Life in Amed

We spent the past weekend with another family from the Green School in Amed, a fishing village on the east coast of Bali.   On our way there we stopped at Tirta Gangga which is a water palace built in 1946 by the King of Karangasem.  Much of it was destroyed when Mt. Agung erupted in 1963, but since then it has been rebuilt and restored to close to the original.  The kids had fun hopping across the steppingstones and swimming in the pool where the king used to swim.

Once we got to Amed, we settled into the slower pace of life in this small, coastal fishing village.  Every morning we watched the fishing boats come to shore at 7:30.  Mainly they were catching mackerel which they sold for 10-30 cents depending on supply and demand.  At times the boats go out in the late afternoon, but the morning seemed to be the most bustling time for the fishermen.  The boats all have colorful sails and were a beautiful sight on the horizon.  

Our timing was good and we were there for the big culmination of a 10 day ceremony for the opening of a new temple.  We went to the temple for the ceremony and the beginning of the 


'melasti' or procession to the beach to make offerings and gather holy water.  In preparation for the ceremony, we all got dressed in our Balinese ceremony clothes.  We had brought them along not knowing whether we would need them for Tirta Gangga which we didn't.  However, we weren't planning on going to a major ceremony so I didn't bring my kebaya, ceremonial top, and when the women living next to the hotel saw me, they brought out all their kebayas and let me borrow one.  Tom and Nat were brought in by the man of the family and blessed with holy water and ceremonial rice grains.  I would have liked to see the whole melasti but the kids were restless and we weren't sure what they would think about the offering of a goat in the sea, watching it die and be washed away.


The new temple cost $35,000 to build which is about the yearly salary of about 15 people. These villages must have been saving for many years.  The excitement was palpable as it seemed that this long-standing dream had come true. 


The driver who took us was at the ceremony, so we had a bit of an adventure getting a ride back to the hotel.  We were able to flag down a minibus that took us.


          

 My favorite thing about the weekend though was our time playing on the beach with some local girls.  Tom taught them a bunch of camp songs and Alexa taught them some hand games and they taught us some Balinese dancing and songs.  We seemed as enamored by them and they were with us. You can check out Tom in action in this short video posted by our friends http://youtu.be/LoUekld_fAA

Australia

Australia was a nice break from Bali. The relief felt in 70 degree weather was extreme for Rock and he realized he wasn't so homesick as much as hot sick. Australia also felt amazingly clean and orderly in comparison to Bali. However, it was also extremely expensive which started to feel pretty oppressive.


Highlights from our trip were contributed by all members of the family ...


Playing in parks
























Bouldering at Granite Gorge














Taking hot baths


Feeding wallabies and seeing the joeys

Swimming with two sea turtles on the Great Barrier Reef

Seeing the opera house

Seeing some friends from Bali in Sydney


Sunsets over the Sydney Harbor

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Being cold


Spending time with Mimi and Papa


A quiet walk along a river in search of platypus


Playing at the Powerhouse Museum


The Narnia exhibit at the museum

Art Show

Sorry-I thought I had posted this.  This is from May 1.

Tonight the boys had an art show for the painting class they have been taking. One of the moms at the Green School is a pretty famous painter from Norway and she started a painting class with a Balinese painter for kids. Every Monday for the past couple of months they have gone and explored acrylic paint and canvas. 


Tonight we came together for an art exhibition for families and the community. Owen was so proud. Mostly Henry observed in class only last week, working on a collaborative piece with a friend. It has been fun to see what they produce and how they express themselves and their thoughts through art.


At the show, Bjorg, the artist, announced that she is also arranging a show at a local fancy hotel. The kids were excited about this, although they mainly wanted to know if they could swim in the pool. However, Owen also said that he thought he better start working a bit less abstract for that show.


