Seoul - June 20

View from Namsan

We step out of the airport at Incheon to board the highly convenient and affordable subway system, bound for the 55 minute ride to the Hongik University station in the Hongdae neighborhood.  Korea is a special destination for us because we have hundreds of Korean students and a handful of Korean friends, so we felt like its an important travel destination.  A major highlight of our trip was spending an evening with 10 of our recent graduates in their home country.  They took us to the massive Gwangjang Market for classic Korean cuisine - Mung Bean cakes, kimchi, soondae (blood sausage), and some bevies.  Full of deliciousness, they took us to the river for a light and water show before partaking in late night graduate only games in the park - we love them so much and shared hours of laughter together.

Molly drooling over the best bowl of ramen ever

Piling up the mung bean pancakes

Hongdae is supercharged with excitable street walking.  Mobile phone accessory stores, beautiful traditional paintings, Korean bbq, and vintage clothing stores shock the passersby with eye candy.  Trendy youth sport squeaky clean white shoes, black jeans and a white T or a light dress, toting a combo of their devices, a handbag, or a backpack.  Men congregate in 2s or 3s and puff a cigarette on the corner.  Ramen shops and dumpling shops advertise their delicacies in unmistakable Korean characters. 

The food is out of this world.  Our first night, Molly said I get to choose dinner since it's fathers day and we're expecting - a boy, btw.  So I chose what I thought was a familiar BBQ shop that was teeming with folks our age, typically a good sign.  The friendly staff helped us decipher the menu a brought out the best english speaker from the kitchen to aid our ordering.   It turned out we ordered a $25 melody of three flavors of pork entrails - teriyaki, salty, and traditional Koran spicy.  The flavor was outstanding, but the texture was a bit too much for us to handle the entire dish (more suitable for 3 adults), and left my own insides stirring a bit throughout the night.  A good memory nonetheless.  More on the food later, as it deserves.

During our first morning we sipped a good drip coffee at the Coffee Lab on Hongdae st. before heading off to our staircase climb to the Seoul tower in Namsan Park.  23 degrees Celcius?  Couldn't have been more relieved.  

Later in the day at the massive Gyeongbokgung Palace, I ran into a mate from my Minsk Football Club in Hanoi, Lee Dunning.  What are the chances of meeting an Irishman I know from Hanoi in Seoul, a massive city of 20 million?  1 in 20 mil I suppose.  To add to the odds, we saw each other again a couple hours later on a different street near the entertaining walking streets of The Bakchon Hanok Village.  

Master Lee at the Doosan Bears game.

The next day, the three of us when to a Doosan Bears baseball game.  So fun!  A must do when visiting Seoul, especially for sports fans.  Fried chicken slathered in sauce, french fries, and pizza can all be purchased outside the stadium, along with liters of beer to be enjoyed while cheering on your team.  No time for eating or drinking during the home at bats though.  The cheer squad is on their feet, chanting and cheering for every single home at bat - a long time, especially for this 4 hour game.  

We couldn't have asked for a better stop on our trip home.  It worked out perfectly as a 4 day layover en route from Hanoi to the US for our greatly anticipated summer vacation.   

Bali

Bali

A place of fast paced, smiley scooter riders, beautiful people from every corner of the interior solar system, and an overdose of trendy surf shops and coffee corners. The beach is buzzing with surfers and swimmers, dogs and drinkers. It is packed, but everyone has their space and respects everyone else's.

This vacation, planned during the tail end of our fall break vacay to Australia visiting long time besties Pete and Hayley, has been much anticipated. Pat Hughes, another new great buddy and fellow St. Paul Eagle, has been influential in maintaining the hype of the trip.  Big thanks to Pat for showing us the ropes and being a BIG BOSS.  Growing up in Jakaraka for his entire schooling, he frequently escaped the big city to shred some waves on the Bali beaches. To fully round out the experience, our dear friend and colleague Catherine provides wise insight, balance (literally, she crushed headstands at the Yoga Barn), and a contagious laugh. Big thanks also the Craig Money, Alex, and John for all the pro tips. Mol and I are so grateful that we connected with all these people. Its always fun see bring friend circles together. Venn-dia-friends.

