Sunrise as we flew into Bali -- a happier, more optimistic time in our lives.
As many of you already know, our return from Bali was not smooth. It took us an additional two days to get home and was a clusterf*ck in a variety of ways. The time has come to tell the tale, which is long, so make yourself comfortable.
What I am about to tell you is in no way exaggerated and is as accurate as possible — Pete and I kept careful notes of everything that occurred, including the times things happened, the people we talked with, and what was said.
Yesterday’s was not the penultimate post. This one is. I just realized that I absolutely must show you more photos that help offer glimpses into life in Bali.
The view from the front gate.
As I have mentioned a few times in recent posts, we rented a cottage while we were in Bali. We found it through Airbnb, which we’ve done for travel going back to 2013. I have a lot to say about Airbnb, so I’ll save all that for another post in the not-too-distant future.
Have I mentioned yet that Bali has mountains? Specifically, volcanic mountains.
Gunung Agung as seen from the beach near our rented cottage.
Gingy with a glass of fresh pineapple juice. We drank so much in Bali that I'm surprised we didn't cause an island-wide shortage.
Let’s talk about food today, shall we? Specifically, what we ate in Bali. Because we ate like no one’s business and it was glorious.
(Side note: If you’re getting tired of the Bali posts, I was planning on sharing a few more this week, then being done with it.)
To start with, we ate breakfast at home every day. The cottage we rented came with a nicely-stocked kitchen, including lots of fresh fruits, a huge canister of Balinese coffee, cream for the aforementioned coffee, pineapple juice, bread, and eggs.
Throughout the week, more fresh fruit would appear. And by fresh, I mean actually picked from a nearby tree.