#Bali Food Guide

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Exploring the Enchanting Wonders of Bali

Bali, an island paradise in Indonesia, is a destination that mesmerizes travelers with its captivating beauty and vibrant culture. Known for its lush landscapes, pristine beaches, and rich traditions, Bali offers an unforgettable experience for every visitor. Whether you’re embarking on a Bali tour to explore its breathtaking scenery or seeking the tranquility of its serene environments, this island has something for everyone. One of the standout attractions is the array of stunning waterfalls in Bali, which provide a perfect retreat for nature enthusiasts and adventure seekers alike.

Discovering Bali’s Natural Beauty

Bali’s charm lies in its diverse landscapes. From the verdant rice terraces of Ubud to the volcanic peaks of Mount Batur, the island’s geography is as varied as it is stunning. A Bali tour often begins with a journey through its picturesque countryside, where traditional villages and lush greenery create a serene backdrop.

One cannot talk about Bali without highlighting its magnificent waterfalls. These natural wonders are scattered across the island, each offering a unique experience. Tegenungan Waterfall, located near Ubud, is a popular spot for its accessibility and picturesque surroundings. Meanwhile, Sekumpul Waterfall in the northern part of Bali is often regarded as the most beautiful, with multiple cascades set amidst a lush jungle. A visit to these waterfalls in Bali promises an escape into nature’s embrace, where the sound of rushing water and the sight of cascading streams create a sense of peace and wonder.

Cultural Richness and Spiritual Traditions

Bali is often referred to as the "Island of the Gods" due to its deep spiritual roots. Hindu temples are scattered throughout the island, each with its unique architectural style and cultural significance. The iconic Tanah Lot Temple, perched on a rocky outcrop surrounded by the sea, is a must-visit for its dramatic sunset views and spiritual ambiance.

Another highlight is the Uluwatu Temple, which sits atop a cliff overlooking the Indian Ocean. Visitors here can enjoy the Kecak Dance performance, a traditional Balinese art form that combines storytelling, music, and fire dance. Engaging with these cultural elements is an integral part of any Bali tour, as it offers insight into the island’s rich heritage.

Adventure and Recreation

For adventure enthusiasts, Bali is a playground of opportunities. The island’s beaches are renowned for surfing, with spots like Uluwatu and Padang Padang attracting surfers from around the globe. Snorkeling and diving in Bali’s crystal-clear waters offer a chance to explore vibrant coral reefs and marine life. Nusa Penida, a nearby island, is a favorite among divers for its manta rays and underwater beauty.

Hiking is another popular activity, with Mount Batur being a favorite destination for sunrise treks. The challenging climb is rewarded with panoramic views of the island as the first rays of sunlight illuminate the landscape. For those seeking a more leisurely experience, cycling tours through Bali’s villages and rice fields provide an intimate look at local life.

Luxurious Escapes

No Bali tour is complete without indulging in its luxurious offerings. From world-class resorts to private villas, the island caters to those seeking comfort and opulence. Bali is also renowned for its spa culture, with treatments that blend traditional techniques and natural ingredients.

The Ultimate Bali Spa Experience awaits those who want to rejuvenate their body and mind. Traditional Balinese massages, herbal baths, and wellness rituals are designed to provide a holistic healing experience. Many spas are set in tranquil environments, surrounded by nature, ensuring a deeply relaxing retreat.

Culinary Delights

Bali’s culinary scene is as diverse as its landscapes. From traditional warungs (small eateries) to fine dining establishments, the island offers a gastronomic journey for every palate. Must-try dishes include Babi Guling (suckling pig), Nasi Campur (mixed rice), and Satay Lilit (minced seafood satay). For those seeking international cuisine, Bali’s vibrant expat community has influenced the food scene, resulting in an array of options from Italian to Japanese.

Sustainability and Eco-Tourism

In recent years, Bali has made strides in promoting sustainability and eco-tourism. Many accommodations and tour operators prioritize environmentally friendly practices, such as reducing plastic waste and supporting local communities. Visitors can participate in eco-friendly activities, such as beach cleanups, organic farming workshops, and visiting sustainable coffee plantations.

Waterfalls in Bali are also being preserved through these efforts, ensuring that future generations can continue to enjoy their pristine beauty. Travelers are encouraged to follow responsible tourism practices, such as not leaving trash behind and respecting local customs.

Tips for Planning Your Bali Tour

To make the most of your trip, consider these tips:

Choose the Right Season: The dry season, from April to October, is ideal for outdoor activities and exploring waterfalls in Bali.

Pack Smart: Lightweight clothing, comfortable footwear, and a reusable water bottle are essential.

Respect Local Customs: Dress modestly when visiting temples and participate respectfully in cultural ceremonies.

Hire a Local Guide: A knowledgeable guide can enhance your experience by providing insights into Bali’s culture, history, and hidden gems.

Plan for Rest Days: With so much to see and do, it’s essential to include downtime to relax and soak in the island’s beauty.

Conclusion

Bali is a destination that truly has it all – from natural wonders and cultural treasures to thrilling adventures and luxurious indulgences. A Bali tour offers the chance to connect with the island’s essence, whether through exploring waterfalls in Bali, experiencing its vibrant traditions, or unwinding with The Ultimate Bali Spa Experience. As you plan your journey, prepare to be captivated by the magic of this enchanting island, where every moment is an opportunity to create lasting memories.

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Explore the vibrant flavors of Bali with our guide to 20 iconic restaurants that are a must-visit for any foodie. From charming beachside eateries offering fresh seafood to hidden gems serving authentic Balinese cuisine, this curated list showcases the best culinary experiences the island has to offer. Whether you’re looking for a romantic dinner with a view or a casual brunch in a trendy café, these restaurants promise unforgettable dining moments. Dive into Bali’s diverse food scene and savor dishes that reflect its rich culture and global influences.

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Heyy girll, i wanna travel to indonesia cuz em food be looking tastyy and i actually noticed the country is so pretty what😭😭 so i have a couple places in mind but just thought i’d ask a native🤷‍♀️also u meantioned sth about scammers in a post and i got nervous, what should i do!!

