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Friday, November 30, 2012
Balinese Full Moon Ceremony...Moon Me Baby!
Dousing in holy water is a village tradition on the day of the full moon. PRETTY cool if you ask me...Full Moon Ceremonying it Up! With Bali's BEST Tour Guide! Dewa Rocks the House.
And here he is now...
Meet Dewa! Bali's FINEST! Finest tour guide, that is. He's informative and fun. And refers to himself in the third person. An added bonus!! He loves New York. I love Bali. A symbiotic relationship :)Bali Temples and me. With disturbed children on the side...
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| Which one of these is not like the other??? |
Thursday, November 29, 2012
Volcanic Activity. Bali Style
fa ar cry from the Australian outback we are livin it up and feelin' fine. Bali style. Monday, November 26, 2012
You Make Me Feel So Blue...In the Blue Mountains, That Is
Blue = the new black. Fantastic!!!The Jayhawks agree. See below for more details.
A Non Traditional Thanksgiving. In the Australian Outback.
Feeding crocodiles......
Swimming in hot springs with fruit bats...a very non traditional Thanksgiving indeed 
Thursday, November 22, 2012
Captains Log. Day 9 in the Outback. 08 hundred hours. Lame Crocodile Dundee Meets Wolf Creek Murderer Incarnate
Captains Log. Day 9 in the Outback. 08 hundred hours. Lame Crocodile Dundee Meets Wolf Creek Murderer Incarnate
Day 9 in the outback and it has been determined with unquestionable precision that THIS New Yorker is not cut out for life in "the bush". Post managing to sprain BOTH ankles on hikes through Australia's red center, the only appropriate nickname for yours truly from here on out is "Lame Crocodile Dundee" (with which our tour guide wholeheartedly agrees). Yes, my dear friends, the Outback is unrivaled in its complete and total smack down on Manhattan in what has been an epic battle between big city vs what could be earth's final unexplored frontier (or Mars, depending on your perspective). Yes, the outback reigns supreme with a complete shut out... outback: 3 (killer ants, AKA: assholes + 2 sprained ankles) NYC not even making it onto the board. #epicfail. However, though the outback seems to have emerged victorious in the rugged outdoors competition, New York managed to eek out a victory of its own by witnessing some of the most stunning scenery in the country and possibly the world. In that way, we are both winners (but only one of us is limping)
On the bright side, with the ankles convalescing nicely, the 10k hikes behind us, and the close of our Outback adventure approaching rapidly, we can collectively heave a sigh of relief that we are still alive...for now...For as we embark from Alice Springs on the final leg of our epic (fail) journey, it has become disturbingly apparent that our friendly tour guide may or may not be the "wolf creek murderer", as I've so fondly dubbed him. Not familiar with the movie Wolf Creek? Allow me to enlighten you. There was a dude with long hair and beard who gruesomely murdered a bunch of backpackers traveling through Australia, one of which got away to describe her attacker (who happens to look suspiciously similar to our beloved tour guide) to the police. This formed the basis for the movie Wolf Creek, which occurred in a charming little one shop town called Barrow Creek. Not surprisingly, our guide was questioned in the case, given that he too has long hair and a beard (and may or may not have actually murdered unruly tourists who refused to get up on time or wash dishes). I am merely basing this potential scenario on the number of murder jokes that have arisen over the last 24 hours...(currently in the double digits with no signs of stopping anytime soon) Kinda funny. But not funny like "haha" but funny like "uh-oh". Apparently murder is on many a mind round these parts...dun dun!
As the group collectively wonders whether we will make it to Darwin alive, we continue to take in quintessential Aussie outback scenery...such as the Devils Marbles, quaint roadhouses and miles and miles of not really much of anything (except a sea of termite hills, a kangaroo here and there and the occasional "elusive dingo", which "Murderer Número UNO" continues to point out and I continue to NOT see). Luckily we are tantalizingly close to the maturanka Thermal pool where we hope to avoid becoming crocodile bait while swimming in a lagoon.
Captain signing off. Over and out for now. More updates to follow (unless we are eaten by crocodiles, bitten by snakes, abducted by aliens, or murdered in our sleep at the hands of our friendly tour guide...only time will tell)
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Day 9 in the outback and it has been determined with unquestionable precision that THIS New Yorker is not cut out for life in "the bush". Post managing to sprain BOTH ankles on hikes through Australia's red center, the only appropriate nickname for yours truly from here on out is "Lame Crocodile Dundee" (with which our tour guide wholeheartedly agrees). Yes, my dear friends, the Outback is unrivaled in its complete and total smack down on Manhattan in what has been an epic battle between big city vs what could be earth's final unexplored frontier (or Mars, depending on your perspective). Yes, the outback reigns supreme with a complete shut out... outback: 3 (killer ants, AKA: assholes + 2 sprained ankles) NYC not even making it onto the board. #epicfail. However, though the outback seems to have emerged victorious in the rugged outdoors competition, New York managed to eek out a victory of its own by witnessing some of the most stunning scenery in the country and possibly the world. In that way, we are both winners (but only one of us is limping)
On the bright side, with the ankles convalescing nicely, the 10k hikes behind us, and the close of our Outback adventure approaching rapidly, we can collectively heave a sigh of relief that we are still alive...for now...For as we embark from Alice Springs on the final leg of our epic (fail) journey, it has become disturbingly apparent that our friendly tour guide may or may not be the "wolf creek murderer", as I've so fondly dubbed him. Not familiar with the movie Wolf Creek? Allow me to enlighten you. There was a dude with long hair and beard who gruesomely murdered a bunch of backpackers traveling through Australia, one of which got away to describe her attacker (who happens to look suspiciously similar to our beloved tour guide) to the police. This formed the basis for the movie Wolf Creek, which occurred in a charming little one shop town called Barrow Creek. Not surprisingly, our guide was questioned in the case, given that he too has long hair and a beard (and may or may not have actually murdered unruly tourists who refused to get up on time or wash dishes). I am merely basing this potential scenario on the number of murder jokes that have arisen over the last 24 hours...(currently in the double digits with no signs of stopping anytime soon) Kinda funny. But not funny like "haha" but funny like "uh-oh". Apparently murder is on many a mind round these parts...dun dun!
As the group collectively wonders whether we will make it to Darwin alive, we continue to take in quintessential Aussie outback scenery...such as the Devils Marbles, quaint roadhouses and miles and miles of not really much of anything (except a sea of termite hills, a kangaroo here and there and the occasional "elusive dingo", which "Murderer Número UNO" continues to point out and I continue to NOT see). Luckily we are tantalizingly close to the maturanka Thermal pool where we hope to avoid becoming crocodile bait while swimming in a lagoon.
Captain signing off. Over and out for now. More updates to follow (unless we are eaten by crocodiles, bitten by snakes, abducted by aliens, or murdered in our sleep at the hands of our friendly tour guide...only time will tell)
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Tuesday, November 20, 2012
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