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I love monkeys. They're my favorite animal. When I was selling my possessions to help fund this trip I had a bin filled with stuffed ones that I had to let go. (I did keep two that I will never get rid of.) But, I have no desire to be around monkeys. Sure, I like looking at them in zoos, when they're behind some sort of lock and key. But in too many places in Asia they are just there. There on the street. There on that car. There in front of that temple. There throwing dirt all over my lunch....

After Sanur, Lisa and I headed to Ubud. When we arrived I said I couldn't commit to more than three days there. She ended up staying for four. I stayed for six. I could have stayed longer. It was the kind of place you could get stuck in for all the wrong reasons. Amazing food, much of which was vegetarian, very little of which was Indonesian. And the desserts. Oh, the desserts! Amazing shopping. I may have come out of there with a whole new wardrobe...

Bali is expensive. Not compared to the US, I suppose. But in comparison to everywhere I've been over the past four months. Maybe I've been spoiled by traveling 12 hours for $4 in India. Or spending $3.50 for rooms in Thailand. Or eating dinner for $1. So it's kind of hard now to be spending $15 on a room. Or $10 on a meal. And the only way to really see anything I might want to see, or to get anywhere, really, is to hire a car and driver. It adds up. A lot. A. Lot....

The problem with long-term travel is that things stop feeling exciting. Whereas on a one or two week vacation everything feels new and different, sometimes, after traveling for a while, things start to feel mundane. Oh, it's just another beach. Oh, it's just another temple. Oh, it's just another day. Sometimes I have to force myself to step back and think wow, how amazing is my life right now? Surfing has been on my life list since before I even knew what one was. I remember writing down in my diary a list of things I wanted to do in my life...

It was sad to say goodbye to everyone in Chiang Mai, but I knew it was time to move on. If only for a little while. I arrived in Bali, after flying all day through a crazy flight path I concocted to save a few dollars and to save taking a bus to Bangkok, at 11pm. I went straight to bed. The next day I explored Kuta, a beach that everyone told me was shit. But I liked it. Sure, it was crowded with backpackers. Sure, there were brand-name stores and tourists everywhere. But with a slightly overcast sky, temperatures more glorious than...