Omg yayyy, the ministry of tourism should pay me for promoting the cuntry fr fr

And ngl, here is pretty.. in most places, maybe not someplace which is more urban coz.. yeah trash, but the community is still great tho XD

As for scammers, what i saw is usually price charged higher for foreigners.. so i suggest you get a local guide or just find a place which present the price upfront on a sign

Some other scam may be transportation, coz people are eyeballin the price. Asked the other passenger instead of the driver or just use gojek (its like uber)

And i think thats it(?) try to bargain prices as well, dont be shy, they usually raise the price so much higher anyway

Oh, there would be a lot of street performer around, dont give them money if you're staying in one place because they would tell every other performance and so more gonna come to ask for money.. they're usually children too, forced to work only for the money to be taken by the thugs who forced them

Its universal to not trust cops.. they dont work unless you have money. Its best to ask for locals help instead, more would usually gather around and help. For example, people here would rather call gojek to help someone for.. anything, and said gojek usually dont expect payment, give them money anyway tho coz thats nice but some would refuse

A warning that the spices might be too much for most people, i have korean friends who swear they can handle spices and im sure they could handle korean spices, but then they got sick from eating a fist of indo spicy chips

Streetfood mostly aint clean as well tbh, so uh- yeah, bali stomach or whatever its called, might send you to the toilet quick

Food i reccomend: martabak manis/terang bulan (get the chocolate and cheese one), nasi goreng, mie goreng, rendang, satay, and many more which are more exclusive to each region.. the food i stated more.. widespread sksks

If ur feeling freaky try durian stuff, pete, and jengkol

Definitely try the restaurant that's crowded with local more than it being fancy. Coz fancy restaurants usually more expensive and uses less spices.. to cater to the tongue and wallet of foreigners

As for places.. i would reccomend sulawesi for nice nature which is mostly untouched unlike bali's beach, maluku is also very pretty, the thing is those place aren't famous for tourism.. so best to have guide since people there rarely understand English unlike bali

Some other places like East java tbh, ive travelled there multiple times- its more of a local tourist spot instead of Bali which is more international

Im sure there are great things in the west side of Indo.. but i live there and it's suck here but.. im sure we have something.. idk what tho- Jakarta is.. the capital, yea its something.. ig, it has.. bus.. and train system, something the other places in Indo doesn't have, sadly

Riau got pretty beaches, Sumatrra's food is the country's favorite

Added note that most places that aren't bali would be very conservative, so while they won't confront you, you would be judged for pda, showing shoulder, or legs.. but again, if you're obviously a tourist they would understand. Some places might deny ur entry for wearing shorts tho

This is all i could think rn, there are probably more things that could be added, so for any indo seeing this plz add more uwu)/

And dont be afraid if ur not speaking indonesiann, we mostly dont speak english but.. idk, google translate exist and it never deterred any local to be less friendly. If anything, they would be very enthusiastic seeing foreigners.. plus, every region has its own version of Indonesian language, sometimes we don't understand each other lol

Im curious to what places u had in mind tho 👀👀👀

Oh gosh this is long lol

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July 3 ۶ৎ Fort San Domingo + Bali

Lotsssss of traveling today... which is good for ME because I like to LOOK AT THINGS!!! It was a long bus ride to Fort San Domingo, but once we got there I def understood why we made the trip. The fort was full of old artifacts showcasing the differing periods of Taiwan under the rule of many regimes throughout the centuries. Definitely a history focused morning but nonetheless super interesting. The fort was also adjacent to a college, and exploring it gave a really cool insight to the lives of Taiwanese college students!

After the fort we made our way to the Tamsui River, where we went on a ferry ride that circled the water. So peaceful man.............. walking around the area afterwards was lots of fun, checking out lots of small shops and we ended up grabbing lunch at a street vendor. Sadly this is where my issues with some Taiwanese food began my weak fragile little tummy cannot handle these things. I'm the kind of person who's willing to go through the 7 layers of hell for good food though and I can happily say this was absolutely worth it

After a quick (2 hr...) nap at the hotel, friends and I set off for XiMenDing to do some more exploring and shopping at some of the more touristyyyy young people catered kind of stores. We ran into a street performance that ended up using one of us (Jess) as a pole anchor for a pole dance. Look at my taiwanese street performers dawg. It was really funny because he kept assuring Jess to just trust him at the beginning going dw dw dw and then right before he begins performing he goes "my life is in your hands by the way. don't mess this up" which is crazy work

To top off the night some classmates and I hunted down the famed Hello Kitty 7-11...... sooooooooo cute so ke ai............yup............then a fun little trip to animate. money was spent for sure. no more questions

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Academic Reflection ◡̈

Visiting Fort San Domingo was an extremely informative experience, and was an accurate representation of the rich history of Taiwanese occupation. From the Spanish to the Dutch, to the Qing dynasty, to the British, then the Japanese, the United States of America, and finally to the Republic of China, each of these regimes is reflected in the fort and was on display for us to see. As we went through the fort, we were able to see artifacts such as old furniture, bricks used, appliances, and more, ultimately highlighting the influence each “era” had on Taiwan, although it may not be fully visible today.

I particularly enjoyed learning how each regime had a different purpose for the fort. For example, the reading informed us that the Spanish had used it for its literal purpose, while the British used it as a consulate, and following Japanese rule, became an unofficial British embassy. Learning more about the fort and all the powers that controlled it allowed me to reflect on the implications these rulings had on the rest of Taiwan. Our tour guide, Peter, particularly emphasized this by telling us an anecdote about his own family, and how one family can have four generations who all speak different languages. People in Taiwan over the decades spoke Japanese, Hokkien, English, and Mandarin Chinese, sometimes even leading to communication issues between family members. As a result, we were told Taiwan chose Mandarin as the singular language to standardize in education, so that the whole of Taiwan could be united and the literacy rate could rise. The younger generation of Taiwan now primarily speaks Chinese and some English, reflecting the influence of the Western world on Taiwanese culture while also staying true to one unified identity.

