The Great Dopamine Rush of 2025

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  • Day 30,31,32 JAPAN!!

    Welp, I really have been slacking on writing. Its wild how much doing this exercise of writing down a chronicle of my life on this trip has actually helped bring a lot of calmness and peace to me. The last 3 days have been an absolute whirlwind.

    My flight from Bali to Japan was a doozy, I traveled all damn day. When I finally arrived at my hotel, 15 hours had passed and my wallet was $36560 Yen Lighter. For those who don’t know the conversion, that’s $365.60 Cad. I was very tired and used to just taking airport cabs all over SEA for basically nothing. Well Japan is not SEA, its Japan, and cabs are f%#king expensive here. I was livid at myself and starving when I arrived at my hotel. That night I had vending machine peanuts and a sweet waffle for dinner, probably my cheapest meal ill have here in Japan.

    The next morning I awoke with a bunch of hours to kill, while i was waiting for Hannah to arrive from Canada. Oh I forgot to mention, I booked the wrong airport hotel. Instead of being at Haneda Int, where I landed, it was at Narita Int. where Hannah was landing today. Hence the 1 hour $365 cab ride. All I could say about that f%#kup, was “IDIOT”. Any who, I had some time to kill and wanted Hannah’s entry into the city to go smoothly, so I figured out the train passes and caught a train into Narita city to go have a walk about and some lunch. On the train I met a sweet elderly Japanese man who spoke flawless English, he suggested that I go visit a nearby temple and try a local specialty dish of BBQ eel. Well the temple was incredible and every restaurant I passed had BBQ eel on the menu. After the temple I found myself in a city park that was incredibly manicured and gorgeous, even in the dead of winter. It was a serene place to sit and enjoy nature, the park was in a hollow and basically all city sounds were completely drowned out. It was almost silent. After walking back from the park, I found a restaurant that was full but didn’t have a 50 person line down the street. There is a reason Narita is famous for this dish, It was stellar. Much better than any eel I’ve eaten before.

    After killing a bunch of hours in town I went and picked up Hannah from the airport. What a reunion that was, you would think we had been apart for a year. We loaded up and jumped on the skyliner train to Tokyo. The train systems here are incredible. After a smooth 1.5 hour ride with a single train change, and a small kafuffle with maps. We landed at our absolutely sick penthouse suite in a small hotel, just a block from the famous Shibuya scramble intersection. What a spot! after a quick unpack we headed to a local sushi bar to try Japanese sushi. Well we were a little surprised, to say the least. It is not like back home, in the slightest. It was fool hardy to think so. Some of the dishes we thought we knew, were so vastly different in flavor that we didn’t like them. It was really good but kind of weird. And sushi is very expensive in Japan. Like way more than back home, but you know that’s all part of the fun of traveling. We were both bagged from travel and it was sorta late, so after dinner we basically just hit the hay.

    This morning, Hannah was up at the crack of dawn. To be expected when your brain and body don’t understand why they are sleeping in the middle of the day, but it is actually 5 am. So we got up and went for an early morning walk around Shibuya before the vast crowds of Japanese locals flooded the streets. The intersection does not look very daunting when there is nobody in it. We have yet to see it in all its glory. On our walk we stopped at a 7eleven and got a pork katsu sandwich to share with a warmed bottle of green tea. 7eleven is shockingly good here in Japan.

    after a brief planning session at the hotel, we traveled a stop down the YR line to Harajuku station. What a cluster f%3k that area is, especially when today was a national holiday and there was parades and protests. The area is known for all kinds of clothes shopping, restaurants, and of course Harajuku girls. The shopping was really cool but nothing in Japan will ever be my size, so I was mostly just exploring. Hannah on the other hand, was like a squirrel in a nut factory. She showed some pretty damn good willpower on a few very expensive items. After an hour of exploring we found a very popular ramen place, with an oddly fast moving line to get in. Well Ichiran Ramen is a ramen bar where they serve 2 dishes (regular & deluxe) and you order and pay from a vending type machine at the entrance. That place was efficient, no servers, just a line of bars with a little door at the back of each bar spot. After you sat down a person behind the doors takes your card, and a few minutes later. A delicious bowl of ramen arrives, Hannah and I were blown away. For $30 Cad we were both stuffed and satisfied.

    From lunch we continued out wander and accidently came face to face with a large protest, and an even larger contingent of Tokyo police. Nothing violent happened but there was some obvious unrest in the crown of people around the intersection, as the protest marched past. It was wild. Hannah was a little shook. From there we wandered into the tourist trap potion of Harajuku, now at this point it was like 2 pm and people we out. It was mayhem trying to get down the little alleys stuffed with people. It was very overstimulating. When we escaped that craziness we walked to the Shin shrine just on the other side of the train line from the crazy alley area. It was busy but very peaceful. So at this point we had walked like 18km and we were both beat so we hopped on the train to have a chill at the hotel for a bit.