Molly, please relax

Part 1: Canggu 

Canggu, the popular beach just up the coast from Kuta and Seminyak. Imagine people ripping up the surf, lounging at the beach, and the nearest lush pool at N & B villas. That's us! B-E-A-UTIFUL. 

After arriving late on Saturday night the 30th of March 2019, we crawled to the villa through the 10:30 pm traffic. I was beyond stoked to arrive. After a couple of Bintangs, Pat and his buddy Craig Money and I went to the Pitstop Burger joint for a late night lamb slider and some fries. Then Craig drug us to the Gimme Shelter punk rock bar where we met the owner and guitarist, Made J (pronounced maw-day). Badass name. Gimme Shelter was from Pats dreams. Only punk rock? Cheap Bintangs? Sign this boy up! The balinese have a set of names for each child based on the order in which they are born, so we met a lot of Mades.

While in Canggu, we hit up three different of beaches and ate amazing food. Milk and Made was certainly a favorite restaurant, and we all got pretty rowdy at the fine establishment of Ule Kan. Pinkies out for Catherine! Renting motorbikes with the help of our villa owner to cruise around was certainly the right move for transport Parking was easy, the traffic not so bad, and the cool constant 20k/hr breeze was always welcomed.

People

Our impressions of the people in Bali were VERY positive. The locals running businesses and offering services were all very helpful and generally friendly. When asked, the Balinese are happy to cater to tourists and enjoy communicating with us. Many employees traveled from other parts of Bali to work in the more touristy areas. The tourists also were quite well mannered. No one I saw was causing a stink or being obnoxiously. Just as it should be when traveling - respecting the space, the people, and calmly navigating stressful situations. The nature of people were an important aspect of the Balinese vibe. This may forever live as memory of the trip: Pat with a smile, cracking a joke sporting the patterned pool robe and a sun hat. Stacy classy, Pat.

Surf

Canggu beach vibes

When not lounging at the villa pool or eating Indo grub, we hit up the beach. The accommodations beachside are so convenient. Roll up, rent some shade, slurp a coconut, lather the fun screen, grab a board for the day, and hit the surf, all for about 200k (15 USD). Old Man's beach turned out to be my favorite. The board rental dudes were friendly and flexible. So were the waves. 

Our first day at Old man's Beach, Big Boss and I followed Craig out to the less crowded but deeper wave on lookers right of the big rock. I caught a few, but mostly just swam around. The deep waves were too big for me, but C$ had zero trouble catching one after another, after another.

The next day, I got smoked by the surf. I was in need of a bit of positive beach time so I invited Molly to walk from Canggu to Old Man's beach for a sunset str♡ll. That day at Echo beach, Pete and I got pretty spooked after being washing machined by a few massive waves that broke into a bed of rocks. Then I came into the easy zone, but still split the board in two. I had to pay for half the board, which was no biggie in the end, but more so, my surf spirits were more shredded the appearance of snapped board.

During the recovery sunset walk, again, the beaches were packed. But packed felt totally normal. Everyone was doing their own thing and enjoying every minute. Dogs roamed all around, folks lounged in chairs sipping cold drinks, kids played in the sand, swimmers "waded" in the beach breaks, young men played soccer, and there were 120 surfers just PLAYING in the rapid succession of perfect, rolling, four to five foot waves. At any one moment there could be 20 people surfing four different waves, one behind the other, everyone noticeably having the time of their lives. The sun was setting beyond the thin cloud layer just above the horizon. The ambiance was warm. The air itself was red-orange. If beaches had alpenglow, this was it. We sat on a sandy knoll and admired the iconic Bali surf scene. The party wave was in full effect and we enjoyed commenting on the skill of the surfers from the shore, as we have done many times before.

Stoked from the night before, Pete and I were back at Old Mans at 8am the next morning to catch glassy post dawn waves. Again, the water was crowded, but there were ample waves for everyone, at every skill level. Pete and I stayed close at first and warmed up on easy whitewater. Later I moved out to the midlevel zone and stood up on a few small faces. After an hour, this had already been the most fun session of my life. To save my energy, I rode back in and snacked on a yogurt berry parfait, sipped an iced mocha, lathered the sun block, and went out for two more sessions. I reentered. I swam through the little channel to the left of the breakers. It was hard to wait for the perfect wave because they were all perfect. I alternated between catching an oncoming breaker and just practicing standing up and riding on whitewater. I was able to navigate the board and adjust my feet enough to dodge other surfers and sometimes gun for the face. I listened to more experienced surfers give their friends advice. "When the board starts to tip down, push up and get your feet set before while still in your plank position." If advice were an element, this nugget was gold. I rode the slow right breakers over and over. By the time I was finished, it was nearly 1pm and it had been the most fun surf day ever. I haven't surfed much, but I now see why Indo is a surf Mecca. I look forward to meeting the Old Man again.

then get 'em!