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Taiwan Day 2 <3

July 3 - Fort San Domingo/Bali Ferry Ride

This morning I had breakfast at the hotel for the first time. They had chicken nuggets which I thought was hilarious. Then we got on a super fancy charter bus, I’ve never seen a charter bus with that many curtains in my life. They said the bus ride was an hour long but honestly it didn’t feel like it since I was really focused on the view and there was a lot of cool things to take pictures of. I saw BT21(BTS characters) on a pizza hut it was amazing. During the bus ride our tour guide Peter was talking about how the language in Taiwan has changed from generation to generation and the newer generation seems to kind of merge their s/sh and z/zh sounds to something sort of in the middle. I’m a linguistics minor so I always find language tidbits fun but there is actually a reason for this so I made a note to myself to yap about it here. So the z/s sounds are called alveolar sounds which means the tip of your tongue is touching the alveolar ridge in your mouth (that little slope behind your top teeth), and the sh/zh sounds are retroflex sounds which means that your tongue is curled so the bottom of your tongue is touching the alveolar ridge. The reason the younger generation tends to kind of merge the sounds and do something closer to the regular fricative versions rather than make two distinct sounds is because the accent with the fricative only is associated with working class men and a lot of younger men started to use that way of speaking to associate themselves with a kind of hard-working/filial personality. I think this specific phonetic change comes up in pretty much every linguistics class. Anywho, then we went to the Fort San Domingo which has been under the rule of so many countries. It was really pretty, it honestly kind of reminded me of the Thomas Center in Gainesville just because of how it had old rooms and furniture on display. It was also pretty close to a college. Then we went into a 7-11 on our way to the next excursion and there was a cinnamoroll blind box so I got one and I got the one I wanted :D. Then we went onto a ferry ride and I still can’t believe mountains are real so I swear I got a picture of the mountains from practically every single angle. Then me and some others decided to stay around the area instead of going back to the hotel and I finally got my first boba in Taiwan. It was like 3 dollars and it was so good I think I have to just stay here forever. We also got some food and I tried dried noodles for the first time and they were so good. Then we went back to the hotel and I was rotting on tiktok for like 2 hours.

Me and Layla were supposed to go to Ximen at 5 but she passed out as soon as we got back lol. After those two hours I got bored and I could’ve made this post but I knew I still wanted to do more stuff and anyone reading this can tell I like to yap so I held off until now. So then I texted Kyra and we went to get more boba (literally so good) and then we found a park and IT HAD TEACUPS!!!!!!!!!!!!!! And it had those like running things (in a picture) and I’ve literally never seen those in America. I get why people in Taiwan are known for being happy they have 24/7 parks, 24/7 7-11s, and 3 dollar boba. I think I went down the slide in that park like 6 times. 10/10 will absolutely be going back. Then we ended up going to Ximending as a group anyways. We got there at the perfect time because this guy was setting up something to do a little performance and he had people in the audience help him hold up the pole he was using and he chose Jess as one of the helpers it was so funny. He was like “my life is in your hands, don’t move. If you move, I will die.” Then we walked around and eventually we split up and me, Layla, and Kyra found the Hello Kitty 7-11 :DDDD, AND THERE’S TWO OF THEM :DDDDDDDDDDD. Will be going back tomorrow 100%. We also walked past a dancing capybara that was doing a handstand. Then we went to an anime store and then went back to the hotel and I am so tired. One thing I keep noticing is that there is a very prominent presence of fine arts here. There’s a lot of art installations, graffiti, and art around the streets. In a lot of the shopping district areas there’s always some kind of performance going on all around. Even some of the manhole covers have little designs on them. One of my favorite things about Florida has always been that there’s a big presence of art in different forms so it feels so homey to see it all around Taipei. 

Academic Reflection

Today we learned about the Fort San Domingo. I wasn’t surprised to learn that it frequently changed hands between countries since I knew Taiwan has been under many different country’s rule. But I was surprised to learn that at one point the Dutch and even Australia had control of it, that felt very random to me. But going through the fort and seeing all of the different additions each hand-over brought to it was very interesting. I think a lot of the stuff in there is left from the British which makes sense since most of the earlier stuff was completely taken down by the Spanish and then rebuilt by the Dutch. 

It was also interesting to learn about the different ways in which different countries regarded Taiwan and the Fort. For instance the Spanish kind of gave up on Taiwan to focus on the Philippines whereas Japan worked hard to develop Taiwan since they were set on it always being Japanese territory. I was, and honestly still am, surprised that the fort was turned into a museum even though it was actively being used until relatively recently. 

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Travel Blogs That Show Every Corner of the World

Looking for real stories, useful tips, and honest guides from every part of the globe? Travel Blogs are the perfect window into the world. With personal insights and local tips, a good Blog About Travel goes far beyond tourist brochures. Let’s explore how these blogs help travelers and how you can use them to plan your next adventure.

What Makes Travel Blogs So Helpful Today?

Travel Blogs have become go-to sources for millions of people. Whether you’re a first-time traveler or a seasoned globetrotter, these blogs share real experiences that help in making better travel decisions. They often include:

Personal stories and first-hand experiences

Tips on where to stay, what to eat, and what to do

Hidden gems that guidebooks often miss

By following Blogs Travel lovers write, you don’t just learn about the “what,” but the “how” and “why” of each destination.

Get Real Advice from Real Travelers Online

What makes Travel Blogs better than commercial travel sites? Authenticity. Bloggers share real journeys — the good and the bad — making it easy to trust their tips. From losing luggage in Paris to finding secret beaches in Bali, it’s all raw, relatable, and useful.

Want to know the best time to visit Iceland or how to avoid tourist traps in Rome? Chances are, a Blog For Travel has already covered it.

Easy Destination Planning With Travel Blogs

One of the most valuable things about Blogs About Travel is how much planning they save you. You’ll often find:

Full day-by-day itineraries

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Lists of must-see sights and local tips

This can be way more helpful than a general website. Instead of vague lists, you’ll get real experiences from people who’ve actually been there.

Different Types of Blogs Travel Lovers Read

Not all Travel Blogs are the same. Depending on your style and goals, you’ll find blogs that focus on:

Solo travel – perfect for independent adventurers

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Whatever your style, there’s a Blog About Travelling that fits your vibe and helps you get inspired.

Travel Blogs Help You See Every Culture

Good Travel Blogs do more than show places — they show people, traditions, food, and lifestyle. Through detailed stories and beautiful photography, these blogs give you a real sense of what life is like in other parts of the world.

Want to see what a day in the life of a local in Japan looks like? Or how Diwali is celebrated in India? That’s where Travel Blogs shine — in capturing the true spirit of a place.

Blogs Build Travel Confidence and Awareness

For many travelers, stepping into a new country can be scary. That’s why reading a Blog About Travel beforehand is so helpful. Bloggers talk about common challenges like language barriers, culture shock, and even dealing with travel scams.

By reading their experiences, you go in prepared and confident. It’s like getting advice from a friend who’s already been where you’re going.

Follow Travel Blogs for Up-to-Date Info

Travel rules and local conditions can change quickly. One major benefit of following Blogs Travel experts write is that they’re often updated regularly. You’ll find fresh content on:

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Compared to outdated guidebooks, Blogs On Traveling keep you current and aware.