Originally the paintings were going to be for sale with the proceeds going to the Smile Foundation in Bali. This is an organization that changes people's lives through repairing facial and cranial abnormalities. Owen and several of the kids didn't like the idea of selling their paintings because they wanted to bring them home. I told Owen that we would buy his paintings so we could keep them and also make the donation to the Smile Foundation.


We are off to Australia tomorrow so I will be off blogging for about 2 weeks.  Enjoy Spring as we are off to enjoy Fall for the second time in the past 12 months.  

Earth Day

We spent Earth Day day with my parents in north west Bali and we got to celebrate it by releasing two Olive Ridley sea turtles into the Indian Ocean.   We were staying in Pemuteran for the weekend and down the beach just a bit was Proytek Penyu, a turtle conservation center that is working to save the endangered sea turtles.  In the past, when sea turtles were caught in fisherman's nets, they were eaten.  Now fishermen bring the turtles to the center and are paid for them. The center then releases the turtles back to the ocean.  In addition, villagers are paid for turtle eggs that are found on the beach.  The center collects the egg so they aren't destroyed by dogs, fishing boats and tourists using the beach or eaten as they are considered a delicacy here.  The eggs are buried in the hatchery in the center and kept at temperatures consistent with the natural environment.  Oddly enough, if the eggs are kept at mostly 30 degrees celsius the turtles will be males and at 32 degrees celsius they are mostly female.  After  45-60 days the eggs hatch and the baby turtles are kept in salt water ponds where they are monitored, fed and cared for until they are 2-3 months.  At this point, tourists can then pay $10 to release  a turtle.  

The boys were both quite excited and also very serious about their responsibility of releasing the turtles.  They named them Deva and Fifa.  It was pretty special seeing the little turtles, about 2.5 months old, but the size of Owen's hand, making their way across the sand and into the sea.  We watched them for a while until the speck of their bodies disappeared into the horizon.  The experience gave the boys a sense that they were really doing something to help endangered animals.

The village of Pemutran is also the site of a project called Bio Rocks.  A little over ten years ago people realized that the coral reefs were quickly disappearing from human impact.  Cyanide was being used to stun and collect reef fish to be sold to aquariums and tropical fish stores.  In addition, fisherman were blasting the reef with dynamite to collect fish.  These practices along with global warming and the invasion of the Crown of Thorns Starfish and the Drupella shells  were killing the reef.  Several locals and boolays (expats) were very concerned about this habitat destruction and also recognized that this would also drive away tourists who come to snorkel and scuba dive.  They began a project and secured grant funding from Australia to remove the non native starfish and sea shells, repair broken reef and encourage the growth of new reef.  In addition metal structures and wooden boats were placed in the bay as a location for the coral to grow.  Low voltage electric current is being supplied to the coral and the metal structures which stimulates the growth of the limestone on which the coral grows. 

The effects are impressive.  The coral I saw here was the healthiest and most stunning I have seen.  The variation in color and shape was fantastic.  We have snorkeled in many places in the world and what I saw here was mind blowing.  Owen and Henry both took to the water like fish and it was great seeing both of them so secure in their snorkeling.  Owen in particular loves snorkeling and revels in seeing all the fish.  He has learned to dive down to get a closer look at something and is our little Jacques Cousteau.  

While in Pemuteran, we also took a boat to Mengangan, an island that is a marine park surrounded by gorgeous reef where we snorkeled and saw "the wall" which is considered to be the best snorkeling and diving in Bali.  It was pretty great and a fun trip for all of us.  

North Bali is less populated than the south and we really enjoyed less traffic and a glimpse into the Bali of 20 years ago.  We drove through some beautiful countryside of terraced rice fields and hillsides of jungle.  I think for my parents it was nice to see that there are parts of Bali still like what they experienced when they were here in 1988.  

Good Weekend

It was a beautiful weekend here.  We caught a particular gorgeous morning with the full moon setting in the west as the sun was rising in the east after one of our anticipation-induced early morning wake ups.  