    A few hours later, fully rested we set off on a train ride across the city to go up the Tokyo Tower. Now me being the most thoughtful boyfriend in the world, completely blanked that Hannah is terrified of heights. The tower is a replica of the Eiffel tower or just very familiar. Its bloody tall. Well she did great and we went up the tower to gaze over Tokyo. It was not her favorite thing. On our way down to find a restaurant for dinner, our noses directed us to a crepe stand at the base of the tower. We had some delicious savory crepes for dinner, the Japanese have crepes dialed. I had a chicken, curry and cream cheese crepe. Hannah had a chicken teriyaki crepe with mayo. Both were stellar, its not were we intended to eat but it was delicious.

    All in, it was a busy day. I cant wait for tomorrow. We are going to Team labs.

    Till Tomorrow.

    February 11, 2025
    asia, japan, shibuya, tokyo, travel

  • Day 29 – Last Day In Bali

    Today started with another terrific breakfast at the Kawi resort in Ubud. After getting all or stuff organized, Brian and I loaded up our scooters and went to go check out the Ceking rice terraces. It was a cool little hike, and we got to see a Kivet. Which if you didn’t now is the little forest ferret cat thing that eats the coffee beans and shits them out. Which creates an incredibly expensive coffee called Luwak.

    Traditional Balinese porridge, this stuff was so good.
    Ice cream for breakfast? yes please.

    From the rice terraces we drove the rest of the way to Ubud, and returned our scooters. I had a bit of an unfortunate incident with a bungie cord, when I was untying my bag from my scooter. I had mistakenly let go of it, and it came around the bag at about 200kph and hit me square in the face. God I felt like such an idiot, and the Balinese guy from the scooter place wouldn’t give me any room to breathe standing and staring at me like I was made of glass.

    Leaving that embarrassment we called a Gojek and headed the 2 hours from Ubud to Seminyek, to me Brian’s friend Bryan. Who has lived in Bali for several years. After checking out his incredible apartment, we went to a beach club called Mana for a bite to eat. I had a pulled beef sandwich on fresh focaccia, with the best damn fries I’ve had in my memory. Two times now in Bali I’ve had French fries that were just unreal.

    This was by far the best Kombucha I’ve ever had, ever.
    Funny enough, this focaccia was one of the best I’ve had. And the fries, OMG the fries. These were the best damn fries. with a Gochujang Mayo. YUM.

    I said goodbye to Brian and Bryan after we ate and grabbed a car to take me to my airport hotel. When I arrived, I was a little disappointed with the shabbiness of the front of the hotel, as it did not look like the photos. After checking in, my disappointment deepened as I was led to a room with no windows, a faucet that never stopped running in the sink, a stink of mildew, and absolutely filthy bedding. Now never in my solo travels have I actually walked on a room, so I went to the front and asked for another room. This one had windows, but is about all it had going for it. There was the same mildew smell, the bedding was filthy and stained, and the walls were covered in dirty fingerprints. It was the most disgusting hotel I’ve ever stepped in. With my bags still on my shoulders I got online and found a room at the Hilton down the street. Now when I say I ran out of there I mean it. I kind of tossed my key card on the desk as I left, saying I couldn’t stay there.

    It was was so F*#king gross. Anyways I was able to get a room at the Hilton for next to nothing thanks to Agoda. And after a decent meal of lamb Nasi Goreng with lamb chops and some fresh fruit, I quickly was able to push the shitty hotel from my mind. It was a pretty weird energy day for me, after being solo for a month, I found spending every minute with a friend for a few days kind of taxing. I napped pretty hard in the Gojek and have felt sorta out of wack all day. It may have been the fact I had ice cream with my breakfast, but I doubt it.

    Till Tomorrow

    February 8, 2025
    asia, bali, indonesia, travel, ubud

  • Day 28 – Mt Batur’ped

    Today started with a nice stretch , and a beautiful bowl of Balinese porridge at the resort. From breakfast we met up with Rama, from Monk climbing and 3 other climbers. Rama picked us up in his white shit box with no suspension to be found and we sped off to the Mt Batur Caldera to do some climbing and visit some hot springs.

    20 minutes into our drive, Rama’s shit box blew a tire. Now with Brian, myself and the other 3 climbers, who all seemed like pretty capable men, the tire was changed in less than 10 minutes, and off we sped.

