Monday, May 25, 2009

The Ring(s) of Fire - Bali (Indonesia Part 1)

Bali, Indonesia (MAP)

Approximately 240 million people live along Indonesia’s volcanic archipelago known The Ring Of Fire, where subterranean geological giants wrestle beneath the surface generating earthquakes, mudslides, eruptions, and tsunamis. Incidentally, of much more frequent danger is the other Ring Of Fire experienced when exceeding your personal limits with the spicy local sambal. Although Indonesia has the world’s largest Muslim population, the small Hindu island of Bali offers a beautiful departure from the relentless mosques and strict oppressive rules. Fresh flowers and incense offerings (banten) adorn every business and home, beautiful clothing and dance ceremonies mix with the eerie clanging of the traditional gamelan, and if you are careful, you can still feel the ghostly vibrations of black and white magic of the animist traditions.

Kuta Beach
Pounding surf, plentiful parties, and cheap accommodation draw heaps of tourists to the slummy Kuta Beach area where pockets of charm make the place somehow bearable if you don’t have the funds to relax in Seminyak or the multitudes of 5 star resorts just out of town. Southern Bali is renowned for the famous surf breaks of Padang Padang, Ulu Watu, and Dreamland. I was satisfied just floating in the truly massive rolling swells and bodysurfing the smaller breaks that chewed up and spit out more than a few inattentive people. Back in the safer breaks at Kuta, the waves still punished me as I struggled to survive the physical lessons of surfing.

Ubud
I met my friend Sarah (from London Canada) up in the quiet inland town of Ubud, where we dined by candlelight since the power happened to be out that particular evening*. We spent several days riding on a motorcycle alongside the fertile volcanic terraced rice fields, viewing temples near crater lakes, being teased by exquisite luxury resorts and retreats, and meandering through small villages tucked along the winding roads, and even stumbled upon a cock-fight tournament before returning to the relaxing comforts of Ubud.

After eating tasty organic food at Kafe and discussing the Japanese snowboard and DJ scene with Craig, I wandered across the street and dropped into the otherworldly bliss of a hot stone massage. With my body and mind in a dreamlike state, I glided into the dark Monkey Forest where celebrations were underway for the semi-completion of temple renovations. I felt a little like Alice in her blue meanie Wonderland as the surreal clangs of the eerie gamelan instrument reverberated through the forest as I followed the winding flagstone path. Lost in a strange procession of traditionally dressed Balinese, I flowed towards the performance stage where I was mesmerized by the absolute precision of movements. Heavily painted eyes darted back and forth, hands and arms traced exquisite arcs, eyelashes danced expressions, and toes angled to the night sky as the feet played in exacting dance. Narrated in Bahasa by a single individual, the characters performed the translation for me in a silent enactment of a traditional Balinese tale of love and bravery.

Worthwhile things in Ubud, Bali:
  • Take a djembe drumming lesson with Gusti at The Drum Factory near the Monkey Forest. Way cool dude, and a naturally wicked drummer.
  • Indulge in an hour and a half hot stone massage from the shop directly across from Kafe café.
  • Just outside the information office, walk up the cobbled street and into the rice fields, then at dusk stop for a bite to eat at the organic café.
  • Go see the reggae band called Peace Love and Nasi Goreng and then go hit the small nightclub on the edge of town for some great local performers. Craig and I went out there on the day that we found out Michael Jackson passed away.
  • Relax for a morning meditation and Qi Gong session with Daniel (danielliox[at]gmail[dot]com).
  • Rent a scooter and take the smallest possible roads towards Rendang, or up to Lake Batur, or towards the north west in order to see amazing rice fields.
Worthwhile things in Kuta, Bali:
  • Rent a scooter for a day trip down to Dreamland to relax on the beach and watch the surfers, stop in at Ulu Watu temple, and then relax at Bulvari’s cliffside infinity pool bar for a sunset happy hour.
  • Go see the Wednesday night band Siztas at Obsession and watch and listen to Marina Sidik shred some good rock & roll . As a writer from Bali said: "With a throaty, husky Janice Joplin style voice, Marina screams rock from every pore of her body, loose and fluid on stage, her body girating to the twisted tunes droning from Sally's deranged approach to rock n roll violin playing". Then dance until the sun comes up at La Vida Loca on Double Six road in Seminyak.