The weather has started to cool off just a bit and the rain is much less consistent.  It seems to be kite season and the air is filled with kites that kids are flying.  Kite flying appears to be a predominantly male activity with few girls flying kites.  Many are homemade out of bamboo and plastic bags, but some are store bought, mainly in bird shapes.  On Sunday we joined some local boys flying kites in the rice paddies by our house.  We shared some laughs, sang songs together, played tricks pushing each other into the rice paddies and general goofiness.  


It was also Owen's birthday party this weekend and we went to Waterbom, a waterpark which is like a tropical raging waters on steroids.  The rides were far more extreme as they don't worry about liability.  In fact, we heard about several fatalities and our friend shared a story about catching a bit too much air and falling out of the slide, not off of his tube, but out of the actual waterslide.  Luckily, he only sprained his ankle and had multiple bruises.  We had lots of fun though and by the end of the day, Owen had worked up the courage to ride "Smashdown" which is a pretty precipitous drop followed by a small hump and then almost straight down in a narrow trough of the slide.  The force of the water after the drop was enough to rip Rock's swim shorts all the way up to the band.  It was definitely exhilarating.   After going on it twice, Owen said, "Mom, that one isn't actually my favorite."  "Mine either" I replied.  After the party, Xochi came over for a sleepover and joined for Easter.


Sunday was Easter and we had a party at our house.  The Balinese Easter Bunny came in the morning and hid small, colorful woven boxes and bags and decorative tins around the house and garden.  Very excited about Easter, the kids woke up an hour or more before they usually do and were raring to go despite my attempts to keep them asleep.  I was a bit nervous that the Easter Bunny hadn't had time to hide the "eggs" but it turns out he was up early too.  Friends came over later for a potluck brunch, swimming and several more hunts.  It was a fun gathering for all and it was nice hosting at our house for the first time.  

My parents arrive in a week and between the excitement of that, the gorgeous weather, and the fun-filled weekend I am definitely feeling a renewed appreciation for being here.  We have only two and a half more months filled with travel and multiple visitors so I think it will fly by.  A week or two ago, I felt like June 27th, our departure date, couldn't come soon enough but now the thought of the end brings both sadness and excitement. As I was looking at our latest batch of photos, I was thinking about how beautiful it is right out our front door and how much I will miss this.  


The rice is tall now and blows in the wind.  Several paddies nearby had ceremonies for the rice being "pregnant" and special offerings are made every day to secure a good harvest.  The full moon and an auspicious day as determined by the priest  brought many ceremonies and many weddings.  There are ceremonies all over the place and special decorations at the front of peoples homes mark the place where someone in the family just got married.  On our drive back from Waterbom, we saw the longest procession of offerings we have seen yet with around 100 women carrying tall offerings on their heads followed by a male gamelan group.  These are things that we won't experience at home. They are usually surprises to us and we never know what the future will hold.  The range of what is possible feels much larger than at home and it keeps us on our toes. 

Sumatra

We spent our Spring Break in Sumatra.  Our main impetus for going to Sumatra was to see the wild orangutans.  The boys, especially Owen, are animal lovers and nature conservationists and this felt like a once in a lifetime opportunity.


The first part of the trip we spent in Bukit Lawang, a small town recovering from a major flood in 2003 that is the base for orangutan viewing in Sumatra.  The town is located on the edge of Gunung Leuser National Park, a hardwood rainforest jungle which is one of only a couple locations where orangutans live in the wild.  It is the home to the largest animal sanctuary of Sumatran orangutan (around 5,000 orangutans occupy the area) and a rehabilitation center that was founded in 1973 to preserve the decreasing  orangutan population caused by hunting, trading, and deforestation.  Sumatra has one of the highest deforestation rates of any country in the world and some predict that wild orangutans will be extinct by 2023. By some estimates, more than 80 percent of all orangutan habitat has already been destroyed. Although once found throughout southeast Asia, orangutans today live only on the islands of Borneo and Sumatra, and their numbers have dwindled from perhaps several hundred thousand to between 15,000 to 24,000. 


