As an African American with natural hair, water and I, just don’t get along. But sometimes, while traveling you are gifted an opportunity.. an opportunity so beautiful you have no choice but to jump in. Over the last week I’ve had quite a few opportunities to “jump” ..if you will.

Tegenungan Waterfall. Big. Beautiful. Full of tourists. Granted I did go on the first weekend following about 5 days of rain. My travel partner and his business partner were the first to jump in the current. After about 5 minutes he came to grab me from the only shady place I could find and invited me into the water.. I was reluctant at first but once I got in the falls I didn’t ever want to get out.

Volcano Batur Hot Springs. Let me tell you, it was a journey to get here. My travel partner, aka the only person that can drive the scooter, was sick and kept having to stop to blow his nose. It only took about 3 wrong turns, constant directions from locals and over 2 hours to get there… but boy was it worth it. There were four pools one of which, the biggest one, was slightly cooler than the others but still warm and just as amazing for the skin. With our admission (150,ooo IDR) we got towels, lockers, welcome drinks and snacks. My sick travel partner took a nap after some snacks and I did some laps and relaxed with the locals. We met a couple from the UK who told us how they feel about Brexit and we shared how we feel about our commander in chief. Around 3:30 pm we had to call it a day so we’d make it back down the mountain/volcano long before it got dark. Rough roads and no lights don’t mix..

Finn’s Beach Club. Now this little dime was in Canggu. Our driver for the day, Andre, took us here after we renewed our visas in town. With my travel partner, his business partner and his business partner’s wife in tow, we ate drank and were merry. The venue was perfect, square lounges big enough to fit 6 people, a pool with swim up bar, and the beach started 5 ft from where the pool ends. I met some rad chicks from Australia who liked my accent or lack there of.. and had this location been in the US, I easily would have spent the equivalent of $200 USD but instead I spent $50 and trust me.. I got a lot for my money.

Each location offered a different kind of experience and I am truly grateful for them all. I can’t wait for my next adventure but for now at least I’m glad I took the plunge.. even if my hair is as thankful.


Day Trippin’

On my 5th day in Ubud we decided to be tourists and take a day trip. With so many different options, the group of us settled on river rafting. Our transportation arrived at 8 am and we were off. On the way our guide picked up two other travelers, a young military couple, visiting from Hawaii. The van was full and the excitement was high. There was a quick pit stop at headquarters to suit up before climbing in the back of a pick up and heading out to the river. The sun was hot on our backs as we disembarked on the side of the road. I heard our guide Johnny say “Follow me” and I did. He took us through a rice patty, with beautiful views and into the jungle with steep drops and slippery slopes. “If only my mom can see me now,” I squealed with joy. Shortly after I realized, I’m sure if my mom saw me know she’s just about pass out. Here I was following a stranger into the jungle wearing only a two piece and life jacket. Sorry mom, I love you.

I was thankful the second I heard the water. My desk job back home was starting to show as my legs were shaking as I bound the last few steps. It took about 10 minutes to get down to the river’s edge and I was drenched in sweat. My travel partner found a stream of water flowing down the side of a rock and with a few sticks created a fountain for us to refresh ourselves with while we waited for our river safety lesson. I learned two things “boom, boom” means get down and the most important rule of the water, even more so if you fall out, is do not panic. It was finally time to get in the raft and my heart was racing. You see I’m not a strong swimmer and up until this point river rafting was a good idea. As I climbed into the raft, that idea became a reality. I took my seat, at the front of the boat, and tried to remember that most important rule of the water. I vaguely recall Johnny giving us one more safety reminder before he pushed our raft off the embankment and into the water.

We had just “boom, boomed” down a swift part of the river, rebounded off of a rock wall and I was really starting to enjoy myself. As we came around the bend we were greeted by a young girl screaming her head off as guides drove into the river, looking downstream you could see her parents had fallen out of their raft. I thought about jumping in to help, I thought about going to hug the girl but mostly I thought that there is no way I’m falling off this raft. The river tried to take me with her, especially after a short pit stop at a river side bar ran by the locals. Two beers later, we were back on board and coasting to the finish line. Hugh rocks lining the riverbed had been carved telling the Indonesian version of the Romeo and Juliet story. We came across beautiful waterfalls and spectacular views, over and over again as we settled at another embankment. Our ride was over. I suddenly remembered our hike down the mountain. The hike back up was “easier” meaning that all the stairs were paved and we didn’t have to deal with mud and rock steps. But they still took my breath away. Meanwhile locals stacked multiple deflated rafts, life jackets and helmets on their heads and speed up the stairs past me.

At the top we climbed into the back of another pickup and when back to headquarters for a buffet style lunch. I couldn’t even eat from the onset of exhaustion. As much fun as I had the activity of the day had taken it’s toll on my soft mushy body. My travel partner joined me as we climbing into our transport back to the bungalow. “Let’s do that again!” He was beaming. “We’ll see.” I said and strapped in for the long ride home.