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Friday, April 10, 2015

Diving in Bali

The main thing I did in Bali was scuba dive. The diving was great and I was pleasantly surprised as I had been told it wasn't so great. Either I went to the right spots, I have low expectations, or my informants have too high of expectations. Whatever the case, I saw some cool stuff like an octopus being ripped apart by some triton trigger fish, and some other cool stuff diving in Candidasa. A couple of drift dives provided living octopus, cuttlefish, and lots of stuff I don't see back home in the Red Sea. And bare in mind all of these shots were taken while I was drifting past these things. So it's not like I could stop and set up the shot before I took it. I think they came out pretty good, considering. The coral coverage was impressive and in most places we went it seemed pretty healthy.We also did some cool stuff like a drift dive where we drifted out one way, came up about 20 feet and drifted back the other way right back to the boat. In addition to the drift dives, I did a manta dive,  and went to Tumbalen for a wall dive and a wreck dive. The wreck doesn't much resemble a ship anymore, but it was still a cool dive. I was hoping to find pygmy sea horses here, but had no luck. They're only about 1 cm long or so and look just like the coral to which they cling. So it is very difficult to spot them. Maybe I saw one and didn't even know it. Oh well. The search continues.

It was a very enjoyable three days of diving. Not just the diving itself, but the drives and boat rides to the sites, the great lunches, and great company. The drive to Tumbalen was particularly nice and is where I saw this.

After a long day of diving, we would typically have a beer at the bar at the dive shop and then I would head back toward my hotel and hit up the happy hour at a place next door. The happy deal was three beers for the price of two. The catch was you had to buy them all at once. Eventually I convinced the waitress that I needed a bucket of ice. Cold beer on a hot afternoon is always welcome. And the view was nice too.


The food sucked, though. But there was plenty of good food at other places nearby. I found some decent pizza, of course, and some sushi, and some ono local kine grindz.

On top of all this, my dive guide was excellent. His name was Gusde and he has a pretty impressive back story. Four years ago he didn't speak English and didn't know how to swim. He started working at the dive center hotel and picked up English. He saw people using the pool for scuba training and got curious. The dive shop put him to work cleaning gear and whatnot and two years ago he started diving. In those two years he went from not knowing how to swim to having done almost 900 dives and become an instructor. I was impressed and glad to have had him as my dive guide. Ask for Gusde at Bali Crystal Divers. Tell them I sent you. Maybe they'll hook me up next time I'm in town.

Bali. I Highly Recommend It.

When I was a little kid, I once got a prize in my cereal box that was some money from Indonesia. So naturally I had to go there to spend it. Unfortunately I have no idea where that money is, but as the exchange rate is 13,000 Indonesian Rupiah to 1 US dollar, it wouldn't have made much difference. Anyway, my first vacation away from Saudi Arabia was to Bali. And it was well worth the price of admission.

I had no plans except to drink some beers, do some diving, and lie around on the beach, and forget about Saudi Arabia, not quite in that order. I only had six full days there, so I had to make them all count.

My first stop after leaving the Kingdom was Jakarta. I had a three hour layover there before continuing on to Denpasar.
Boom! Not even part of the six days and I made it count. 3 beers, an hour and forty-five minute flight, and a 45 minute taxi ride later I was at my hotel, La Taverna. That means "The Taverna" in English. It was a pretty nice room and way bigger than I needed, though I was sharing it with the cockroaches. Not ideal roommates, but better than cobras, which apparently are found on this island.

I stayed in Sanur, which is a nice quiet beach town where almost all of the restaurants close by 10 pm. This does not work for me when I am trying to run an all you can eat spring roll marathon because I'm starving after a long day of travelling. I did manage to wander around a bit and find an open place with some spring rolls that just so happened to also be giving out free shots of arak. Arak is a local alcoholic drink that apparently has been killing people because it is sometimes made with methanol in less than reputable establishments. I had a feeling the good folks at Randy's Cafe wouldn't let me down. And I'm still here to write about it, so I guess that kerosene taste was all in my head. Eager to start my first day early, I wandered back to my hotel, watched some Archer and caught some z's.

Day 1 was spent just walking around town and setting up the rest of my week. I found a dive shop that gave me 25% off for being a PADI instructor and signed up for a couple of days of diving. I also hired a guy to drive me up the volcano and back, stopping at various tourist traps along the way. 