How to Choose the Right Travel Blog to Read

Not all Travel Blogs are created equal. Here are a few tips to find the best ones:

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Whether it’s a niche Blog About Travel or a popular influencer blog, quality content always stands out.

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If you’re dreaming of faraway lands, planning a vacation, or just love reading about adventures, Travel Blogs are where you should start. They provide more than info — they offer connection, perspective, and a glimpse into every corner of the world.

From expert travel guides to raw storytelling, a good Blog For Travel will not just inform you, it will inspire you.

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✈️✨ Bali Travel Guide 2025: What You Really Need to Know 🌺🌊

Dreaming of Bali in 2025? Here’s your no-fuss, aesthetic-approved mini guide:

🗓 When to go: Dry season (Apr–Oct) = beach vibes + surf heaven. Want something spiritual? Visit during Nyepi in March — Bali's silent day is unforgettable.

💸 Money matters: Local currency = IDR. Cards work in touristy spots, but keep cash for warungs and hidden gems.

🛵 Getting around: Rent a scooter if you're brave. Grab (the app) works great too. Plan your routes — Bali traffic is a mood.

🍛 Must-eat moments: Nasi campur, babi guling, and all the spicy sambal your heart can take. Local warungs = soul food.

🙏 Respect the culture: Modest clothes for temples. Don’t step on offerings. Bali is not just a destination, it’s sacred.

🏡 Where to stay: Chill homestays to luxe cliffside villas — book early, especially during peak season.

☀️ Stay safe: Sunscreen, hydration, and a secure bag = your Bali starter pack.

#Bali2025 #TravelTips #IslandVibes #BaliGuide #TumblrTravel

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Yoga Retreats in Bali: And Why You Should Consider This Indonesian Island Instead

1 Natural Beauty that Calms the Soul Bali’s stunning natural beauty is not just an artistic treat — it’s a healing therapy for the spirit. Whenever you look, you’re encircled by the rice fields that are extremely green, forests in tropical regions, rivers of faith, big volcanoes, and relaxed beaches when the horizon becomes melted by bright sunsets.

When you practice yoga in such stunning nature, each posture feels more connected and every meditation feels more powerful. The peaceful sound of water flowing, the gentle rustle of palm leaves, and the fresh ocean weather naturally pull you into a state of mindfulness and calmness.

In Bali, nature isn’t just scenery; it turns into a sacred feature of your inner journey. It gently reminds you to slow down and appreciate life’s great and basic beauty by living in the now.

Here, you don’t just visit nature; you become one with it.

2. An atmosphere that is filled with spirit Bali is called the “Island of the Gods,” and the moment you step into its sacred soil, there is a strong spiritual energy in the atmosphere. The island’s deep connection to its Hindu origins is visible everywhere, from the colorful daily gifts called Canang Sari placed at every doorstep to the ancient forests that surround the centuries-old temples.

Bali is filled with temples, festivals, and religions because of its strong Hindu culture. This energy makes the perfect atmosphere for meditation, yoga, and personal development. You don’t just visit the Bali island you feel it

Every element of Balinese culture—ceremonies, dances, prayers, and rituals—is a living expression of appreciation and dedication. This creates an atmosphere where spirituality is not just practiced; it is lived, breathed, and felt in every corner.

For yoga practitioners and those looking for inner peace, this sacred energy acts like an invisible support system. Meditation becomes deeper. Healing feels natural. Awakening feels simple.

Whether you are meditating at a temple in Riverside, on a beach, doing yoga at sunrise, or simply walking through a vibrant local market filled with incense and chanting, you feel gently guided into inner peace and self-discovery by Bali’s spiritual heartbeat.

In Bali, spirituality is given to you; you don’t have to go looking for it.

3. Several types of Yoga Retreats The fact that Bali offers such a wide range of 3-day yoga and meditation retreats is among its most lovely features. There is a Bali retreat that is ideal for you, regardless of your degree of experience, personal objectives, or preferred style.

From luxurious beachfront retreats to forest hideaways, Bali offers a full spectrum of retreat experiences:

Yoga retreats for beginners: a gentle introduction to yoga with supportive instructors and easy poses that encourage proper posture and breathing awareness.

Advanced Yoga Experiences: Develop your practice by attending intensive retreats that include more complex meditation techniques, advanced postures, and ideas.

Detox and Healing Retreats: To completely cleanse your body and soul, combine yoga with spa treatments, natural therapies, and organic food cleanses.

Meditation and Spiritual Retreats: Centered around inner growth, these retreats include sacred rituals, chanting mantras, energy healing, and meditation practices.

Luxurious Yoga Breaks: Experience 5-star stays where yoga gets comfort infinity pools, spa treatments, private yoga classes and gourmet vegan food

Additionally, you can choose the retreat length that suits your schedule:

Short 3-day getaways for a quick recharge

5-days yoga wellness & meditation retreat in Bali and 7-day retreats for deep transformation

Month-long yoga teacher training programs for those seeking a professional path

In Bali, you can tailor your retreat journey exactly the way your soul needs — whether you seek adventure, healing, deep spiritual connection, or just pure relaxation.

Bali doesn’t just offer yoga retreats; it offers life-changing experiences crafted uniquely for every traveler.

4 Expert Instructors from Around the World One of the biggest reasons Bali has become a global yoga hub is the presence of highly experienced instructors from all corners of the world. Here, you don’t just learn yoga — you experience it through the wisdom of teachers who bring diverse traditions, styles, and healing methods with them.

You’ll find teachers trained in ancient Indian yoga lineages, modern Western practices, Buddhist mindfulness, Ayurveda, Traditional Chinese Medicine, and more. They bring together a beautiful fusion of East and West and traditional and contemporary approaches, ensuring that every student — no matter their background — feels seen, supported, and inspired.

What makes these instructors special:

Globally certified (RYT 200/500, Yoga Alliance, Ayurveda experts)

Deep personal practice and years of teaching experience

Holistic approach — focusing not just on asanas, but also on breathwork, meditation, emotional healing, and lifestyle coaching

Heart-centered teaching, creating a safe and nurturing space for personal growth

Many retreats also offer one-on-one mentorship sessions where you can discuss your personal journey, blocks, and goals and receive guidance directly from these masters.

In Bali, learning yoga is not just about perfecting your postures — it’s about finding a mentor who lights the path toward your highest potential.

 Here, the right teacher appears when the soul is ready to evolve.