Orangutans are the world's largest arboreal mammal, eating, sleeping, nesting, and traveling in the trees of the rain forest. Rarely coming to the ground, they live on the fruits, leaves, seeds, bark, and insects of the rain forests.


We were lucky enough to see 6 orangutans, babies, mamas and one large male.  We saw them at a feeding platform established by the rehabilitation center so they varied from completely wild to orangutans that were re-located here after they were left homeless due to illegal logging or were rescued from captivity. They were truly amazing and HUGE.  We could get pretty close, the rangers and guides letting us know when it was time to back up. They are magnificent creatures who share 96.4% the same DNA as us.  We observed a huge wild male barfing up his food, slurping it back up and repeating the process over and over again.  We learned that they are ruminants and I felt very happy that this is a trait we don't share. We were amazed at how neatly he did this though and surprised that he didn't get any in his beautiful red fur. We also went on a jungle trek where we learned more about the rainforest, scaled hillsides, climbed down a waterfall, swam in a couple of swimming holes and went tubing on the river back to town.


The town is located on a stunning river and we spent many hours playing with river rocks, reflecting on how similar it felt to a river in California and time we spend on the Navarro River, minus the monkeys and orangutans of course.  


From here, we went to Medan, the second largest city in Indonesia where we celebrated Owen's birthday.  While the scenery in Bukit Lawang was amazing, the accommodations were quite rustic, no flush toilets, no hot water, no ac or fan, mattresses that had seen better days, many, many bugs and a worm that excreted glow in the dark fluid when we tried to move it off our mosquito net.  This was also compounded by a rock concert starring the jungle trek guides that lasted until around 3 am that was right next to our hotel making sleep almost impossible.  We ended up retreating to the Marriott in Medan for some luxury.  Here we swam in the pool, ordered room service, enjoyed the buffets (the boys love buffets), took hot baths, got free birthday cakes and enjoyed the ac in our executive suite. 


Our day in Medan was a bit surreal.  We went to a wildlife museum that housed over 1,000 taxidermy animals that appeared to be one man's collection, some of them rare specimens of genetic deformations (something that looked like a goat with a chicken head, I kid you not).   After this we went to an arcade in a large, loud mall and played games that we play at home at the Tundra Lodge in Wisconsin.  

From here, we flew to Banda Aceh, the northernmost part of Sumatra.  Then we took a ferry to Pulau Weh, a stunning island with gorgeous beaches and world class diving and snorkeling.  We enjoyed several days of playing on the beach, snorkeling and building elaborate sand structures for hermit crabs that we would collect and then release.  One day we took a glass bottom boat ride, stopping on a smaller island for snorkeling and lunch and took a ride in a bayek (a motorcycle with a side car that is used throughout Sumatra to carry huge amounts of cargo).  It was nice to have a couple of days to just play and relax in a beautiful spot.


Back in Banda Aceh, we visited the Tsunami Museum which was impressive and powerful.  Over 230,000 people died in Banda Aceh and another 500,000 were left homeless.  Over 60% of the buildings were destroyed.  The pictures and stories of destruction and devastation were intense.  When we asked our taxi driver whether he was there during the earthquake and tsunami he said, "Yes."  when we asked if his family was okay, he said, "Wife bagus (good), son, four years old tidak (not good)"  He made a sweeping motion with his hand and told us that he watched his son be swept away.  It was heartbreaking and this story was far too common. When he told us, "four year old son", he pointed to Henry who is probably about the same size as his son when he died and I couldn't imagine the feeling of losing a child particularly in that way.  