    Going into todays trip, All I knew of Mt Batur was that it was an ancient volcano and still is an active volcano, now the ancient Volcano is Absolutely huge. I mean it is like 4 or 5 kilometers across and several hundred meters deep. With the new Mt Batur poking up in the middle. I mean this place is incredibly beautiful, it was breath taking as we drove over the edge of the Caldera into the crater. The Caldera is just stuffed full of farms growing every fruit and veggie you can think of. And then there is the two massive lava flows from 1963 and 1986 , which were the last two eruptions. Huge black swathes across the caldera.

    We stopped at one of the lava flows for a quick photo, which was so cool, and then we headed through some farms to the basalt rock wall of the caldera to do some climbing. I’ve never climbed basalt before and it was a nice change from the razor sharp limestone of Thailand and Cambodia, It was not without its own challenges as it was very smooth and much slicker than limestone. So a move easy on limestone was hard on basalt. Thats a super fun part of climbing though, learning all the types of rock.

    We climbed a plethora of routes throughout the day of many different difficulties. The guides brought us a simple lunch of chicken and rice with a spicy sauce which was great. from the crag we went to a local hot spring for a relaxing dip, which in my mind is the best recovery after a big day climbing. We all were absolutely thrashed at this point and it was so needed.

    After the hour long ride back to the resort, Brian and I went to the pool and had a cocktail before dinner. We ate curry, nasi goreng, and mi goreng for dinner. It was lovely. I’m absolutely falling asleep writing this if it seems sloppy.

    Tomorrow we head back to the coast, and Brian goes back to continue his holiday with his parents in Uluwatu. Its been really rad spending time with him. Especially doing all the hilarious couple’y things we have done just for shits and giggles.

    Till tomorrow.

    February 7, 2025
    geology, hiking, nature, travel, volcanoes

  • Day 27 – Monkeys & Waterfalls

    Today was a good day, we started the day with a nice workout in the room, followed by a lovely 3 course breakfast of fresh pastries, Fruit with yogurt and a Croque Monsieur. This $60 a night resort is pretty friggin awesome.

    Brian and I last night in our matching robes.

    After breakfast we taxied into town and rented some scooters, Ubud is a crazy part of Bali. Its so busy. When we had our scooters we set off for our chat gpt planned Itinerary of natures walks, wildlife, temples and waterfalls. Brian loves to use AI for planning and it truly was a pretty damn good aid.

    Titty fountains….

    First stop was a ridge walk, that was a nice little walk through a beautiful part of Ubud. From there we drove to the Monkey Sanctuary and did the several kilometer loop through the grounds, there is several temples and some amazing sights. Apparently there is close to 10,000 monkeys that call the sanctuary home. It was built many hundreds of years ago. It was a really cool experience.

    We then visited a local climbing gym to book a sick volcano climbing tour for tomorrow. By this time the sun had been high in the sky for a few hours and we were feeling it, we chose a random Warung on maps and headed for some food, cold drinks, and some well deserved shade. Now warung Adji, ended up being such an incredible spot. It was a classic SEA shithole, but the food was absolutely positively excellent. Both me and Brian ordered the crispy duck and volcano fried rice. Now we were not expecting to be served half a deep-fried duck each, although both of us ate it all. it was so good. And the Volcano fried rice served in an omelet was equally incredible.

    As we left lunch, the skies decided to cry on the island. It pissed rain for a good 20 minutes. We were not phased at all as it cut the temperature and humidity by a fair chunk. We then visited a cave temple called Goa Jojh, where we got yelled at louder than I ever had before by some ladies trying to sell their tourist wares to us. So loud and incessantly I had to yell back at them to stop yelling. It was jarring. The temple was super cool and had this amazing green space behind it with a beautiful little creek running through some ancient ruins. It was breath taking. After another crazy downpour me and Brian walked out of the temple back to our bikes, to find our helmets missing. Now this is probably one of the ballsiest, cleverest tourist traps I’ve ever fallen in. Those yelling ladies, they took our helmets into their shops “to keep them dry”. Now both me and Brian felt obligated to at least have a look in the shops, Those clever clever girls. We ended up spending a couple dollars each, and they sold us hard. you have to respect the hustle, when they do shit like that.

    A sacred tree with the coolest root formations ever. they look like concrete.

    From there we drove 20 to Tegenungan waterfall. What a cool place that was, the whole area was about 5 degrees cooler than the city. And it was just an epic spot for a dip.

    We were laughing so hard at these signs. They all had spelling errors.
    Post waterfall ice cream.
    Tree Chickens, a species native to Bali.