Part 2: Ubud 

Early afternoon on the morning of the epic surf, we departed for the town of Ubud, where we stayed in a two bedroom villa with a small pool overlooking a gradually terraced mature rice field. Another beautiful spot! Our host was suuuper friendly. Every morning after serving breakfast on the patio overlooking the rice terraces, orchids, and palm trees, he would ask, "what is the program for today?"
Our Ubud-iful program started Wednesday night at a tattoo parlor. Everyone was keen to get a tat in Ubud, but only Catherine left with viking inspired ink.

ArchitectureWhile driving to Ubud, we started to comment on the similarities between the stone architecture of the temples and "fences" lining the streets and the Hindu aspects of the temples of Angkor in Cambodia. Square dark volcanic stone, mostly from the Mt. Agung volcanic area, with many protruding layers and upward hooks on the corners dominate the visual field of the residential areas in central Bali. We only traveled via motorbikes and this building style was very abundant. Statues, according to a guide, are often built around the Balinese new year. Statues occupy every other street corner and intersection, many with Hindu god and goddess inspiration, and others with cultural flare, like the detailed 7 meter tall surfing monkey!

The next morning we hit up the ~1000 year old Elephant cave temple nestled in a beautiful forest valley. Against Molly's will, we hired a tour guide who blessed us with prayer and splashes of holy water. The temple had two areas, the Hindu and the Buddhist. The Hindu Temple was the namesake of the area, but the Buddhist portion was only a large stone carving the size of small house that had fallen into the creek bed after an Earthquake. This was our first bite of forested nature of Ubud.

Our second bite of natural beauty came later that day, and it was the Tegenungan Waterfall. Although crawling with people and blasting party music, it was still a fun scene. We swam at the base of the raging falls and considered riding the massive swings that swung over the falls. Instead we left for an afternoon pool swim and a snooze.

Food

We ate a few lavish meals. Some call it imposter syndrome, perhaps. Kind, smiling hosts greet us with flowers and ice cold cinnamon towels to refresh our heat-rashed skin. Napkins placed in our laps, cold fruity water poured in the glasses. Fresh juices and flavorful saucy asian dishes tickled our palates. Nasi campur, gado gado, nasi goreng, beef rendang (only for tourists because Hindus don't eat beef), and curries, were all staples amongst the crew. There are so many good restaurants to choose from, sometimes we just looked at the map and picked the one with most good reviews. This strategy led us to the nicest 5 star resort restaurant many of us had ever visited, called the Dining Corner. If you wanna blast off your vacation at a luxury villa, blow your load at Kayumanis. We toured the Luxury villas with private infinity pools overlooking the jungle. I felt spoiled to have eaten there. Maybe grateful is a more appropriate feeling. Had I known the elegance of this place, I would have left my tank top and board shorts at home. Next time 😉

Place: Mt. Batur

Hayley and Pete soaking up the sunrise

20 years of crushin it with Pete

Batur Lake and crater

Expectations can be dangerous. Luckily this one wasn't - I expected more dusty dirt roads. All roads are paved where we traveled, which is great for motorbiking. Narrow streets lined with thin slices of grass, vegetation, and a deep gutter.

We awoke at 2am for a transport to the trailhead of the sunrise summit of Mt. Batur. We sleepily chatted with our driver, sipping gritty instant Copi, readying ourselves for the ~4 hour trek.

The ascent was pitch black. A couple hundred people were scattered along the trail with their respective local guides. Big colorful motocross bikes brapped past us with those less prepared holding on to the driver for dear life. Although we could have managed the entire trek on our own, I always appreciate having a knowledgeable local guide with whom to chat, joke, and laugh. Hiring local guides helps to minimize the chaos that unbridled tourists might cause without local knowhow, and provides good stable jobs. Our guide, Roca, one of eight siblings, was from the large crater surrounding Batur. He practiced his English as we spat broken Indo phrases along the route.