This happened on Day 2 and included a Barong and Kris native dance / play thing as shown HERE. We also stopped at an artist studio where I'm sure I overpayed for a painting, but don't mind because I like it and it was only 50 bucks after I talked the lady down from $300, so who cares. Then I was taken to a restaurant with a view of the volcano that was the worst food and most expensive ($10) I had had at this point. I did mind this. I found this completely unacceptable and told the driver not to fuck with me any more when it came to food. He seemed remorseful, but only slightly so. Too short of a trip to get upset about things, but I wanted him to know I wasn't buying his ridiculous line about this restaurant being more hygienic that the one I had pointed out down the street. Few things in this world, gastro-related, conjure up the thought of hygiene less than an open air buffet in Indo.

So on we went, enjoying the ride and stopping for occasional pics and purchases of wooden Buddha statues. Not one of the good ones made of fine quality heavy wood, but a lightweight, mass-produced Buddha that was probably made by a machine and not the son of the guy who sold it to me. Though I didn't care to argue with him on that point. He seemed nice and he took this picture of me. So why should I be upset that he's trying to make a buck by selling me crap with a 1000% mark-up.


 From here it was off to the Monkey Forest. I had been told is was touristy and sucked by multiple sources that had never been there, but who in their right mind passes up an opportunity to go to a sacred monkey forest for less than two dollars? The monkeys have free run of the Sacred Monkey Forest and are not to be messed with. They take what they want and there is little you can do about it. I caught one trying to dig into my pocket when my head was turned and another tried a couple of times to take my water bottle. Most were content with petty theft and eating fruit and doing cute monkey things as pictured HERE. 

We've all seen monkeys pick bugs off each other and eat them and it's kind of cute, kind of gross, whatever. No big deal. But some were, how should I say...a little different. No, that's not how to say it. I'll be blunt. I saw a monkey with its face in another monkey's ass going to town like there was no tomorrow. And I only paid $2 for this.

This was right in the middle of the park with families and children around. This monkeys had no shame. Nobody seemed to notice these two except for myself and a few guys that worked there. I said, "Get a room, monkeys!" and the one with the facefull looked at me like, "this is my room. Get the hell out of my house!" Then he / she went right back to town on what was apparently some delicious monkey butt. It is with this wonderful scene that I shall end this story. I hope you're not too offended to read the next episode of "Animals in Bali". It's all about sea creatures and comes with lots of cool pictures. Some of which I was assured were going to, in the words of the Australian marine biologist / dive instructor, "give a roomful of biologists back home multiple orgasms".

Saturday, March 28, 2015

Such a Bad Blogger...Look at These Fish

So it's been a while since I've written anything. I've been in Saudi Arabia for over six months now and posted about it once. But it's not all my fault. I mean there's not much going on here and the dog ate my blog about the month I spent back in the US. That one was boring anyway. I did recently go to Bali and have lots of pictures and possibly some writing for that trip. Should be up soon. Not soon like the Bolivia post or the continued updates of Saudi, but soon like before I go to Istanbul, Nepal, and Bhutan in a couple of weeks.

I have been just posting photos on fb, but I'm trying to find a way to do it through SuperTrippin'. So I'm going to try Flickr now. And if anyone knows how to fix a website built in Google Sites, I would love to hear from you. Here are some fish I saw today. https://www.flickr.com/photos/121103406@N08/sets/72157651621753315/  My next post will include gruesome photographic details of murderous sea creatures killing. Cheers!

Sunday, September 28, 2014

Into The Forbidden Kingdom: My First Week in The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia



Around April of 2013 I acted on my decision that it was time to bid farewell to my then current employers. I visited family and friends around the US for a while and then I headed south to Costa Rica, spent some time in Nicaragua, and then made my way further south to Antarctica. At that point I was forced to head north. So I made my way back to Santiago and then into Bolivia (I swear I will finish the Bolivia blog within the year). I got back to the States in March and wandered around Virginia, Indiana, Georgia, and Florida with a brief venture into New Jersey for the Fourth of July. I had basically been doing whatever I wanted for close to a year and a half. In July I got certified as a PADI instructor and was ready to continue living happily with no money and no cares. Then I got a call from a recruiter asking if I’d be interested in a project management position in Saudi Arabia.

So here I am. Perched on the edge of the Red Sea and some of the finest diving the world has to offer. Hopefully I’ll get to sample that soon. So far I’ve just been getting accustomed to the completely different customs and getting into the flow of things at work. These different customs include: no music in public vs. music everywhere you want it, prayer time five times a day that results in literally everything being shut down for 30 – 45 minutes vs. pray if you want, don’t if you don’t want, but you can go to the store whenever you want, gender segregation to the point of separate rooms in dining establishments for women and single men vs. freely mixing it up and trying to have a good time, a strict ban on alcohol (can’t even have mouthwash with alcohol in it) vs. having a drink when you feel like it, and women banned from driving vs. crazy broads all over the road. So it’s not all bad.

