Monday, May 31, 2010

Babi Guling

Now down at Uluwatu I can breathe a little easier. The surf has been fun shoulder to head high with no wind and a new swell is expected any day now. Since I got here I have been trying to live like a local to the best of my ability. It's not easy. Most Balinese speak basic English, to try their language proves to be more of a headache for both me and them. But everyday I try to memorize one or two new phrases to practice and repeat it to everyone I come in contact with. More interestingly I have been eating only the local food. Because Bali is so westernized you can go an entire lifetime without eating where the locals eat, but where is the fun in that? I have a rule that states if there is a white person in the warung, I can't eat there. Sure the occasional bout of stomach pangs and dysentery might occur but if you view it was an extreme evacuation or complete bodily cleanse it isn't so bad. All of the food is extremely spicy and filled with garlic to kill the bacteria growing inside your stomach. This in turn means that it’s going to burn on the way out anyway. So take your pick, hot lava or cold sweats?

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