Raw food and rice paddies in Ubud

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Ok, so now I admit it. I TOTALLY get Ubud (minus the yoga pants: they continue to be a point of contention with me…)

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Just us and the European tourists – we were the ones with crinkled clothes

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I will never speak another bad word against raw food: COCONUT BACON…no really! 

Ubud: the quest for zen

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It was expletive #63 when I realised I had a problem.  With sweat dribbling down my neck and my eyes burning with car fumes I had to take a cold hard look at myself.  Was I missing something?

This holiday was meant to be many things. A fresh start. A moment of zen. The beginning of a virtuous path of yoga, raw food and all things healthy. Yet there I was, standing in the centre of Ubud in a traffic jam, surrounded by throngs of pious looking Europeans wearing yoga pants.

How exactly did I get there? And perhaps more importantly, how the f&*$ could I get out?

I’d spent years avoiding Bali, chortling at the prospect of braids and bintang t-shirts. Yet after two days in Seminyak I had eaten humble pie – incredible food, luscious cocktails and boutiques that could make even the non-shopper turn. So, what would Ubud, the place synonymous with tranquility, health and zen deliver? The expectations were high. Tripadvisor’s endorsement even higher. It seemed inevitable that this would be the romantic getaway we needed.

As I stood on the pavement confused and groggy a small child looked up at me and smiled…as he urinated between the cracks in the pavement.  At that moment I knew. My salvation was clear.

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Ubud Starbucks: quiet and relaxing. I thought that was the point of holidaying in Ubud??

Yoga pants and virtuous eating just aren’t my thing. And this may make me a total nerd but I don’t really get Ubud.  Why does everyone look so serene when the traffic is in gridlock and hawkers barter with you at every turn? Why is everyone wearing Lorna Jane and hippy clothes in public? And why, oh wh-yyy will noone eat cooked food.

Brandishing my Starbucks bag I knew I had visited the most serene place in Ubud. Empty, air conditioned and quiet.  Right at that moment a Dutch woman grabbed me with glee, screeching “Staaaa-bucks – wee-aa?”

I had found my zen in Ubud. It just wasn’t quite what I was expecting.

More on Ubud

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Yup, doesn’t get more ironic: Starbucks Ubud

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Snakeskin fruit: Lychee and garlic’s lovechild

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Ubud: Bali’s art centre

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Finally, serenity in Ubud, a villa in the middle of the jungle. NOW I get it…

Luk luk, plei plei, tok tok

Yup, look, play, talk.  That pretty much sums up Santo.  More Santo here.


Champagne Beach – 3rd best beach in the world according to CNN (
so it must be true, right?)


World’s coolest pikininis? Quite possibly

Boys. Anywhere. Any age.  Same story.


Loru Conservation Park in Santo – the walk was decisive until we realised the things flying about above us were flying foxes …
    
Blurry shot marks the realisation that the coconuts FALL off the tree. Near miss.

Emerging victorious: fresh coconut juice, it’s hard to go past