*(I love it when the power goes out and eliminates the underrated annoyances of light pollution. It brought back memories of the massive power outage in Ontario, when we could gaze upon the stars while walking the city streets, and everyone was forced away from their televisions and computers to gather and spend time together.)

Tanah Lot, Bali. A beautiful temple that becomes an island at high tide.

Sania House, Ubud, Bali. This is a beautifully decorated guesthouse in Ubud.

Kuta Beach, Bali. Johnny and I went out for a few hours to see who could swallow the most sea water.

Dreamland, Bali. Surfers make me jealous.

Dreamland, Bali. Some surfers make me even more jealous, but for other reasons.

Dreamland, Bali. This girl can really rip it up!

Dreamland, Bali. This photo just cannot do justice to the absolute ferocity of the ocean on this day. On this day, the swells were too massive for even the surfers to go here.

Cliffside bar, Bulvari Resort, Pecatu, Bali. Sarah and I posing and pretending we could afford to stay at this insane place!

Amed, Bali, Indonesia. Our cool little bungalow overlooking the ocean. We didn't expect to make an overnight journey, but it was getting late and this spot was irresistible.

Town near Lake Batur, Bali, Indonesia. This is a roadside shop where Sarah and I stopped for an omelette dinner and also a game of pool with the locals.

Lake Batur, Bali, Indonesia. An old temple out near the end of the road at the far edge of the lake near the end of the day.

Lake Batur, Bali, Indonesia. The small village near the old temple out near the end of the road at the far edge of the lake near the end of the day. There is SO much garlic grown and dried in this area.

Near Ubud, Bali, Indonesia. A cockfight, though not to the death. We were the only westerners in the makeshift arena, and it took a while to understand the flurry of money, shouting, and fluffing of the birds and fixing of the heel-blades before they did combat.

Seminyak, Bali, Indonesia. A bit of our 'crew' in Bali... Craig, Me, Johnny, Eddie, and Flora.

Udud, Bali, Indonesia. There was a kite festival in Sanur that these kids were practicing for. The size of this kite is CRAZY!

Monkey Forest, Ubud, Bali. These girls are heavily decorated!

Monkey Forest, Ubud, Bali. The movements of even the toes and eyes are so precise in these dancers...

Monkey Forest, Ubud, Bali. This girl was so intense as she fluttered her wings totally embraced in her acting, I am not sure she was even aware of the crowd, or the fact that she was human.

Monkey Forest, Ubud, Bali. These were the women of the love story and the sassy seductresses.

Monkey Forest, Ubud, Bali. The men and boys gathered to gamble money on a simple dice game, betting on squares with mystic hindu gods are drawn.

Near Ubud, Bali. The terraced rice fields climb out of every river valley and up onto the slopes of the volcanoes.

Ubud, Bali. This is one of the short walks just outside the town near many rice fields. This flowing grass was quite unique to the typical rice fields that are seen all the time.

Sunday, May 24, 2009

Wild Feral Beasts (Australia Part 3)

The Yuppies, the Hippies, and the Wild Feral Beasts

Brisbane & Noosa
On a 17 hour train ride from Sydney to Brisbane, I encountered the wildest and most ferocious of all Australian wildlife… the fearsome Australian Outback Bogan – a close cousin of the North American Hillbilly. Jacked up on caffeine, alcohol, and Hollywood pop-trivia tabloids, this feral and argumentative couple foiled my attempts at snoozing away the overnight journey. Sleep deprivation proved disastrous for the surprise Suzy had in store for me upon arrival in Brisbane… supervising a downs-syndrome couple ‘helping’ paint a few bedrooms in her house (LMFAO). A few days later we visited another sort of zoo, this time owned by the late Steve Irwin, where we sat amongst the lounging kangaroos that were eerily friendly in a could-be-vicious Tank Girl sort of way. Since I was boycotting Queensland Tourism’s unwise decision to exclude me from last year’s final 50, I only chose to go as far north as Noosa where Suzy, her dogs, and I relaxed at her family’s holiday house and strolled along the quiet beaches.