Writing about the trip, I realize how amazing it was.  In the moment, we were feeling taxed and exhausted.  Traveling in Sumatra was harder than in Bali.  There are far fewer tourists and family tourists are almost non-existant.  The boys with their blond hair were huge attractions with everyone touching their hair, wanting to take their pictures and giving them more attention than wanted.  At first it was nice that people were so friendly and intrigued.  We were using as much Bahasa as we had and spent one very pleasurable afternoon on the river in Bukit Lawang with a Sumatran family sharing stories, sharing food and getting to know them.  However, by the end of the week, the attention was too much. The boys were tired of people touching them without them wanting it and we were tired of struggling to find the words.  In addition, sleeping conditions were rough.  The hotels were rustic, although the #1 on trip advisor, and hot nights and poor mattresses left us all a bit sleep deprived and cranky.  We also craved kids to play with and so were happy to return to Bali where the kids have playmates.  Originally the trip had been planned with a couple of other families but in the end besides one night spent in Bukit Lawang with 2 other Green School families we were on our own.  


The exhaustion, lack of comforts and feeling of differentness left us all feeling pretty homesick.  When we got on the plane, Henry asked desperately, "Is this plane taking us back to Berkeley?"  I think we all wished on some level that it was, but then I look at our pictures from the trip and I think, this would never have happened in Berkeley.  

Selamat Hari Raya Nyepi

Yesterday was the beginning of our Nyepi Break.  Based on the Balinese calendar, this is the beginning of the year 1934 and the celebration of Nyepi.   Nyepi is celebrated over several days.  The first part of Nyepi is The Melasti Ritual which involves going to the beach to acquire sacred water from the sea and purify oneself.  The second part, The Bhuta Yajna Ritual is performed in order to vanquish the negative elements and create balance with God, Mankind, and Nature.  Huge demonic statues called Ogoh-ogoh are made symbolizing negative elements or malevolent spirits. After the ogoh-ogoh have been paraded around the village, the ogoh-ogoh are burned.  The purpose is to scare the evil spirits and create a balance between good and evil.  Then there is the official Nyepi Day which is an island wide day of silence.  On Nyepi you must obey the following rules, 

• Amati Geni: No fire/light, including no electricity
• Amati Karya: No working
• Amati Lelunganan: No travelling
• Amati Lelanguan: Fasting and no revelry/self-entertainment

Owen has been taking an art class where they made their own ogoh-ogoh.  This afternoon, we went to a neighboring village to Ubud to parade around with their ogoh-ogoh.  After that we headed into town to check out the other ogoh-ogohs.  Many of the roads were closed to cars and motorbikes so we ended up walking several miles back to our house taking in the celebrations of the ogoh-ogohs.  

Dr. Ating Foundation

Owen's class recently did a segment on "Saints and Sages".  One of the people they learned about was Dr. Ating, the Green School doctor.  He worked in Papau for over 12 years and is now starting a project in Sulawesi, a lesser known Indonesian island.  His work focuses on improving health in areas near national parks and areas of unique environmental resources and beauty.  Through improving health and doing eco-education he aims to conserve these areas.  He believes that by improving the quality of life for the locals there becomes less of a need to harvest the rain forests and degrade ecosystems.  At the same time he educates the locals on eco tourism and turns conservation into a road towards economic stability. Owen's class is currently raising money for the Sulawesi Project and as always Owen takes this very seriously.  If you are interested in supporting the project, please check out the website for the Dr. Ating Foundation, http://www.dratingfoundation.com 


The first phase of this project, a mobile health service team will visit villages along the margins of the Park and provide simple curative treatment and health education. This project intends to save the endangered species in the Lore Lindu National Park, Sulawesi, Indonesia — home of at least 227 bird species, 77 of them found nowhere else in the world, and of thousands of species of flora and other fauna. Realizing that rapid deforestation involves, partially or fully, the impoverished people living at the margin of the forest whose livelihood depends significantly on the harvesting the forest product, the project approach is to help these people achieve a better standard of living through improved health care and potential eco-tourism and sustainable forest product income. The team will also carry out an eradication program for schistosomiasis.  This program component will bring down morbidity and mortality rate and cut the family’s medical expense and workdays loss due to the sicknesses.