    From the waterfall we headed back to our bougie couples retreat to lounge in the pool and have some cocktails, well mocktails for me, cocktails for Brian. They were incredibly good. Funny enough, as soon as I placed our drink order and walked to the pool, it started pissing rain again. Now there is something very satisfying about being warm in a rain storm, in a pool sipping a drink. It was wicked.

    When we were fully pruned we got back to the room and ordered room service, I had crispy duck again and Brian had beef rendang. Both were delicious. Brian never having had ordered room service before in his life got all kinds of excited and ordered dessert as well, we got Balinese crepes and fried bananas with ice cream.

    All in all it was a great day, Its super fun hanging out with a close friend from home. I’m exhausted and writing this quickly so I can get in bed and rest up for climbing tomorrow, so I apologize if my grammar is terrible.

    Till tomorrow.

    February 6, 2025
    bali, indonesia, travel

  • Day 26 The Unromantic Romantic Get Away

    Today started with blue skies and excitement. Today It was planned that I meet up with my old pal Brian from back home, and his parents. Brian has been traveling Asia with his parents for the last few weeks and was quite excited to be around someone his own age again.

    After checking out of my hotel, I dumped my bags at the front desk and decided to go for an adventure to a hidden beach that has some picturesque views and some awesome photo opportunities. It was called Nugugalian I think. There was a sweet 15 minute hike down some carved steps to the beach. It was hot as hell at the beach and I was sweating profusely in the midday sun. I took some photos had a quick fresh coconut and hiked back up to go and meet Brian and his parents. Now I am pretty fit and reasonably acclimatized to the heat and humidity here, but that hike had me so drenched in sweat there was puddles in my sandals that splashed every time I took a step. So silly me did not reapply sunscreen after this epic sweat fest, got on my bike and rode back to drop off the scooter and catch a taxi to Brian’s villa. Well sure as shit by the time I met up with them I was a bright rosy red color. Lovely.

    We hung out in the pool at the villas for an hour, and then trodded off down the street to a Thai/Indo fusion restaurant named Kats Kitchen. Funny enough with the same colors, sign and logo as the Kats Kitchen in Chiang Mai Thailand. I asked the owner, and she said shed never heard of another Kats Kitchen before. Curioius. Anyway our meal consisted of a bunch of my favorite Thai dishes all with an Indonesian twist. It was delicious, so good that I didn’t take any pictures.

    We had a loose plan to meet up, leave his parents in their villa in Uluwatu and travel inland to the cultural center of Bali, Ubud for a couple days. Now I want to be a spur of the moment traveler, but leaving things to the last minute stresses me out. So without consulting Brian, several days ago I booked this amazing deal on a 4 star resort a few kilometers outside of Ubud.

    When I say we had a loose plan I mean the plan started and finished with us meeting up. Now in Brian’s mind we were going to get a place together, In my mind we would get our own places. Now we are pretty close, so getting a place together was no big deal. except that I had already booked a resort. After traveling 2 hours from Uluwatu our taxi delivered us to the swankiest place I’ve seen in Bali to date. I will post pictures tomorrow. Now what I failed to recognize, when booking this resort was that it was a spiritual honeymooners resort.

    Now we are both straight for the most part and absolutely just friends, and in our heads we’d just show up and ask for two beds. Well this resort has ONE room type, and its a Romantic 4 post king bed room with a lovely view of the jungle. So now two dudes are in a honeymooners sweet sharing a bed. We both found this quite comical. The room is lovely by the way. I wish my partner was with me, but Brian will have to do for now. Hahaha.

    Till tomorrow.

    P.s As funny as the sleeping arrangements are, this hotel is nearly empty and I got this room for $50 cad a night with a complimentary 3 course breakfast every morning, fresh fruit delivered to the room every day as well as afternoon tea. Its a win.

    February 5, 2025
    destinations, hotels, travel, vacation

  • Day 25 – The Most Expensive Fish Soup

    Today started very early. I woke at 5am to get ready for my 6am pickup. Promptly at 5:29am, my driver called to say he was here waiting for me. Well there went my 30 minutes of stretch and wakeup. I hurriedly got ready and met my driver. Now all over SE Asia I’ve noticed many subtle ways people just think fundamentally different here. As I approached the low rider minivan that was my ride, I noticed it was parked unusually close to another vehicle in front of it on a steep down slope. I met my driver and he stopped me from getting in. He says ” I just need you to go in front of the van and stop it from rolling forward and hitting the other car”, No shit he just asked me to put myself in a completely life threatening position at 5:45am. Thankfully there was a hotel staffer there who also jumped in and with the two of us (not between the two vehicles like originally suggested) we pushed the van to stop it from hitting the other car. Of course the 2 ton minivan rolled forward but only very lightly tapped the other car. No damage. What a start to a day.

