While I love eating Asian food, I barely know how to boil rice myself. Seriously. I buy my rice in those frozen packets from Trader Joe’s or gingerly poke at a pot of Minute Rice, with about 50/50 success rate.
So thank goodness the Warung...
When I was zipping around Seminyak on my hot pink motorbike and saw people cycling through the cluttered streets, my first thought was: ARE YOU CRAZY? Smog, potholes, crazy drivers, the need to create your own lane and create your own throughway in a...
I committed to at least one yoga sesh or run each week in my 2012 resolutions; I fully believe that yoga helps make me a better traveler (and person). The humidity, smog and uneven surface areas quickly ruled out any running in Bali, but thankfully...
If food is the heart of a culture, then markets are its oxygen. Markets are the life source of a community: a place not only to buy and sell sustenance, but to exchange stories, recipes and smiles.
Ubud Market was no exception: it...
Bali was my way of baby steps into Asia. I wasn’t sure what to expect, and I wasn’t sure what sort of Westerner I’d be. Would I fall in love with the culture and the scenery and the people and the fact that everything is cheap as chips? Or would I be...