In the second phase of the project, an edu-ecotourism will be introduced with three aims: giving extra income to locals, financing the on-going costs of the health program initiated in the first phase of the project, and educating national and international students on conservation.

By addressing both the health care and livelihood objectives of local people, and linking the achievement of these aspirations to forest protection, this project hopes to pilot a successful model of local community engagement that could be replicated in other protected areas around Indonesia and the world.

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New Wheels

The boys on Muffins

Well, I broke down or got brave, and rented a motorbike.  I was having a hard time being dependent on a driver to take me anywhere and some places were just too far to ride a bicycle to or took too long to get to.  We have named it "Muffins".  In fact Tom suggested the name even before he heard me complain that it is part pink.  I hope a sweet, cute name will secure a sweet ride.  So far, I have only rode it up and down my path a couple of times to try to get a feel for it before venturing out into traffic.  I think with a couple of rides outside of town, on quiet country lanes, I will be ready to actually go to the grocery store or to a restaurant or a friend's house.  You won't see me carrying a passenger who is carrying a 32" TV on their lap as I saw this morning when dropping the kids off at school.  


The update of Muffins is that I got in a minor accident on my second ride and have been a bit slow regaining my confidence.  It was a rainy day and I was on a small cobblestone path that is quite slippery.  Another motorbike was coming so I moved out of the middle of the road and into a slippery patch along the side and the bike slid right out from under me.  I skinned my knee and broke my flip flop, but it was pretty minor damage.  Another passerby helped me pick Muffins up and I finished my trip to the grocery store with no more problems.  Rock took over the riding for a bit and has a new appreciation for Muffins.  He has also braved some short trips with the boys which they both seem to enjoy.  Overall we appreciate the added freedom and are taking it slow.  Sunday seems to be the quietest day on the roads so we do a grocery run and take care of errands. 


We are also having our first major power outage.  There was a huge wind storm yesterday and branches were flying down all over the place.  We have been without power since yesterday afternoon.  Doing bedtime in the dark was fun last night with candles and flashlights.  I am afraid the chicken curry in the refrigerator may have to get tossed and my phone battery is about to die but minor casualties.   Mostly, we have just been enjoying the experience.  Our water is dependent on a pump though so it means no running water.  I am still baffled how Wayan was able to wash the dishes.  Maybe she used filtered water, but the dishes we left in the sink since there was no water have been magically cleaned and put away.  


We had a minor hiccup earlier this week when I found out that Waterbom, the water park that Owen is going to have his birthday party at, is closed for maintenance and cleaning on the day we picked and was on the invitations.  It was a staff development day which made it perfect because I thought it would be less crowded but oh well.  Keep in mind though, that when Owen is asked, "what is your favorite thing about Bali?" he answers, "Waterbom" and he hasn't even been there.  Therefore, I thought he would be majorly bummed to have to wait 2 more weeks.  We quickly brainstormed something else fun we could do that day and found out that the Bali Marine and Safari Park also has a small waterpark plus lots of animals.  We decided to book a night at the Safari Park Lodge and let him bring one friend.  When I told him, he was totally fine with it and said, "That isn't bad news Mom. That is good news.  Now I get to go to the waterslides twice." 


We have also found that buying toys is quite challenging.  I asked our driver, Gede, if there was a toy store in Ubud and he responded, "What are toys?" His english is very good and he has a 3 year daughter so this was a bit surprising.  It says a lot though.  Balinese kids don't really play with toys, except balls and kites.  They might make a toy out of sticks or bamboo but their houses aren't filled with plastic trinkets or toys from China.  Although, please note that Mattel is made in Indonesia and most Barbies are made here but it is almost impossible to buy one here.  After asking more, we found out that the closest toy stores are in Seminyak, a hub of expats.  With more thought, we realized Owen doesn't really play with toys much either so we will get creative. A couple books, some audiobook downloads and some fun trips. 