5 Affordable Luxury One of the most amazing things about Bali is that it offers you a taste of true luxury — without emptying your wallet. In Bali, you can experience five-star living, holistic wellness, and stunning natural beauty at a fraction of what it would cost in Western countries.

Imagine waking up to a sunrise over emerald rice fields, practicing yoga in an open-air bamboo shala, enjoying daily spa treatments, sipping fresh coconut water by a private pool, and dining on organic, gourmet meals — all included in retreat packages that remain surprisingly affordable.

What makes Bali’s luxury affordable?

Lower cost of living in Indonesia compared to Europe, Australia, or the USA

A wide variety of options — from cozy eco-resorts to high-end villas — to suit different budgets

Retreats often bundle yoga classes, meals, massages, excursions, and accommodations into one value-packed price

World-class amenities: infinity pools, spa facilities, private chefs, holistic therapy rooms, and beachfront access

This means you don’t have to compromise — you can nurture your body, relax your soul, and enjoy indulgent comforts — all while staying within a reasonable budget.

In Bali, luxury isn’t a privilege — it’s part of the healing experience available to everyone.

6. Vibrant Wellness Community Bali is not just a destination — it’s a living, breathing wellness ecosystem where you instantly feel a sense of belonging. From the moment you arrive, you become part of a global community of yogis, healers, meditators, and free spirits — all united by a common desire for healing, growth, and transformation.

At cafes, retreat centers, beaches, and temples, you’ll find soulful conversations happening naturally. You meet people from every corner of the world — travelers who are on their own journeys of self-discovery, teachers who share wisdom generously, and locals who welcome you with genuine warmth and open hearts.

What makes Bali’s wellness community so special?

Daily yoga classes, ecstatic dance gatherings, cacao ceremonies, and mindfulness workshops happening all around

Easy connections through wellness hubs like Ubud, Canggu, and Uluwatu

Open mic nights, conscious living talks, and breathwork sessions to nourish the mind and spirit

A culture of support and encouragement where your growth is celebrated, not judged

In Bali, you are never alone on your healing journey. You are surrounded by a vibrant tribe that lifts you higher, holds space for your transformation, and reminds you that we are all connected through love, energy, and the pursuit of a deeper life.

In Bali, strangers quickly become soul family

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have u had the chance to speak any indonesian while in bali ahshshsh alsoo do u have a tour guide or ? :0

NO </3 i cant tell the difference between balinese and indonesian either besides like. listening for english cognates from dutch.

I know. very few words. I know uhmmmm. Hello. Cat. Meow. And. Good morning. Apple. Thank you. i think thats all

Most ppl uere default to english when they see me anyway so all I rlly can do is say likeee. thank you

We dont have a tour guide. Our days are all actually p light in terms of Doing Stuff, usually just one Big Plan per day, since all of us are terrible in the heat lolz. We've found some cool things to do- monkey forest (lots of monkeys!!!!!), zoo, uhmmmmmm. we just saw the tallest statue in bali. Mostly we've walked around near where we're stating to try a bunch of food

we're headed down to Uluwatu rn to see the beaches ^.^ we'll be here for two days then head up to see youuuu

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I suppose I should document some of this trip, I won’t be able to remember everything and I’m only going to get older…

I’ve been in Indonesia for a month. My original flight back was scheduled for three days ago out of Bali. Now I’m in Medan and planning to go jungle trekking in Sumatra tomorrow, I didn’t even bother going to Bali. I got as far as Banyuwangi, a short ferry ride from Bali, but I’ve only heard negative things about that island. I’m sure parts of it are beautiful, I’m sure there’s a reason why it’s such a well-known destination, but a flood of Western tourists does not speak to me. I’d rather go see some Orangutans.

This trip has been great, obviously. Not sure how to summarize the last month, so much has happened. The jazz festival was impressive, I’m realizing that jazz is best appreciated live, even more than other genres in my view. I saw Snarky Puppy but they felt a bit overhyped honestly. Excellent musicianship, very precise, sounded great etc. But it felt like a bunch of white band kids playing highly-arranged jazz pop. I think that’s a fair assessment. It’s funny, I caught the last maybe third of Kamasi Washington’s set and that was easily my favorite performance even though the venue was half-empty. I was blown away. The raw power coming from that stage, it’s something that’s hard to describe but impossible not to feel. I suppose it’s mostly useless trying to put these things to words. I experienced some great music, I’ll leave it at that.

I’ve been traveling with Viviane for the last month. She was actually the first person that I spoke to upon arriving to my hostel in Jakarta. We figured that we had roughly the same open-ended plan to see the island, so we teamed up. She’s spent about five years traveling in her life, mostly in India, Nepal and Malaysia. She’s almost dogmatically against traveling like a tourist, so my time in this country has been even more drastically different from anything I’ve experienced at home or in my other travels. We’ve been taking motorbikes to avoid tours, navigating public transportation, haggling for local prices, eating street food. We’ve been discovering hidden waterfalls on local recommendations, driving down roads that become rivers, saved by an off-duty tour guide, hiking volcanoes at midnight. We broke into a park to enjoy a sunset that we didn’t have to share, hid in a temple so we could stay for the sunset, happened upon an annual traditional dance festival with an active volcano as a backdrop. I could go on…

It’s funny to think about how much my perspective has changed over the last month. Initially, I was worried that a month might be too long, maybe it was irresponsible for me to travel instead of doing something to further my “career.” Sure, investing in your future is important, but all of those concerns pretty much vanished within a week or so of my being here. It’s hard to take your worries seriously when you see people with real problems. One of our Grab drivers (Indo Uber) ran out of gas during the 10 minute drive from the bus station to our hostel. He didn’t speak a word of English, but you could feel the stress in his voice as he had to pay someone to bring him a plastic bag full of gasoline, barely enough to finish the trip. Those are seriously tight margins. I gave him a little extra money, which was about double what we paid for the ride itself, but only amounted to a couple US dollars. Yesterday, I went to an exorbitantly expensive restaurant by Indonesian standards (I spent $19 on the entire meal + dessert, which is 10x local prices), and spoke to one of the waiters, Afi. He told me that he earns ~$200 per month, which he uses to support his wife and three daughters. He commutes 2 hours each way to work, 6 days per week, and sleeps 4-5 hours each night. He used to make almost triple that, but apparently 41 is old by Indonesian waitstaff standards. Here I am spending multiple days of his salary on a meal, and he’s nervously apologizing for his English skills, which he taught himself from a cassette.