    So after that I got in the van, and we streaked off up the dark street. To cross the lower peninsula of Bali, to the town of Nusadua. Nusadua is where all the boats launch from in this area. Today I was going deep sea fishing on a private chartered boat. Now all my friends and family know, that last year I had planned a chartered boat fishing trip out of Phuket, Thailand and it was cancelled on the day of. Coming here to Bali, fishing definitely was not on my mind. But luckily yesterday morning I saw a sign for fishing charters. With a couple hours of research and a few WhatsApp conversations, I had a boat a captain and a fishing guide. Wahooo!

    After the 35 minute ride through Bali, we arrived at the boat launch and I paid the small fortune of 9.5 million Rupiah ($850 cad) for the charter. It was incredibly beautiful sailing out of the Nusadua harbor. My guide was telling me that we should have calm seas all day. Good for fishing.

    What a crock of shit that was. About ten minutes out of the harbor, the 10m fishing boat was being thrashed around in 2 meter chop. I was assured this was only due to the location we were currently sailing through. Another crock of shit. We motored for about 40 minutes to our first location. Still in 1-2 meter swells with a bunch of chop. We difficulty fished for about 20 minutes, and one of the guides landed a small barracuda. The entire morning went like this, motor for 30 minutes, fish for 20, etc. I’m not going to lie, I was really starting to wish I didn’t go on this boat. 1 to 2 meter seas are not that big of a deal, but when the water is also very turbulent and choppy, it makes for an incredibly unpleasant ride. My stomach was tested for sure.

    This was around 11am, when the seas started to calm.

    Around 11am the ocean finally calmed with some nice rollie 1 meter swells and the chop dissipated. Now I have fished my whole life back home, in rivers. Not in boats. What a different animal it is, I felt like it was my first day at school. The river bank never tried to buck me off of it before. For the first several hours I struggled to produce anything, let alone stand.

    That fishing line was in a terrible place. Standing was hard, posing was harder.

    As the sea calmed my confidence grew, we switched from jigging to bottom bouncing. A technique I am very well experienced with. Through the next several hours I managed to catch 3 small red snappers, and with the help of my guide. I brought up a nice red grouper. The hours rolled by like the swells, and after a few gummy sharks, and several re applications of sunscreen. I was spent.

    We headed back to the boat launch and the office of the boat company, where my guide and another staff member prepared all the fish we caught into a sumptuous little fresh fish feast. I was served an Balinese Grouper soup, with a side of fried snapper. It was delicious and I’m glad it was, because that’s the most expensive fish I’ve ever eaten.

    All in all it was a super cool experience. At this point in the day, I realized that even though I had applied several coats of sunscreen. It was no match for several hours of direct sunlight, as all over my body little patches of sunburn started to appear In the most inconvenient places. My forehead, the tops of my knees, my hands, the backs of my knees. Well whoops. By the time I got back to my hotel, sun stroke was for sure, starting to set in and I was very excited for the cool reprieve of my AC’d hotel room. Normally I would never hide in my hotel to avoid the sun, but today was a necessary exception.

    After several hours of reading in the beautiful temperate AC, i finally felt cool enough to go back into the world and find some dinner. Google brought me to a place called Warung D’Bucho, which was a Balinese BBQ joint. Now in Asia, finding high protein meals for less than your whole wallet can be a challenge, as meat is expensive. So a BBQ spot that was only $10.95 cad for fall off the bone chicken and ribs with rice and veggies, was truly welcome. It was banger too, they served a homemade shallot sambal for dipping. It was excellent.

    Now even though I am Totally dehydrated, Sunburnt, Heat stroked, And my computer keeps swaying likes its made of water. Or maybe its me that’s swaying, I’m not sure. Today was such a great day.

    Till Tomorrow.

    P.s I have met my fair share of restaurant cats in SEA, But none of them have been like this cat. She belonged to the owners, and was very clean or I wouldn’t’ve picked her up. She cuddled with me for 20 minutes on my lap while I waited for my meal, and then sat beside my chair the whole way through my meal. Such a sweetheart.

    February 4, 2025
    bali, cruising, fishing, general, travel, writing

  • Day 24 – The Art Of Doing Nothing

    Today unlike the last few days, I woke feeling pretty allright. Which was a relief, as the last few days have been pretty rough.

    As I have done very little exploring since landing in Bali, I decided to go check out Uluwatu Temple first thing, before the sun got too high. Normally I just self tour as tour guides can be kind of shit and annoying, But today I was approached by an elder guide and I agreed to pay his ludacris guide price of 150k rupiah. His name was Wayan, which if you didn’t know is one of 4 names of every Balinese person. They stand for 1 through 4, Wayan is 4th born. Because of this most Balinese have nicknames.