The Gold Coast
Just south of Brisbane lies the Gold Coast, populated with small towns catering to the quiet and relaxed and also to the blonde Barbie bimbos high-heeling it along the boardwalks. I met up with Lynn and we hiked to the top of Mount Warning and also through the forest covered canyons where birds of magnificent red colours flittered in the treetop canopy. I spent some time with Csaba and Tanya for excellent home-made spicy thai papaya salad and also for a pool party crazy birthday celebration.

Byron Bay & Nimbin
If there are any true hippies left in Byron Bay, they are now sipping their iced chai tea lattes in the cosy manicured cafes that line the trendy laidback streets. The infamous Arts Factory Backpackers Lodge has a cool communal feel to it, where people share the kitchen, gardens, camping, and the stage for open microphone evenings. One of the popular excursions from Byron Bay is to jump on Jim’s psychedelic tour bus, groove out to perfectly timed classic rock music, and test the local goods sold in the smoke-filled hippie town of Nimbin. Gap-year university students venture down shady alleys to meet with old pusher hippie ladies wearing cool threads (beads and bellbottoms and lots of flowers) and make semi-illegal deals for far out brownies and psychedelic space cakes. Ingesting the various mind-altering goodies, the tourists then peruse the paraphernalia shops, informative drug museums, amazing alternative book stores, or opt for free food in the park that turns into a sneaky sermon of rhetoric from the Jesus crew. The tour promised (but failed) an interesting discussion of altered states, alternative philosophy, secrets of the mind, the illusion of reality, states of consciousness, and quantum physics. We split the groovy scene in Nimbin before the place became a drag, had a far out ride on the hippy bus groovin’ to tunes, man, and tripped back through the rabbit hole, closed the doors of perception, and went to find a pad to crash on back in Byron Bay.

Peace Out, Brother.

Near The Gold Coast, Australia. Hiking through the forests and waterfalls while amazing coloured birds flash though the trees.

Steve Irwin's Zoo, Queensland, Australia. Yup, that's a Joey in the pouch. These kangaroos really reminded me of the Tank Girl movie!

Steve Irwin Zoo, Queensland, Australia. Wow, that thing is huge!!! And so it the Galapagos turtle!!

Saturday, May 23, 2009

The Great Ocean Roadtrip (Australia Part 2)

The Great Ocean Road

South of Melbourne, myself and 2 German girls (Jana and Hannah, ja!) packed a tiny rental car full of camping gear, backpacks, juggling balls, frustrating card tricks, and some disastrously loose-lidded hummus for a 4 day road trip along the twists and turns of the famous Great Ocean Road. Slow-motion koala bears clung to the branches of the pungent eucalyptus forests as we breezed by listening to old LP music on the car stereo. We camped out at the beautiful Johanna Beach where the sand and dunes were constantly punished by pounding waves. We stretched out on the beach with a bottle of red wine, and watched shooting stars (or German stern schnuppes, or German/English stan snoopies) splash across the sky where the Southern Cross and other constellations slowly spun in the opposite direction than I am used to. Have you ever taken the time to notice which direction the stars spin? At bottle’s end, we retreated back to the tent where the girls cuddled up to a hot water bottle to take the remaining edge off the slightly cool evening air. Returning to Melbourne for a few days, I hung out with my really cool friends I met at ConFest (Wayne the dinosaur mechatronics engineer, and Maya the Mayan Calendar goddess).

Sydney
Sydney is home to a stunning collection of nooks and crannies of beautiful beaches and big swells… and is also home to possibly the world’s most expensive, least intuitive, and ugliest public transportation system. I met up with Andrea (my wild lawyer friend I met in Greece), Nyree and Nik (from my Guatemala yoga/meditation course), and Fiona (from the squash courts of the University of Calgary) and her two boys (husband and son).