One of the most striking contrasts between US, particularly New England, and Indonesian culture, is the general warmth that you feel from most of the people you come across. Overwhelmingly, people are just happy to see you, happy to share their language and quick to help in whatever way they can. The cities here feel alive in a way that’s difficult to describe. The people have so little by US standards, but seem to live much more connected, seemingly happier, lives than what I’ve seen at home.

During the first motorbike taxi that I took, the driver asked me if I “wanted a girl.” I didn’t understand what he said at first and brushed it off, but he was insistent on getting an answer. So, as he’s navigating the chaotic streets of Jakarta on a motorbike (which is quite jarring if you’re used to Western traffic), he types his question into google translate. I laughed it off, but since then I’ve gained more of an appreciation for the extent of sex trafficking in this part of the world, as well as in the West. Vivi is a psychologist and has worked closely with victims of sex trafficking, both professionally and in her travels. She told me that in India she once bought a 12-year-old girl for $200, having to pay double what she was going to be sold for into sex slavery. Again, it’s difficult to take your problems seriously when you see people with real problems.

All of my previous travels pale in comparison to my experience so far in Indonesia. Europe was great, fantastic even, but the West is the West. Indonesia, and the way I’ve been seeing it so far, in no small part thanks to Vivi, has provided an extreme contrast to the life I’m used to. It’s quite humbling, realizing how small your life really is, how small you really are.

It’s refreshing to be around people that I can relate to in a way that I can’t back home. So many people, upon finding out about my plans, just asked me “why.” It’s sad really, the lack of curiosity. If you can’t understand why someone would want to see the other side of the world, I can’t explain it to you. It’s too bad that it seems like I have to go halfway across the world to find people who get it.

Maybe I’m not the problem, maybe everyone else is. :)

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A Taste of Tradition: Punjabi Grill serves the finest Indian cuisine in Bali

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A TALE OF TWO BOARDS AND ONE WAVE

This is not a design article or surf trip story, but rather a combination of words that came to me after a recent trip overseas.

After 6 weeks of traveling throughout Europe and no surfing apart from a few 6” body surfing waves in the Mediterranean Sea off Italy, we arrived in Bali. I didn’t have any boards with me, but I had an old favorite stashed at my good friend, Captain Peter Fletcher’s house near Canggu.

Peter passed away nearly a year to the day that Karen and I arrived in Bali. His wife, Lia, graciously let me get my old board and also one that I had shaped for Peter a couple of years ago.

Packing up the boards to go to G-Land, it really hit me how lucky we are to be able to still go surfing even as getting older limits our options and the surf is getting more crowded all the time. Peter and I had made tentative plans last year to meet up in G-Land late season last year, but his sudden illness and passing put an end to that.

As it was, Peter’s board was the exact same dimensions as mine but a completely different shape and volume. Mine was a 6ft, 4 fin swallow fish tail and basically the same board that I have been taking to G-Land and Indo for years - tried and proven. Peter’s was a 6ft tri-fin arrow pin tail but more voluminous even though the same length, width, and thickness.

Anyway, arriving in G-Land after 6 weeks of no surfing and enjoying the food and drink of Europe, the waves were 6 to 8ft and pretty good. I surfed my trusty fishtail the first day and felt back at home on it, even though pretty unfit surfways.

The next day started off a bit smaller, so I took the pintail out to the top of the reef where the waves had more face and walls so as to get a feel for it. I could tell it had too much foam for me, but it did catch waves well, and I managed to jag a few nice long steep waves but not barrels. As the morning wore on, the swell came up, and after getting a long wave to the bottom end of the reef, I decided to sit with the crowd and try to get a real G-Land barrel.

I'm not particularly spiritual, but after waiting for a good hour, it seemed like I got a message to slowly drift out and sit next to a boil that started to appear just as the tide was dropping. After sitting there for about 15 minutes and simply enjoying the ambience of looking back to the jungle with the sun shining, wind blowing offshore, and swells rolling, I felt in a real happy place. Especially when there was no one sitting anywhere near me, and I caught a glimpse of what looked like the biggest set of the day on the way.

All it took was to sit tight and wait for it – a big perfect set wave aimed straight for me. Everyone else was either too deep inside or too far away to get out to me. The accompanying video shows what happened, and this is where the "One Wave, Two Boards" headline is associated. Pete’s board was so different from mine, but it still handled the wave no problem, except for when my knee slipped off halfway through the ride. Probably because of the extra volume and different fin location and set-up, I was not quite at home on the board but trusted it to make it to the other end. As can be seen, it was a bit of a rodeo ride!

As I turned off the wave, I again thought how lucky I was to be surfing and how we should not dwell on the negatives of crowded surf spots, onshore, wrong tides, flat spells, etc., but rather be appreciative of the gift that surfing is.

In my head, I said, "Thanks, Captain Pete," for the wave as I reckon it was him who guided me into it. And I dedicated the buzz I got from that ride to him.

RIP old friend Captain Peter - I'm sure you are sailing fair seas somewhere.

Words & Surfing: David Parkes

[late-to-the-magnus-archives]

Corrupted, chapter 25: FLESH. A Malevolent x TMA crossover

To quote Jonny Sims, there's a lot going on here.

Tim's got enough on his plate, but his story is clearing bisecting a lot of others. What does this Michael want? What is Dahl's problem? Are those trees going to move?

At least they're finally in reach of a body for Hastur, and Tim did promise. Fulfilling that can't be a bad move. Can it?

Corrupted, chapter 25: FLESH. A Malevolent x TMA crossover staring Tim Stoker and the King in Yellow.

AO3

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Jon is… not the most physically fit of individuals. It is possible he’s never rowed in his life. Tim has decided not to comment on all the puffing and moaning, as that would be cruel on top of everything else that’s happened today. It’s just another thing to go on the list.

For Tim, it’s been list time since they saw the island. They’re helpful, lists; keep things in order, on track, and prioritized, which otherwise would be lost or befuddled in the midst of mayhem and madness.

Item the first: this had not gone according to anyone’s plan, at least ostensibly. Jon was, they said, supposed to be sacrificed, and Tim sent along, passage paid. Oops.

Item the second: they had absolutely no idea where they were, but it was far too cold to be the North Sea—cold enough that this island with weird palm trees (also not right for the North Sea) made no sense.

Item the third: who had knocked on Tim’s door? If that someone hadn’t knocked, it all would have gone down as planned, and he wouldn’t have known anything happened. Oh; but then there would not have been a several week journey north, not at all, because Tim would have realized Jon was gone, lost his shit, and burned the ship with such heat that the bodies would be unsuitable for fish food.