Here’s a recap of the first week.

4 p.m. On a Thursday

I got to Jeddah and was not looking forward to a four hour layover, especially when it was only a three hour drive to Yanbu, my final destination. It turned out, I needed almost all that time to get through passport control and customs. Even with the bump to the front of passport control I got after telling one of the airport workers I had a connecting flight coming up. Most people I’ve encountered have been happy to give me some help when I asked for it and that’s one thing that makes all these differences tolerable. People that want to say all Muslims are horrible people and the Middle East is just a bunch of terrorists really need to reevaluate  the way they look at the world and quit trying to generalize everything bad in the world so that it suits their own personal views. End rant. After arriving in Yanbu, myself and another guy from the US were picked up at the airport by a couple of colleagues and given a short tour and taken to dinner at a Turkish place.

Friday

I just hung around the hotel. It was a really nice hotel. I wish I was back there now as I am writing this. Nothing too exciting happened Friday. We walked to Pizza Hut because it was the closest restaurant to the hotel. Next door was another Turkish place that I had heard was supposed to be really good. While we looking like a couple of newbies trying to figure out what door to go in (women and families in one, single men in another) a guy who claimed to be Texan and Mexican showed us the way in and the three of us ate together. After about an hour of some pretty good grub and the mostly coherent ramblings of a stranger musing on the forthcoming downfall of the almighty dollar, the benefits of buying tangible gold, and the unstoppable rise of the Chinese Empire, it was almost prayer time again and we had to go. Tex paid.

Saturday

Irish were idle. Got a tour around town. There’s not much here, but there will be. This place will be huge. The largest oil export city in the world when it’s done, and all of the stuff it takes to support the people working in it. I know. It sounds like something I’d have nothing to do with. But I’m here to implement district cooling systems to make the number one electricity consuming monster (air conditioning) more efficient and thus decrease the carbon footprint. And I sold out. Lunch on Saturday was like 4 or 5 bucks and it was big enough to double as dinner. That’s three dinners in a row that I didn’t pay full price.

Sunday

First day of work. Bunch of admin stuff and a free lunch.

Monday

Don’t remember. Didn’t take any notes. Pretty sure there was some free food in there somewhere.

Tuesday

At this point I’ve had my fill of chicken and rice and I venture out in search of vegetables. This search leads me to McDonald’s. I shit you not, this is where I had to go to find a healthy meal. This is my first time driving in Saudi Arabia and in general, the rules are, there are no rules. At least that’s what people say. I don’t think so. I mean you don’t always stop at stop signs, turn left from the right lane and stuff like that, but this isn’t The Philippines, or even Ecuador for that matter. Plus there aren’t many cars on the road. So it’s kind of fun. It was the 40th anniversary party for Yanbu and National Day here in The Kingdom, so I was detoured far away from my intended route. And the truck has been on E for a while. I remember saying something earlier like, “F*** it, let’s just get gas tomorrow. We have enough to get home and back to work”. Using my homing-pigeon-like sense of direction, I navigated my way through the darkened unfamiliar streets of Yanbu to a random gas station and drive right past it. Into the McD’s drive thru. I was three cars away from ordering when the call to prayer came and the lights went out. I thought I would sit there for 45 minutes waiting, but they discreetly took the orders of those in line and ushered us through. A garden salad and a Big Mac were almost in hand. The only thing that stood in my way was a Suburban trying to drive the wrong way through the drive through lane and a family of 7 ordering ice cream from the drive-up window. The driver of the SUV stopped just short enough for me to make my way through before throwing it in park and hopping out to order some ice cream from the drive-up window. At first I thought the employee was shooing these insane line-jumpers away. He was just motioning for me to drive around them so he could toss me the bag of health food I so desired. Dinner in hand, I headed to the gas station. 8 bucks to fill-er-up.

Wednesday

Nothing notable.

Thursday

Thursday is my new Friday. I celebrated by moving from my luxury hotel to my less-than-luxury apartment and going shopping. Remember women can’t drive here? Their solution is often to have their kids do it for them. I had heard it’s not uncommon to see 10 year olds driving. I saw a boy that couldn’t have been over 6. I mean this little Benjamin Button had to be sitting on two phonebooks with stilts attached to his feet. At first I thought I was having some sort of lack-of-alcohol hallucination. But it was all for real. I should have known something was up when he slowed down to let me turn in front of him instead of trying to gun in right through me. The little ones are still a little cautious behind the wheel.

That’s all for now. Oh, and someone else bought me a welcome to Yanbu lunch.

Week 2 highlights coming soon. Right now my internet is super slow. I hope to remedy that and get pics up soon.