The sunrise on the summit, sipping coffee and eating boiled eggs while chatting with Pete and Hayley about our lives, our views, and future plans was one of the more memorable experiences of the entire trip. Something about early mornings and mountains tops really sets the scene for a lasting memory.

Hiking with the homies at Mt. Batur summit, Mt. Agung in the background

When the sun rose, we calmed our sweaty mountain chills by standing next to the steam vents produced by the volcano and watching the monkeys ascend from the crater up to the summit rim. There, they sat and waited to be fed by the tourists. They ate, drank, fornicated, and nursed their young, all right front of us. Humans were witnessing and directly causing artificial population increase due to minimized natural predators and increased food availability. It seems that feeding the wild animals was okay here soley because the creatures are so damn cute.

Back at the trailhead we said farewell to all the other hikers and our guide, and the driver took us to the underrated Batur Natural Hot Spring. Yes, Bali is already hot, but the mountain is coolish. We soaked our bones for an hour and straight relaxxxxxed.

On the descent drive out of the large crater which houses the entirety of Batur back to Ubud, we almost bypassed the last part of the tour due to tiredness - the coffee plantation. Thank goodness we didn't. Our tour guide at the plantation was maybe 23 years old and had already been a guide there for three years. He was stoked be guiding us. Beneath the hectares of coffee and chocolate plants, ginger, turmeric, and chiles line the forest floor. Tea leaves don't grow well in hot temps, so Indo tea is typically made from smaller herbs and the dried roots previously mentioned. In addition, nearly 1000 Luwak weasels rummage through the coffee plants, selectively swallowing the best beans. After passing through the GI tract of the animal, the acidity and associated caffeine levels of the coffee bean drop. The farmers hunt for the excrement of the Luwak, rinse it, dry it, roast it, the brew it so uber coffee connoisseurs can pay $50/cup of delicacy weasel shit coffee. Our dude gave us a homie hookup ($3) and we shared an admittedly delicious bitterless cup.

The Mt. Batur Sunrise Tours nailed it. Hayley said it right, "you couldn't poke a hole in this tou-ah."

Yoga and fitness

Yoga Barn flower design

Bali is like the Boulder, Colorado of Asia. People are beautiful, generally very fit, funky. They love to eat fresh food consciously and spend time with the natural world. Health and wellbeing are bountiful here. Catherine enjoyed Alex's Yin yoga class in Canggu at Odyssey. Then in Ubud we went balls to the wall at the Yoga Barn for consecutive days of afternoon Vinyasa flow. The main studio is a large, open air second floor... barn. I could easily overutilize a month long unlimited pass here and barely scratch the surface of their diverse yoga and meditation offerings. So much combined ancient and contemporary wisdom to glean here.

I love exploring new places on foot. Running through new areas allows me to be with a place at a slower pace than biking, but cover more ground that a walk. In Canggu, the morning beach run was a perfect way to start the day. Our last night in Ubud, Pete and I cruised the streets, smiling at the friendly supportive shouts from kids and guys, and constantly shooing off protective barking dogs of the residential areas.
Green school

The Green school is an international school focused on conservation, community engagement, and solution- based learning. They are also famous for their cutting edge bamboo architecture. Thankfully, everyone else all wanted to tour the green school for an hour one morning. I enjoyed looking at the variety of structures and the projects that students at the school had incorporated into their campus. The educational model of this school is well aligned with my educational philosophy, and could see myself applying for a position here... again.

Closing

I am so lucky to have been born into a situation and to parents who have provided well enough for us to travel around the world. Sure, we did some work on our own, but location of birth is a significant indicator of opportunity one has in ones life, and I was born in a place and in a time which, and to parents who offer people lots of opportunity. As an adult I've always loved to travel, but mostly around the mountain west of North America, over trails, rocks, and snowy glades. Now, I love traveling with my wife and friends, learning local phrases, eating local foods, seeing new sites, and exploring new ways of being wholly healthy and balanced. Bali inspires me to continue this exploration. Indo is intriguing. Thank you Bali, I will be back!