Update

The past couple of days, we seem to have been hit with an electronics curse. First our camera stopped working, then our computer stopped working and then the DVD player at our house stopped working. It is definitely time to find out about the god of electronics and make some special offerings. I will have a chat soon with Wayan who does all the offerings at our house to make sure we put out a special sweet cake for the correct god. It is amazing though how much we miss our computer. We took it in today to the local apple store and they thought it was probably the hard drive or the motherboard. Both sounded bad. We will see what they have to say. 


We also took a trip down to Denpasar to buy a new camera so that is done. 

Offering on my bike

Me on the ridge above the crater

On a more fun note, last Thursday, I went with a group of parents from the Green School on a mountain bike ride along the rim of Mt. Batur. Before hitting the trail, our bikes were given offerings and we were blessed with holy water and rice. I wonder if this should have been my first clue that I was in over my head, the need for a blessing for a safe ride. I was the least experienced rider of the group, but in the end I impressed both myself and the others. While I did feel a bit out of my league on a couple of occasions, it was a beautiful ride and was exhilarating. We rode along the edge of the crater ridge on a combination of single track and broken up paved paths, at times with grass taller than me making it virtually impossible to see. I had to walk my bike up most of the hills, but towards the end, I started to get the hang of some adjustments I needed to make for mountain biking versus road biking. Then we rode down into the crater, past a bat cave and along the floor of the crater to the other rim where we got picked up. Here, many of us including me, loaded back up into the flatbed of a truck while several rode up and out of the crater. On the ride back, it poured and we got soaked to the bone. It was the coldest I have been in Bali and I was happy to get home to a warm shower and a bowl of soup. When our computer is back up and running, I will post a couple of pictures.


It turns out it was the hard drive which I think was a good thing.  It turned out to be $160 for a new hard drive which has three times the capacity of our old hard drive.  It is nice to be back up in action with a computer.  It is amazing how dependent we are. 

Owen's Report on Our Last Weekend

Durian on the left, snake fruit in the middle and mangosteens on the far right

This past weekend, we went to Bedugul in the mountains of Bali.  We ate a stinky fruit called durian and when my mom farted it smelled like durian that had gone through a person, which is REALLY bad. She says they were in the top three of her life in badness. 

Henry going through the tunnel

Owen walking on two cables

We went to this place called Treetops which was like a ropes course in the sky and with ziplines. There was this course thing where I had to walk across this big ditch with just two cables to attach my carabiners. There was this part where I went on this super long zipline and I had to crawl through barrels and go on this skateboard thing. And I had to walk across this bouncy net.  And stand on this swing thing where you would slide across this space before you got to a zipline. And you also had to weave yourself through these pieces of wood or else your carabiner would get tangled.  And you also had to walk through horse stirrups. And swing and hit this net like it was a flyswatter. 

Pretty darn high

And then we spent the night at this lodge. And we wrecked the top floor. And we tried to watch a movie called Chicken Run on a big screen, except it would not work, the projector would not project the movie so we had to watch this movie called Enchanted. It's about this girl who gets transported out of her magical world. And we had to watch the movie downstairs in our room. And when we were waiting for them to try to fix Chicken Run, Dad told stories and we goofed around and stuff. 

Sweet, sweet Henry walking across a log

And my mom thinks that Henry is acting annoying right now. And a couple of minutes ago he sang this crazy Bali song about how living in Bali you know where you're going. And I think the easiest word in Indonesian is Baik which means fine. My favorite fruit is mangosteens. Or maybe it is actually snakefruit. And my little brother goes in the pool too much and he gets green hair and then I call him a weirdo. And I have a sore throat. 

Love, Owen

ps I was the one who did the most for the first person who has been to Treetops in their life-Sarita said that. 

pss Henry is acting awesome right now. He is just plain coloring, not acting annoying or anything. And maybe Henry watches less tv here.