    Wayan gave me a great tour, and I enjoyed the time spent with him. Especially when he pulled out his slingshot to ward off the thieving monkeys at the temple that prey on tourists. That was cool. His company was worth the fee. I truly do love the Balinese locals. They are a great people.

    After my tour I headed to Ketut Massage, Ketut being another of the 4 names. I believe it is 1st or 2nd. To get my ears candled, I know that sounds weird but I’ve been having some weird hearing issues in my left ear and thought it would help. Well sure as shit, now I can hear good out of both ears again. I wanted to go do a paragliding adventure today, but after consoling my partner. Decided it was not worth it. I mean seriously $110 cad for a 15 min flight is an absolute ripoff.

    I decided to grab a bite at a spot called GT warung, and had yet another completely different Nasi Goreng. Which was toatlly delicious.

    The Balinese serve these puffed chip things with every meal, I never eat them though. Because it is so humid here, they are stale and soggy by the time you try to eat them.

    From lunch I decided to grab my climbing shoes and hit a bouldering gym, for a workout. It was a great little gym. I was the only customer there, so I got to hang out with the 2 bored to tears staffers who showed me a bunch of the routes. It was a great hour session.

    When I sufficiently tired myself out on the wall, I headed to the beach. Nyang Nyang beach was truly a spectacle, with an expanse of rocky coast and beautiful waves smashing the beach. I was there at high tide so there wasn’t much beach, but there was free lounge chairs. I settled myself in, and read the afternoon away. It was glorious, this is the only time this whole trip I just purposely did nothing.

    Paradise.

    On the way back to my hotel, I stopped at a restaurant call Warung Aunty. Where I had a traditional Indonesian dish called Rendang. Which was a sorta curried sorta not spicy beef dish served with rice and a side of the tastiest garlicy vegetables I’ve had in forever. This was truly a runner for best meal of the trip. Mmmm Mmmm Mmmm, I could eat 3 portions of it.

    To finish off my night I read some of my book and did a little preparation for tomorrow. Its gonna be a big day, that’s all ill say.

    Till tomorrow

    P.s as I finished writing this, I looked out my window to see a massive streak of lighting cross the horizon. I guess there is going to be a storm tonight. I think i saw 15 flashes in about 2 minutes so its a doozy.

    February 3, 2025
    asia, bali, indonesia, travel, ubud

  • Day 22 & 23 – Write Offs

    When you travel, especially when you are hopping from country to country, There are expected days that you write off. Big travel days, etc. Then there are the days you don’t expect to write off.

    I didn’t write yesterday because I was exhausted and annoyed with how my journey from Cambodia to Bali ended up. Plus I’m dealing with some kind of jungle flu and a gastric issue all at once.

    Yesterday was supposed to be my first full day here, AirAsia certainly made a mess of that. On my last post I wrote about how one delayed flight made me miss a connection, and I had to stay in Malaysia. Well my new flight was yesterday morning at 9:15 am. We boarded on time, taxied on time, and then we sat on the tarmac at the runway for 2 hours with no information given to us. After the two hours it was announced we had to return to the gate to refuel. Which seemed weird to me, but whatever. As soon as we were back at the gate, airport security rushed onboard and quietly removed two passengers that were seated near me. When I say quiet I mean completely silently. There was nothing spoken between the passengers, security, or flight crew that I could hear. I was only 10 feet away. It was the strangest thing I’ve ever seen on a flight. We waited another 30 minutes at the gate, the passengers did not return. Finally we did refuel then waited another 30 minutes on the tarmac. in total 3.5 hours of standby. Making a 3 hour flight a 6.5 hour flight.

    Well there goes the day. I ended up getting to my hotel at 6pm last night. Even though I was feeling less than 100, I quickly ran a few new country errands. From there I grabbed a burger. Since I had very little time to figure out the exchange rate I paid for my meal, without paying much attention to the price of what I ordered. When I sat down, I did the conversion and realized I just paid $28 Cad for a burger and fries. Now that’s more than id normally pay back home, and coming from Thailand and Cambodia, that’s 3 or more meals worth of money. I was a little shocked. Then I made the realization of where this particular joint was located and the businesses surrounding it, I was in tourist central. With all that being said it ended up being a stellar burger with incredible fries and a nice thick flavorful milkshake. So I left happy, Asian food has not looked particularly appetizing the last few days, after this gastro issue set in.

