DAY 22: UBUD BALI
I woke up early – not too early – and went on a run to find the lost trails of Ubud. There are trails on the maps that I want to discover. I feel like a conquistador explored walking through these lands – actualy running through these lands – so I must look funny to the native people. Who is this white guy and why is he running? Am I the first they have seen running through the ricefields. Will others soon be arriving to run through these ricefields. If I can find the trails other people can find them. And the maps are all there with the trails on them. Soon the big hotels will build and absorb the trails and the rice fields wil be no more – and then what will become of Ubud. Very interesting how houses have just carved out a section of the rice fields. When will they say enough is enough? Do people travel to Ubud for the ricefields? Really seemed like only me out there today running – no one else. I ran to the Four Seasons hotel and resort and discovered all teh trails except the one heading back towards Ubud and the monkey Forest. I spoke to a guy wh said “Not that trail!” or something like that, which I took to ean that the trail does not exist. At the Four Season they have a security guard at the front, and even though I was sweaty and bleeding on my forehead I was able to make it through. He did say somthing to me as I passed by and I thought they might deny my entrance, but he saw my camera and just wanted a photo of him with another Balinese woman employee. Everyone said good morning as I walked around the campus. The place was empty. One guy asked for my room number and the game was up, but he sent me to the higher level to exit so that I would have ample opportunity for photos on my way out. And the view is quite amazing from the water terrace. I had hit my head on a low market door shortly before arriving at the Four Seasons -still bleeding. So, I must have looked like quite a site. The people in the market all gasped and said something like “boy he sure is tall, or wow no one hit the hangin market door or karme finds you.” I needed a baidaid, but only received a tissue. I caught a taxi back to the house and the taxi driver actually seemed agitated that I did not want to spend the day with him visiting Bali Bird Park or the volcano or any further expeditions, and will this be how the island goes. Early morning here. I feel asleep last night before writing. I made all of our flight arragements and hotels stays for Chiang Mai and Borneo, and the flight to Kota Bharu and the Perhentians. All falling into place and becoming more and more focused. Ezra can be heard around the neighborhood when he wakes up. I guess a combination of age and voice and esires of chocolate milk. His belly is big and is hurting. I hope this is not too serious. We stayed and played at the Pool of Keritasa all day – that’s how long of time to pln our future, and we are almost there. A hotel in Kota Bharu and Kuta. Don’t forget Kuta beach in the end. No monkeys today, but I did see a pig next to a volleyball court – probably soon to be sacrificed.
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