Hannah and I went out hiking in the rain near Katoomba, where raging waterfalls plunged hundreds of metres into the soft tree-topped abyss of the Blue Mountains. The famous 3 Sisters hid from my sight in the thick fog, as did the steep stairways descending down into the dark valley. As afternoon blended into evening, the light changed only slightly and thick misty air intensified into torrential rain. We only just made it into the comfort of the Common Ground Café before we were completely soaked. As the wicked weather licked the windows of the cosy café, we warmed ourselves with pumpkin soup, yerba mate (Che style), and sunk deep into my chair and lost myself in the prose of a Mark Twain novel beside the heat of the stone fireplace. Back in Sydney, I weathered the German trash-talk and managed to educate my worthy opponent Jana on the devastating Canadian ping-pong forehand.


Great Ocean Road, Australia. I might not be able to jump like a kangaroo, but I still managed to get up on this signpost!


Great Ocean Road, Australia. Strange animals... and strange signs, and very true!


Great Ocean Road, Australia. Koalas just hanging out in the trees, too lazy to even munch the eucalyptus.


Bell's Beach, Great Ocean Road, Australia. Yeah, this is supposed to be the one from the end of the Point Break movie... I must have missed the '50 year wave'...


The Great Ocean Road, Australia. Jana and I balancing... she may have better balance, but it's really the ping-pong that matters!


Great Ocean Road, Australia. One of the fern-covered boardwalks.


The 12 Apostles, Great Ocean Road, Australia. I'm not sure if there are still 12 of them, since they keep falling down!


The 12 Apostles, Great Ocean Road, Australia. Hannah's unenthusiastic yoga pose.


The 12 Apostles, Great Ocean Road, Australia.


The 12 Apostles, Great Ocean Road, Australia. Jana flying through the air!


Sunset somewhere near Johanna beach, near a field of cows and a trunk full of spilled hummous!



The swirling stars at Johanna Beach. I used The Southern Cross to locate the point in the sky where the stars all rotate around... actually, it located the south pole, which lies on the axis the earth spins around that makes it appear that the stars are all rotating about this point... semantics.


Friday, May 22, 2009

Kangaroos, Koalas, and Tantric Yoga (Australia Part 1)

Australia (Part 1)

My first tangible memories of a world beyond my childhood countryside are firmly rooted in my Grade 4 bas-relief map of the magical and mysterious upside-down world of Australia. Half a world away, and also almost half a lifetime later, it was about 28 years before I finally visited the Land Down Under. Australia conjured images of hairy poisonous spiders under every leaf, koalas hugging the tree branches, vicious scorpions sleeping in my shoes, wild dingos stealing babies, toilet flushes swirling the opposite way, and kangaroos and cane toads littering every inch of straight highway along the white sand of the sun-drenched beaches.

Melbourne
After New Zealand’s serene and subdued lifestyle, Melbourne washed over me in a fresh splash of refreshing life. Melbourne combines daring architecture, beautiful graffiti alleyways, and a bustling multi-cultural café scene that integrates all walks of life including the liberal thinkers and upscale boutiquers.

ConFest
After only a few days in in Melbourne, I bought a tent and a sleeping bag and hitched a ride to a mysterious event called ConFest (Conference Festival), a hippy-ish festival 5 hours outside of the city. I found out why people had a difficult time describing what to expect, because ConFest is whatever you want it to be… and you can choose to participate or observe from the periphery. Conferences were held by whoever wanted to host, and included discussions or workshops on sustainable villages, raw food diets, tantric yoga, night photography, religion, male orgasm, female ejaculation, drumming, the Mayan Calendar, geometries & quantum physics, cuddle puddles, meditation, fire spinning, or even biking and dancing around the makeshift village in the nude! In the evening people congregated in the chai tea tent for spontaneous live music, conversation, or a game of backgammon. Most of society’s judgements were left at the gate and people lived with open heads and open hearts... people felt free to be whoever they want, whether it meant to dress up in costume, or dress down to the short and curlies (which, incidentally, is why cameras were banned at ConFest).



Near Johanna Beach, Great Ocean Road, Australia. Kangaroos! I finally saw kangaroos!!!


Beautiful Melbourne graffiti!


Melbourne's daring architecture!