockingjay at a theater, which I loved.














We flew to Singapore, the island state at the very tip of SE Asia. For two days we did the hop on, hop off bus there. I have to say, there isn’t much to do in Singapore except shop and eat. Although, we did stay in the red light district, where prostitution is legal, so that made for some very interesting street-watching in the evenings. And the huge buildings and skyscrapers were fascinating.


After Singapore, we took a bus into Malaysia, and stopped in Malacca. We stayed there for three days, and enjoyed their river walk area, a river cruise, the Jonker Street night market, and a very nicely done museum on the history of the area, beautifully housed in the shah’s old wooden palace.


Another bus, this time up to Kuala Lumpur. What a skyline! The twin Petronas towers are so cool to look at. We rode up to the top of the KL Tower to get a better view of the Petronas towers, also went up to the 33rd floor Skybar of a nearby hotel to get a great night shot. Like Singapore, KL is mainly about shopping and eating. We did also visit the orchid and hibiscus gardens, and took the metro out to Batu Caves, a huge limestone cave that houses some Hindu shrines and a giant gold statue of Lord Murugan, the Hindu God of war. And we saw another movie – the last Hobbit film.


From KL we found a flight to Brunei, a tiny country the size of Delaware on the island of Borneo. We spent four days there, including Christmas. We did a city tour and visited two huge mosques, the Royal Regalia museum, and the water village- a large portion of the city’s population live in houses built on stilts in the river. Brunei is interesting- they have sharia law there, but also a large number of multi-faith Indonesians and Malaysians living there. Christmas was a public holiday there, although most shops and businesses stayed open. The Sultan of Brunei is supposedly the richest man in the world, and owns all the oil and gas there. Petrol costs 32 cents a liter.


The coolest thing we did in Brunei was go on a river and rainforest tour. We rode up the river for about 45 minutes, then rode in a van another 25. Then we got in another boat, a very shallow draft, longboat, and rode another 45 minutes into the national forest. Then we hiked in and up the forest, until we came to four huge canopy towers. We climbed up the towers- 50 meters high- and walked across the top of the forest. It was very neat to see the top of the forest like that.

Some notes about things I’ve noticed this week while traveling. My t shirts are starting to get pretty stretched out from all the washing and wearing, especially the necklines. So I decided to replace one of them at a mall in KL. Do you know how hard it is to find a shirt without a super scooped neck or deeply v-necked shirt? I had to buy one from the boys department at H&m. 

Also, every single hotel we have had in SE Asia has had free internet. Why do so many US hotels still charge for wifi? 


Next up for us is Thailand, and getting a chance to visit our dear friend Chantel.

Packing List

Several people have asked me, how do you pack for a year long trip, covering various climate zones. Well, this is what I carry around:

3 pairs of pants (one long, one Capri, one yoga)
2 pairs of shorts (actually one is a skort)
3 short sleeved t shirts
2 long sleeved shirts (one is a capilene base layer)
2 tank tops
1 swimsuit+ 1 long sleeved swim shirt
2 dresses (one is more for bars or nightclubs, also works as a swimsuit cover, the other is a bit nicer, for dinners out or holidays, etc)
1 pair merino wool leggings
1 merino wool hoodie
1 rain jacket
6 pairs underwear
1 bra, 1 sports bra
3 pairs socks
1 pair sneakers
1 pair sport sandals
1 pair nicer sandals
1 sarong (works as a sheet, towel, backpack, laundry bag, picnic basket, beach blanket, tent, headscarf, skirt, dress, prayer shawl, tablecloth)
1 reusable grocery bag
1 cloth purse (wallet, passport, sunglasses, Chapstick)
1 small toiletries kit with daily needs: toothpaste, toothbrush, comb, shampoo, conditioner, lotion, deodorant, sunscreen, floss, tweezers (all trial sizes that get refilled)
1 small toiletries kit for less needed items: baby powder, neosporin, duct tape, highlighter, marker, pony tail holders, cotton swabs, headband, flash drives, ear plugs, eye mask, flashlight
George, my stuffed monkey

1 iPhone (mainly for pics on the go, messaging, and Skype)
1 selfie stick
1 ipad (for pics, ereader, maps, wikitravel, blog, and getting on Internet to do things like banking or hotel reservations)
1 underwater camera

I carry the Osprey Porter 46 liter bag. I could probably have done with a 40 liter, maybe even a 35 liter bag. The smaller the bag, the less weight you’re carrying around! At the last airport we went to, my bag weighed 9 kg (20 pounds).