    That was pretty much the end of my night last night. Not feeling well enough to continue to explore the windy, busy, dangerous roads of Bingin, Uluwatu. I settled in my bed and read more of the second harry potter book. I read the whole first book, while transiting from Cambodia to Bali. Let that be a marker for how long it took.

    Thankfully I was able to get a really good sleep last night, thanks to some sleep meds and some Neo Citron. Pro tip, travel with Neo Citron. Its an absolute life saver when you need it.

    This morning I awoke feeling pretty darn good, which came to a surprise as I expected to be much more sick than I felt. I stretched for 2 hours and then puttered off to town to get a massage, go see the beach and grab some food. The massage was excellent, the beach was pretty crazy with big waves, and my lunch of Nasi Goreng was decent. Then near the end of my meal, it hit me. Like somebody hooked up an air compressor to my nostrils and filled my head to bursting. Thankfully I was only a short drive from my hotel because the dizziness was not far behind the congestion. I hate being sick on vacation. Even as I am writing this I can barely focus. I’m sitting in my hotel with the blinds shut as the sunlight is making my head split. Total complete write off. Tomorrow will be better. I hope.

    Since reading Marcus Aurelius’ book, I have been practicing a type of stoicism. It has helped me curate a particular mindset that I am applying to everything in my life, and how I process the world around me. I used to get so internally upset about some things and in turn ruin my time doing that thing. Staying calm when things go astray, not victimizing myself internally when it feels like the world is blatantly out to get me or ruin my day. I must say it has helped me be a much happier human. Even when I cant be more than 15 minutes from a toilet and my head feels like its gonna pop. Especially finding a silver lining in an otherwise dreadful or incredibly inconvenient situation.

    For example, I now have the time to write down the shit show of the last two days. If i wasn’t feeling so dreadful I probably wouldn’t’ve even bothered. Ill take that as a victory.

    So apparently I could not sit cooped up in my room all day regardless of how sick I felt, after I wrote up to this point I decided I was going to Padang Padang beach. I heard tell of some cool bouldering routes there, and since I have never bouldered on actual boulders before I was pretty pumped to giver er a go. Remember me saying how sick I was, no matter my drive to do something I truly had no strength to boulder. I did 2 attempts on a route and called it quits and went for a swim.

    Somehow today, even though I was in my room for 90 percent of the day. Managed to get a brutal sunburn on my shoulders. Yay for me. After the beach I went to a restaurant called Menza, The food was expensive. But neither dish I had was that great.

    Big ole side bar. Did you know that Nasi Goreng, literally means fried rice? My family has been eating Nasi Goreng since the dawn of my time. Now I’ve had it 3 times here and it has been completely different every time, whilst being nothing like what I grew up on.

    I guess today was a half write off.

    Till tomorrow

    February 2, 2025
    asia, bali, bouldering, food, indonesia, travel

  • Day 21 – Malaysia

    Its 10:26 pm And I am in Malaysia. I am not supposed to be in Malaysia. I am supposed to be flying to Bali right now.

    What a stupid travel day its been. It started off great with an incredibly long Tuk Tuk ride, to the Siem Reap Airport. Which was very beautiful and showed the drastic differences between wet and dry seasons in Cambodia. It is definitely dry season right now. From this point Everything slipped towards stupidity.

    When I arrived at the airport, I checked my bag no problem, got my boarding pass and headed to security. Now did you know that a 60m 9.8mm climbing rope is a dangerous weapon that most definitely could be used to hijack an aircraft? You didn’t know that? me neither. Maybe that’s because it F#@king isn’t. But according to Cambodian airport security it is, even though they could not provide any supporting information about it being listed as a dangerous item. And I read the list and checked online before ever bringing it in my carry-on, also I have gone through 6 airports with it on my backpack without it ever being an issue. So I argued my way up the Cambodian security ladder asking for more and more supervisors until I was just flat out told no. So I tried to get it put in my checked bag which I was then told was not possible anymore. Then I asked if I could check the rope as another bag, to which I was told I would be charged $30 American per Kg. A 60 meter rope weighs around 7kg, so translate that to Cad and your somewhere in the ballpark of $350. Double what the rope is worth. So I left my rope behind. Absolute sad days, as it is the most integral piece of gear I had with me.

    Mmm shitty airport food.

    Determined to not let it be thrown in the trash, I called my new friend James the climbing guide in Siem Reap, and asked him how long it would take him to get to the airport. He literally said he’d be there within the hour. Now even though it is a loss for me, I am not really that upset about losing the rope. I can buy another one, what really made it sting less is being able to get it to someone who would cherish it and put it to good use. In Cambodia, climbing gear is incredibly hard to bring into the country as everything you import gets hit with a 40% import tax. So for James this happening, its like striking gold. And knowing how pumped he was to get it made me feel good.

