First 48.

We arrived in Bali at 5pm local time and had a driver lined up to take us to our hotel. I was still groggy, not quite sure what day it was but we had finally made it. After about an hour ride to the hotel and a quick trip to our room to drop off our belongs. It was time to eat. Out into the streets of Bali we went, wandering but really following our new friends to the restaurant they always visit during stays here. The food was warm and the company was nice. I ended up nodding off at the table. After all the sleeping I’d done on the plane you’d think I’d be able to make it through dinner. Nope.

The next morning I woke to roosters and other animal sounds I’m not familiar with. Breakfast was brought to the patio outside my front door. I decided to take any easy day and start to get familiar with my surroundings. We walked the town and got lost a bit, visited the day market that catered to tourists like me and grabbed a beer at 10 am. While my travel partner and his friend chatted, I watched the street in front of us fill with locals, tourists and groves of scooters. Around noon we headed back to the hotel to relax by the pool. I got up the nerve to take a yoga class.. easily the best decision I made that first day. But after eating lunch and taking a shower, an old friend of mine named jet-lag took me out for the next 14 hours.

The next morning I woke up to roosters and other animal sounds I’m not yet familiar with only this time it was 5:30 am local time and my travel partner was pacing our room in the dark. Coffee. I needed it but our room didn’t have any sugar. As we walked to the corner market and back the sun joined us. Breakfast was delivered to the patio and it was delicious. It was no later than 8 am and already a scorcher. It was time to start the business part of this trip which meant hopping on the back of a scooter and driving to a different part of the island and off we went. I begged to stop to get a picture of a rice field and the group of us ended up getting a personalized tour of a carving studio that had been pasted down from one generation to the next. It was truly incredible looking at the craftsmanship and attention to detail every single piece of wood work was paid. The few times I could peel my eyes away for a moment to take a photo; it didn’t accurately depict what I saw.

I’m just a few hours into my travels and I cannot wait to see what else this journey has in store for me.



We woke to the thickest fog I’d seen in months.. our uber driver navigated us to the airport with extreme caution. Our flight was delayed. But they put us on another one to San Francisco and from there we would make our flight to Tokyo and onward to Jakarta. The fog, however, had other plans for us. My travel partner began getting upset. Three hours into the trip and we already had this much trouble. It’s going to be a long two months.

When our flight finally got us to San Francisco we had 10 hours to kill before boarding began on our next flight to Singapore. We took the Bart to civic center and walked through China Town. I wanted to see the bridge but we simply didn’t have enough time. Try as I might and perhaps it was my utter lack of desire to visit San Fran, I was not impressed by the urine soaked streets and beautifully crafted building. I couldn’t wait to be back on the Bart and more over back on the plane headed to our final destination.

Now if you believe it our flight out of SF was also delayed, so much so that I feel asleep in my seat before the flight attendants reminded me how to get to emergency exits and before the plane took off. It was about 11pm pst and I was still in California. When I woke somewhere over the Pacific, I realized I’d slept about half the flight. Not bad. But I had another 9 hours before touchdown and the plane was completely dark. This is when my good friend boredom kicked in and still exhausted mentally from everything thus far.. Blackout.

I went on and on like this waking up, completely groggy getting some water and crashing asleep. this pattern played out like this for the rest of this flight. The leap we took from Singapore to Jakarta and even from Jakarta to Bali. I’ve had enough planes to last a lifetime but I know I’ll have to do it all over again in a few short but very long months.