Instead, someone had knocked, setting off the series of events that ensured Tim and Jon went together. Together, to… wherever this was.

At last, they pull the little life raft onto the shore, far enough up the icy, black-stone beach that they cross over to soft, silver sand. The air changes from frigid to funky at once, humid and hot, as if they literally took a single step into another world. Tim sits down at once, giving into exhaustion with a will. “I don’t think I’ve ever been this sore.”

Jon stares past him into the thick, strange jungle. “Me, neither,” he says, but it sounds perfunctory, like maybe he isn’t aware of the blisters on his hands right now, or the slight tremor in his entire scrawny form.

Tim eyes him. “Hey. Maybe sit down before you fall down, yeah? Not that I’m not convinced of your Herculean powers, but we’ve got nowhere to be, and whatever this is, I think we should be at our best.”

Jon’s face is a journey. “I know you’re right,” he says. “But I’m so desperate to know what in blazes this is and how it got here.”

“It’s not going anywhere.” Tim pats the sand next to him. “Don’t make me wield the oar at you in some ill-planned attempt to make you rest.”

Jon scoffs at him, but sits. It takes him a moment to do so without simply falling over.

“Now, aren’t you glad you didn’t go traipsing into the wild unknown?” says Tim.

“I suppose,” Jon drawls, and rests his forehead on his knees.

This… this doesn’t feel as it should, says Hastur.

“No, really?” says Tim. “Which part tipped you off? The ice floes or the abrupt transformation to Bali?”

“It’s not Bali,” Jon mutters pedantically into his knees. “Those are walking palms. Socratea exorrhiza. Endemic to South America, known for the urban legend that they ‘walk’ via those roots in search of sunlight, up to three centimeters a day. Complete bunkum, of course.”

Well, if that didn’t sound like some Fear-god shit, Tim’s head is an apple. He peers over his shoulder, adrenaline souring his mouth. They didn’t appear to be walking yet. “Three centimeters a day, you say?’

“They don’t,” says Jon. “It’s been heartily disproven, just shared by opportunistic tour guides and idiots online for clout.”

Tim swears he can feel those roots reaching for him already, digging into his back. “I don’t suppose you know where we are? Is this South America?”

“No,” Jon groans. "The sand is wrong."

No, says Hastur. And I should… Tim! We’re not alone!

Tim springs to his feet.

Down the shore, on the edge of the tree line, the shape of a man lying flat on the sand is easy to miss. He’s not moving; the weird dappling shadows from these trees hides him (and surely the palm trees in question aren't usually shaped like that, roots curving, branches asymmetrical, fronds somehow sharp, like a giant preying mantis).

“Shit!” Tim says, and scrambles up.

Be careful!

“What?” says Jon, finally looking away from the trees. “Where are you going? Hey!” he rolls over, staggers raggedly to his feet, and follows and by the time he gets there, the secret is already revealed.

Tim stares at the man at his feet. “It’s that guy. The one who came to get us at my uncle’s.”

Jon stares, too. “Tadeas Dahl?”

Tim toes him.

Dahl lies still, breathing, eyes closed. He’s bruised; it doesn’t look like he made contact with fists, exactly, but something with pointy corners and splinters.

Jon kneels and checks for a pulse at his throat.

“Well?” says Tim.

“I have no idea what I’m doing,” Jon says, blushing darker and pulling his hand away.

Check him for weapons.

“Right,” says Tim, who hates that this is a good suggestion, but knows he must. “Learning new skills every day,” he says, rummaging awkwardly through this man’s salt-soaked clothes. “Never thought I’d add looting the unconscious to my resume.”

One never knows when such things might come in handy, after all, says Hastur in a shaky tone.

“Sure, but maybe tone down the sexiness while I'm riffling a body, yeah?” Tim teases in return, just as shaky.

Jon missed all such hints. “Why is he here?”

“Not a clue. Maybe if he wakes, he can tell us.”

Jon looks into the woods. He swallows. “I need to see what’s in there.”

Tim is beginning to understand the need to do things—to respond to hunger so natural that one cannot distinguish it from one’s own. He knows he wanted to burn Lukas' ship. The Desolation made it worse, but the anger is all his. It is a sobering thought. “Can you hold off?”

Jon shivers. “For now.”

“Let’s… maybe not break anything, but grab some fallen leaves and shit and start a fire, yeah?”

“Yeah,” says Jon hesitantly. “If we can gather enough to burn.”

Tim does not say and assuming the trees don’t decide to come after us because that’s just asking for trouble. "Hang out here. I'll bring something back."

I’ll keep an eye on the trees. Don’t worry.

“You can only see what I can see, mate,” says Tim.

I meant setting up perimeter spells.

Tim blinks. “We can do that?”

We can. And happily, the worst case is you overpower them, and we are alerted to every bug and shadow.

“Not great for sleeping, if we’re going to do that, but I see your point,” says Tim. “We'll set them up when I get back. All right. Jon, stay with the guy, okay?”

“Okay.” Jon is all eyes, and looks like he feels very small.

Tim puts his hand on Jon’s shoulder. “You’ll be all right. If he stirs, shout. We’re just going there. Not far. All right?”

Jon gulps. “All right.”

“Girding loins, etcetera, etcetera,” says Tim, and nervously approaches the tree line.

#

One would think palm trees grew closer to the ocean than this. He’s seen pictures, though not like these; these ones begin in a sharp row as if they’d been planted. (Or, his brain supplies, as if they’re soldiers mustered and waiting for orders.) “I’m not doing so well at the not-freaking-myself-out portion of our operation,” Tim murmurs.

Tim… even if those things turn out to be literal monsters that can tromp after us, you have so much power that you could blow the whole lot to smithereens. I am not concerned for our safety in that sense.

“Can’t tell if that’s reassuring or not, if I’m honest,” says Tim, inching closer. So far, none of the palms have moved. None he sees, anyway. Gods, they’re freaky things, main trunks bent over like old men, numerous roots or branches or something digging into the ground at angles like too many legs. “Whoever designed these things needs their head checked,” he says.

Or their hearts. Fear is never rational.

“I wouldn’t say never,” says Tim, crouching so as to put as little of himself as possible under the auspice of those weird shadows. “It’s often very rational.”

Hmph.

“Eloquent.”

I have better things I want to do with my tongue.

Tim pauses. That’s distraction-flirting, or he’s a Yorkshire pudding. “I’m scared, too. It’s okay to be scared.”