Chris carries the Osprey 55 liter, which detaches into 2 parts: a main bag and a backpack. And he thinks I have too much stuff. Below is a picture of what I carry, and then a picture of Chris’s stuff.



Bali: December 4-12, 2014

Bali is one of the 17,000 islands in the Indonesia archipelago, and is about half the size of the Big Island in Hawaii. While Indonesia is 90% Muslim, Bali is 90% Hindu. There are four million people living in Bali, and it has over 10,000 temples and over 4,000 hotels. It’s a very popular vacation spot for Australians- they’re everywhere.

My suggestions for things to do in Bali

1. Stay in Kuta/Legian/Seminyak area. There’s tons of bars, restaurants, hotels, tour operators, taxis, scooters, and beaches crammed into this small area off Denpasar. There’s plenty to see and do to keep you busy anywhere from two days to two weeks.

A hotel on Poppies Lane  cost: $28

A hotel on Poppies Lane cost: $28

2. Take a surf lesson on the beaches of Kuta/Legian/Seminyak. We used Odyssey surf school, located next to the Hard Rock Cafe. Or, you can just rent a board from one of the local guys set up on the beach. Our lesson was two and a half hours and cost us about $35 each.


Odyssey Surf School at the Hard Rock

Odyssey Surf School at the Hard Rock

3. Take a tour to some temples around the island. You can do a big bus tour, or a private car tour. For the private car, you can get 2-6 people together and pay one price (about $60), so if you can organize together you can save some money. We did the Bedugul tour, which took us to a lakeside temple, a royal family temple, a monkey forest, lunch, coffee farm ( which serves lewak, or civet coffee), and finally, the Tannah Lot temple, also called Temple by the Sea.

Tannah Lot

Tannah Lot

4. Visit Ubud. This “cultural capital” (featured in Eat, Pray, Love) is filled with shops, restaurants, temples, garden bungalows, and frangipani-covered alleys. Just enjoy taking slow walks through the little town, saying hi to the locals. Consider a cooking class, or walk over to the monkey forest. Sit in the garden of your bungalow and read, or take a dip in the pool.

Temple in Ubud

Temple in Ubud

5. Get a massage. They range from 60,000 rupiah to 120,000 ($4-12 USD), so feel free to get more than one. Add in a facial or a pedicure. Get another one tomorrow.

6. Watch the cremation ceremony (called a ngaben) in Ubud. We inadvertently showed up in town right smack in the middle of the procession, featuring towering floats carried on the shoulders of 20-30 men. The body of the deceased is actually inside the float and after winding through the town they are taken to the cremation cemetery and burned. (the floats vary and may be in the shape of a giant on and/ or a golden tower). There is an annual mass cremation ceremony for poorer people (the bodies are interred in the ground while waiting for the mass cremation), or a private ceremony for richer or royal families (still with a public procession). You can find out when the ceremonies are happening in advance because they are planned for auspicious days according to the lunar calendar.

Cremation Ceremony Tower

Cremation Ceremony Tower

7. Visit a Balinese art museum. Two really nice ones are in Ubud, the Pura Lukisan museum and the ARMA (Agung Rai Museum of Art).

Chris at the Pura Lukisan Museum

Chris at the Pura Lukisan Museum

8. Take a bike tour from the volcano in the lake (Batur) to Ubud. They can pick you up from Kuta or from Ubud. You start with breakfast at the family compound of the owner, go to a coffee farm, and then see the volcano. Then you get on the bikes, and it’s 25 km downhill, stopping at various villages, temples, and rice paddies along the way to take in the view and listen to the guide explain his culture. A delicious lunch afterward and then you’re dropped off at your hotel or guesthouse or home stay. We used Bali Bike Baik and found them to be really excellent, informative and well organized.

On our bike ride, enjoying the scenery

On our bike ride, enjoying the scenery

9. See a traditional Balinese dance. We attended a women’s kecak, which included a chorus of singers and chanters, while costumed dancers acted out a historic Balinese folk tale, the Ramayana Epic.

The Ramayana Epic

The Ramayana Epic

10. Visit the next island over. You can go east and visit Gili or Lombok by boat, or go west, and take an overnight bus (and ferry) to visit Java. We headed west to visit Java, then Sumatra. The buses are air conditioned and quite comfortable. Flights are also cheap.  We are taking a flight to Yogyakarta for under $50 each on Lion Air.

The Bintang is always icy cold and only 30,000 rupiah ($2.50)

The Bintang is always icy cold and only 30,000 rupiah ($2.50)