Where we rested our heads

Hotel Round-up

We slept in 58 different beds on our five month trip. Sometimes we slept on mats, other times we slept on the most luxorious beds in the world. We slept in huts, guesthouses, with local Vietnamese families, on trains and planes, in hostel dorms, in five star resorts, friends’ houses, and even in treehouses 150 meters off the ground.

We took pictures of the places we stayed so you can see what the more mundane part of our backpacking experience was like. Without further ado I give you Robin and Tim’s “Best of Southeast Asia Accomodation” awards. More

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Walk On

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Strange Healings in Ubud, Bali

Traditional dancers at the temple


I was on my way to a Tibetan bowl meditation class when I broke into a jog. I didn’t want to be late. As I started to run two simultaneous thoughts struck me at once. First, It was probably counterproductive to become stressed about missing a class meant to help me relax. Second, and more importantly, I could run! You see, my ankle had been sprained for two months – and recently it had actually been at its worst from doing too much walking and carrying heavy bags. I actually was incredibly disappointed that my ankle hurt so much that I was going to miss out on doing yoga in Ubud – which is how I ended on my way to the strangest class in my life. But back to the ankle, this is how it healed: More

The Other Side

Lessons Learned in Lovina, Bali

Lesson #1: When you think you want remote, be careful what you wish for…

our empty beach

We were looking to avoid two sets of travelers in Bali. The first was the drunk Australian; normally found in the south beaches that have become trashy and yet more expensive in the last few years due to the crowd it draws. The second (more innocent) group is the divorced middle-aged woman hoping to find herself. “The Eat, Pray, Love” phenomenom has created an explosion of this narrow type of tourism. You can spot them in cafes writing their memoirs.

So we headed to a volcanic beach in the north called Lovina. This is a western named town meaning “love for Indonesia” but not many travelers seamed to have love for this place during our visit. Bali was experiencing low-season in general, but we wondered if this place even saw much love in the high season. Our hotel probably had 4 of its 30 or so rooms filled. It seemed like a town that had once seen a boom and was now slipping away. More

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