Fifth Time is a Charm

The last couple of days I have had a very Balinese experience.  We decided to go to Sumatra for spring break to see the orangutans and Pulau Weh, an island off the northern most tip of Sumatra.  I have been researching flights and narrowed it down to flying on Lion Air through Jakarta into Medan and out of Banda Aceh.

I went to book the flights online and 'verified by visa' would not accept my credit cards, any of them.  I called all the credit card companies before going to notify them that I would be in Bali, but I never thought to notify 'verified by visa' so I presume this was the challenge.  

I decided to go to a travel agency that was recommended, but they were unable to book tickets in their Ubud office and said I would have to go to Denpasar, the capital, which I try to avoid.  

Our driver Gede said, "no problem, just call the airline and book over the phone." "How will I pay?" I asked.  "When you get to the airport," he responded.  I questioned whether they would really hold a reservation without payment, but figured it was worth a try.  When I got home, I called the airline and after a long, comical phone call with me spelling in a mixture of Bahasa Indonesia and English all of our names and explaining that yes my last name really is Husband and that the boys' last name is Husband-Meyer not Meyer with Husband as a middle name, the reservation was complete, except payment.  She asked for my ATM card number, but it had to be from a specific list of only Indonesian banks.   Then she said, "no problem, you just have to go to the airport by 11pm tonight to pay."  This was not going to happen.  

I brainstormed for a bit and decided to call Paul, our very helpful Canadian neighbor who has an Indonesian bank account and a local ATM card.  He came over, I booked the flight and when we got to the payment portion it said we had 3 hours to get to an ATM machine to pay for the tickets.  You can pay for tons of things here via ATM; electrical bills, cell phone, who knows what else. He said, "no problem, I will take you on my motorbike to an ATM and you can pay for it."  Off we went, but at the ATM, I wasn't able to use my ATM card or his ATM card.  Neither of our issuing banks were on the list, but we didn't understand from the instructions that the ATM card had to be from the certain list and not that you had to use an ATM at a bank on the list.  This was explained to us by a security guard at the second bank we tried.  

The next day, I went to a different travel agent that advertised that they sold tickets on Lion Air.  After about 1.5 hours of sitting there while they entered all of our info, not really much besides our names, birth dates, the flight info we wanted and my cell number, I paid cash and walked out with 4 tickets for each leg of our flights.  It turned out that the boys' names were too long so they had to be manually entered into Jakarta, whatever that means.  Once the agent realized this, things sped up quite a bit. 

All in all, a pretty boring story, but I had to get it out and also I thought I would share some of the realities of living here. In the end, it took me about 6 hours to book our tickets, but I have them now.

Bali Blues

The view from Cafe Lotus, a 10 min walk from our house

Last week Owen had a couple of weepy days where he was really missing friends at home. I think the newness and excitement of being here is starting to wear off and he was missing familiar.  We aren't just on vacation, this is life.  I know this is normal and to be expected but I want to be able to help him with his sadness, yet there isn't much I can do.   At one point he said to me, "I don't want to leave Bali because I like it here, I just want to be able to bring my friends here."  I thought this was insightful and summed it up pretty well.

The last couple of days, it has been my turn.  I miss friends and family, I miss familiar, I miss being able to get around more easily on my own, I miss seasons and change in weather, I miss wearing a sweater, I miss easy protein sources for the boys and more.  

On the other hand, I hardly feel like I can complain.  Yesterday, I went on a bike ride with 2 other women from school through the rice paddies, along an irrigation channel, through villages and along the road to a spa in Ubud where we got massages for $10 and then lunch.  I have borrowed the bike and I love the sense of freedom it gives me. I am enjoying not having as many responsibilities and having a more simple life. 

I do feel like we have started to settle into a routine which is nice and we are getting to know people well enough to know which kids work well with ours, who will call an hour late, who will change plans three times, who will follow through etc.  

Well, enjoy Spring and take a hike in the wildflowers for me when they come out.