We woke up early in the morning for a farang breakfast at the guesthouse. Banana crepe with fresh fruits and a small piece of wholemeal bread. Not too bad, but very farang. Perhaps I should find a book and lie on bed, with a beer of course. On second thoughts, maybe 2 perhaps. 3, 4..., 10...

Of course I didn't do that. After farang breakfast, we started out on a trekking route (Monkey Forest & Penestanan) suggested by LP. The time needed was estimated to be 2 hours. We took almost half a day (Start: 0930hrs, Finish: 1400hrs) and our legs almost broke. Along the way, we simply walked, observed, fooled around and had fun. Villages, padi fields, small provision shops (bintang beer at Rp12k), painting houses were in the itinerary. It was no doubt tiring but we could not have seen the real Bali (I hope it was real enough) if we didn't do that walk.

While we were having dinner after our Bali-styled massage (Rp60k/hour), we met an American who was staying in Ubud long term. He told us that his house had a nice view with a padi field right just in front of his door step. The rent was USD$400 (was certainly not the cheapest), but it included housekeeping (e.g. changing the flowers in his house every 2 or 3 days).

We discussed about the previous US presidential elections (was it rigged?), Operation Iraqi Freedom (as it was so fondly flashed on the screens of CNN) and terrorism in general. He believed that Terrorism was wrong, but the rationale behind it was not unexplainable. While I shall not go into details, something he said caught my attention. His mother wanted him to return home immediately after the second bombings in Bali (Oct 05). He refused, because he believed that this was what the terrorists wanted. Even if he was to die someday due to a bomb, he knows that it was god that wanted him to die this way, not the terrorists.