    James receiving my rope from Cambodian security. Apparently everything in Cambodia gets picture proof

    Now after coming to terms with the rope debacle, I entered the waiting area and read my book. 10 minutes before the flight was supposed to board Air Asia announced a 1.5 hour delay on my flight. I had enough time to get the rope into my checked bag in the end. Heavy heavy sigh. So I wait out the delay knowing that my 2 hour layover in Kuala Lumpur Malaysia, is not now not enough time to get to my next flight. Fast forward a few hours and I’m sitting here at my computer in an airport hotel, burning a very expensive night in a Uluwatu hotel. Yet another Heavy sigh. Tomorrow will be better. It has to be, doesn’t it?.

    Mmm shitty pity chicken.

    Till tomorrow.

    January 31, 2025
    angkor-wat, asia, cambodia, siem-reap, travel

  • Day 20 – Close Doesn’t Count

    Today I woke up at 5am to go meet James the tour guide, to ride motos, climb mountains, and check out cool temples. I’m not gonna write too much today as I have so many awesome photos and I am feeling a little under the weather. So today is gonna be a little different format than usual.

    Me and James traveled from Siem Reap, to Kulen mountain today. We stopped at I think about 6 culturally significant sites on the way. The route to Kulen is about 1.5 hours long but because we were touring and James decided we should off road our Shitty motos through sandy farm roads. we Arrived at Kulen mountain 6.5 hour after we left.

    When we actually got to the mountain we were greeted by some new Mine fields that weren’t there a year ago as James explained, they just keep finding new ordinance in the area. As this was a Khmer Rouge stronghold during the war.

    laterite quarry, where the laterite for Angkor Wat was excavated.

    So the big highlight of the day was Rappelling off of kulen mountain to the base of the sandstone cliffs lining the mountain. After rappelling though, we had to climb back up. Now as a side note here, there is no bolts or routes at all in this area. So when I say we made our own route up, we literally picked a spot and James free solo’d the the first 25 feet. from there we had anchor spots and we traversed across some sand stone ledges to a bat cave that James had found on a previous trip up to this area. It was a super cool experience.

    Carvings for the king stretch all the way down the river for over a kilometer.
    Off roading Motos through burnt farmers fields, this was surreal.
    In Kulen valley
    I think this temple is called banteay mu cheay, it was by far the coolest Angkorian site i’ve visited

    On the way back to Siem Reap from Kulen, I had a very very near miss with a pickup truck with only one headlight. Here in Cambodia bikes and Motos are the most populous thing on the road, so one headlight means its a moto. It was dusk, it is always smoky at dusk here, and I was over taking a semi truck in the oncoming lane. When I realized the situation I was in, I slammed on my breaks. Now when your on a Moto going 90kph and you lock your breaks, the bike wants to slide out from under you. I planted both my feet to right the bike, and smashed on the throttle, still doing about 80 and swung in behind the semi truck. The pickup passed me as I was swerving into safety. It missed me by about 0.1 seconds, the drivers here don’t stop. It is the wild wild east. This is by far the closest I’ve ever come to a life ending crash ever on a bike or in a vehicle. It scared me to my core. Its the only time I’ve ever had my life flash before my eyes. After a brief minute to catch my breath on the side of the road and to check and see if there was indeed any shit in my pants. We continued the drive back to Siem Reap with no further incident.

    This is a sandstone quarry where the blocks for Angkor wat were cut from
    Just casually driving by a Minefield, no big deal.

    Now I haven’t spoken too much about the food today or showed pictures as the food we ate today was literally nothing to write home about. I didn’t have a single meal that was notable.

    Off the top of Mt Kulen
    Sandstone cliffs over Kulen
    Rappelling down Mt Kulen
    Posing on a rock ledge, you can tell I was Laughing at myself.
    Trees are always in.
    Climbing up a chimney in the cave
    Inside the bat cave, you can see all the lose pieces of sandstone that make up this cave

    I am actually writing this in the morning of my 21st day as when I got back last night I immediately passed out. 13 hours of hard riding and constant sun will do that too you. Today I leave Cambodia and the shitty Khmer food behind to head to Bali. Who ever told me the food was better here than Thailand was full of shit.

    Hanging out at Kulen mountain
    Me and James after successfully ascending Back on top of Kulen
    Sunset over Mt Kulen

    Even After that close call this was one of my favorite days of this trip, Big shout out to James at Kingdom Climbers for showing me around on a private tour of his favorite spots.

    January 30, 2025
    adventure, angkor-wat, asia, cambodia, climbing, rappelling, siem-reap, travel

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