We stopped here for lunch and enjoyed their Halal spread.
We chatted with this lovely couple from Paris. Somehow our chat waxed into a discussion on high-speed rail. The man (below) says that he normally takes the train to Amsterdam for lunch when he stays at his place in Brussels. He's been to Bali three times. What a life. I forgot to get a picture of them together.
Shrimp Crackers are a thing. Sorry, I can't tell you how they taste.
Here's me, Molls and the volcano.
We also stopped by a temple where the Bali locals stopped to give their blessings and soak in the holy spring.
I should've known better than to snap a pic of this guy. They sort of yelled me shortly after. I felt bad for disrespecting their tradition, but I'm glad I have this picture.
They made us tie on these sarongs before we entered the temple. I wore the white and dark pink flower pattern.
I can't decide whether the most breathtaking view was from Kintimani or these rice fields. To be fair, these pictures do not do these fields justice. They're about a thousand times more spectacular in person. I call this woman the Lady of the Rice. She's the best. And by that, I mean the best at taking your money. She's so sweet it kills when you have to say no to what she's selling. You're suppose to leave a 5,000 rupiah donation for her bridge, which is not much to ask.
Our guide took us to an organic coffee farm and gave us an abundance of caffeine.
Here's some chocolate they grow at the farm.
The most ballsy thing I've done this trip is try the Kopi Luwak. It's suppose to the best coffee in Bali, but here's the kicker. It comes from a Luwak's ass. Yes, an animal called a Luwak scours the forest looking for the best coffee beans. It eats them and shits them out and a Balinese coffeemaker cleans and brews the bean. Whichever human discovered this is a sick mothafucka....
....and a genius because it's the best coffee around. Seriously, it's as addictive as a cortadito.
We finished this day at an elephant park. I named this guy Harry Elephante.
Can someone caption this please?
Saucy little bagger knocked off my sunnies with his trunk.
These bitches know how to take a selfie. The only thing more obnoxious that compulsive selfie-taking is saying "selfie!" each time you take a selfie. Aside from that, I found them amusing.
I opted out of an elephant ride. I know they're use to carrying humans, but I love elephants I'd feel like I'd hurt one with my big ass. Molly on the other hand was a good sport and got on board.
In the meantime, I took advantage of their lounge.
With confidence, I can say this was one of the most beautiful days of my life.
One bitch's quest to love NYC.