Letters for Jones 4/2018

Happy 4/20!  It's not really a big deal here in Asia, as marijuana consumption is

much more of a fringe social behavior than a norm.  That being said, for some reason the

pond where we live attracts a mixed bag of locals and expats who congregate at the coffee

shop, drink coffee or beers, and pass around a never ending joint.  No pipes, but the tobacco

bong rises up and down from the floor with a regular pattern.  A listener knows when the

smoker is about to experience a monster head rush - the match strikes, the water

percolates slowly, drawing the smoke up the chamber, then the smoker tips the bong into

the horizontal position to forcefully clear the chamber with the sound of a wet whistle.  The

bongs gets laid down in the filthy sidewalk until the next grubby man scoops it up for a

quick fix.  I hear it all day long on the streets. Thanks my soon-to-be-wife for helping me

kick the lingering habit over the years.  

This day reminds me a most rebellious maneuver you lulled back in 2004, one in

which I'm hesitant to share with your folks, but in the theme of this letter, and with the

notion that any memory is a good memory, this one surely hasn't been shared with the

parental generation.  

It was Tuesday, April 20th, 2004, at 11:50 am in the north end of Boise, Idaho.  Our

severely underdeveloped brains had the idea to make full delinquent use of our off campus 
lunch - only 35 minutes long.  I don't remember exactly who joined me, but to my memory

is was Johnny and Pete, and one other.  We hopped in my little red Subaru and drove the

quick 5 minutes to North Junior High where we stopped and waited for you to mosey out

the North entrance door into our car, like we were a parent picking you up after school -

NBD!  North Junior High didn't have off campus lunch - or so the admin thought.  We drove

around the north end streets, eyes alert, peeled for any signs of a snitch who might give

away our delusion of stealth.  

We choked down a j and quickly dropped your ass back at the main entrance this

time - genius-  the THC further detracting from our already under developed decision

making abilities. I, personally was terrified of being a part of this rebellious endeavor and

being responsible for your potential consequences.  The risk was high, the consequences

higher.  Nonetheless, you managed to fire off a text mid-class to let us know all was well.  We

were so dumb!  Yet we had a lot of fun.  Mostly we were stoked to have pulled off another

stint.  

During your Jr. high days, your defiant, rebellious attitude could be summarized by three 
rules you identified, and somewhat followed, but only for the reaction of the implementation 
of the rules.  The rules were:

1. Different is bad
2. Don't worry about it
3. Don't do anything anyone else can do for you.  

One scene in particular is associated with you sharing these rules, and the setting is

your kitchen at the modern little breakfast table.  The sun is shining through the recessed

kitchen window overlooking the hot tub.  Your lovely mother is preparing a snack as you

recite your rules.  Shannon is somewhat amused but mostly appalled at your nonchalant yet

slightly offensive utterances. “Matthew!” She shouts, half questioning your words half

telling you to zip it.  It is morning on a spring or summer day and I lightly yet politely tease

Shannon about her tofu smoothies my parents always referred to when discussion

Shannon’s snacks.  You double down on the jab by affirming the strangeness of snack

choice, but with no room to talk.  You had no problem putting down a 300 cal Kirkland

chocolate weight loss shake chased with a pound of claussen dills on the side.  Pretty

different dude!

Your sister bounces back and forth from her messy room, always hosting a full faced

smile with her jaw dropped dropped at some ridiculous Jones expletive.  You and her laugh

the same.  Mouth open, neck forward, half glotal snort, half… different.  We fed her a lifetime

of shit every 10 seconds, just for her cute reaction, and all in love.  

After the snack we head outside for any assortment of games, pond exploration,

back forty fort building, or rolling on any form of wheels. I don't remember too much

indoor play at your house unless it was after dark playing video games or a wintery Sunday

watching football.  Amelia continues her occasional appearance, always sweet, always

independent, and always seeking justice from frequent unjust comments.  She still is all of

these things.  I don't like to project on what you would do or how you would feel in present

situations, but I know you would be proud of your sister for being different and standing up

for justice. She is working to reverse all the hate our ignorant teenage mouths put into the

world.  Not that it justifies our horrible mouths, but I hope she knows we did it all just for a

reaction, not because we actually believed it.  

Peace and love brother.  Stay up.

Jackson