Hastur sputters denial like an overfilled kettle.

“Hey. I mean it. I hardly mind the flirting—it’s my native tongue, after all—but I learned a while ago it doesn’t really substitute for communication, do you feel me?”

Hmph.

Tim laughs this time. “Good job on the using-your-words portion of the convo.”

I don’t need to be psychoanalyzed. It would hardly do you any good, anyway. I’m alien to you, inhuman. A being beyond psychological—

Tim puts the tip of Hastur’s index finger into his mouth and sucks.

Hastur inhales and goes silent.

“Sure. Totally different,” says Tim. “I just tasted salt water and whatever this undergrowth is to prove you're not, because I’m quite sure I know what you’re thinking right now, so I think I win.”

For fuck’s… you… that was so filthy!

“It was fine, Hastur,” says Tim. “I mean, it’s not like we have fresh water here, anyway. You’re going to have to get used to it.”

Hastur stills. You’re right. We will need to conjure it.

“That’s a thing I need to be careful with, yeah? Last thing I need to do is wash us off the spooky island and back into the frozen sea.”

Maybe. It’s certainly something to keep in mind as a last resort.

“Don’t think you made me forget what we were just talking about, by the way,” says Tim. “We—”

“Hello!” says a bright male voice, positively chirping.

Tim spins.

Utterly incongruous, a man stands there in the shade of the jungle. His hair is long, curly, and frames a smile that somehow leaves Tim in doubt as to just how many teeth there are. The guy is at least six and a half feet tall, wearing sneakers, jeans, and a button-down shirt designed in vertical, yellowish patterns that should be symmetrical but just… aren’t… quite.

Tim stares. “Uh. Hello?”

“Care for some flowers?” says the weirdo, and holds up a small bouquet of lilies. “Picked them up to play with someone else, but then I didn’t really know what to do with them anymore.”

Tim. Hastur’s tone is even, careful, measured. That is not a human being.

Blondie laughs, throwing his head back (and the number of teeth has definitely changed). The sound is terrible. It bounces around Tim’s skull, making him wince, feeling like the morning after a bender and struggling to get out of bed. “You! Calling out one such as me! Hilarious!”

Tim doesn’t want to take a step back. He wants to stay brave in the face of this, courageous and sure, but being near this thing is… dizzying. After a moment, he realizes one of the reasons why: the sunlight patterns and shadows this thing casts do not at all match his surroundings.

Tim steps back. “So. You’re the, uh. Game glitch avatar, is it?”

The thing laughs again. His eyes—which were blue, maybe, maybe—have become spirals, swirling like some attempt at cartoon hypnosis, but all it gives Tim is nausea.

He steps back again. “Right. Um. Nice to meet you. Keep your flowers. I, uh. Can’t really eat them, which is about the only interest I’d currently have, so.”

“Here, we’d been concerned as to your arrival,” says the guy, unmoving (except he’s closer than he was, isn’t he? Or maybe Tim is misremembering), and grins again. There’s something green stuck in his teeth this time. “An avatar of the Desolation, here? In our place of ritual? Oh, no no, that isn’t allowed. You know we don’t poach, people or places or ponies all. But then we realized you were the one we waited for.”

He’s closer. He’s definitely closer.

Weirdly enough, that isn’t what upsets Tim in the moment. “I’m not a bloody avatar.”

The being tilts his head; his hair moves wrong as it slides across his shoulders, dangling not quite straight down to his left. “No?”

“No.” Tim swallows, clenching his fists and wondering if magic would work on this thing.

“Twisting of truth is my bread and butter,” says the being, who is suddenly so close that if Tim leaned forward just as little, he could bite the guy’s nose.

(Was he always that close? Tim can’t remember. It suddenly seems like his thoughts are being overwritten, left double-exposed and uncertain.)

Okay, this is enough weirdness for today. “I,” Tim says, “am going back to the beach where my pet nerd and our uncouth prisoner await. You, I suggest, stay here in your… ritual forest. Whatever that’s about. We want nothing to do with it, all right? This was an accident. The boat. We aren’t here on purpose, if you pick up what I’m laying down. Yeah?”

“Oh, it’s far too late for that,” says the being. "Besides: you were expected."

Well, shit, thinks Tim, because that means dealing with a spiral-haired weirdo is next on his list. “Oh,” he says. “Ah,” he adds. “Well, let me, uh. Go. Get that fire started, so we can be warm, you know, human bodies and all, and then we can have a real heart to heart, you know, get it all out on the table?”

Another head-tilt in the other direction (or… maybe the same direction). “An official request?”

Tim has no idea what that means. “Sure?”

And another smile, brilliant, this time with teeth that seem to be studded with diamonds. “Knock yourself out.”

Tim backs away.

The guy doesn’t move.

Tim turns around.

The guy is right in front of him.

Tim yips a yip he wishes he had not yipped, and is fairly sure a few dignity-points have been tragically lost.

“One thing,” says the being. “To be here in company of Eye and Lonely is… curious? Unplanned for, at the least.”

“That’s me,” Tim blurts. “Curious!”

“No, I think that’s him,” says the guy, pointing back at Jon, which is when Tim realizes his hands are… long.

Really long.

Those fingers are like horrible spider-nightmares, unevenly jointed, graceful and alien and pointed like knives.

Tim makes one low sound in his throat.

“How very curious, indeed!” says the guy, and laughs.

That laugh. Tim winces, reaches up to press both sides of his head as if his brain were trying to escape—and in one momentary, teary blink, the guy vanishes.

“Oh, what the fuck,” Tim moans.

That… that was…

“A hell of a guy at parties, no doubt,” Tim mutters, and staggers back toward Jon, stumbles, and stops. “The… the grade of the beach is… different? Than it was?”

No, says Hastur quietly, almost gently, which is just a little bit terrifying. This is how it was.

“Ah. Ah-ah. Ha ha! My memory of it’s fucked then,” Tim says so cheerily he feels like he could take off into the clouds like an out-of-control helicopter.

Oh, Tim… it’s all right. I’ve got you. Your equilibrium is slightly off, but you’ll be fine. Take it slowly.

“Thanks, I guess,” Tim mutters, and trips his way back toward Jon.

#

Tadeas Dahl has woken up, sat up, and looks like absolute hell.

The bruises and marks on his exposed skin are rough and scraped, confirming Tim’s thought that he may have had an “accident” on some crates. Dahl’s gaze immediately locked onto him.

They’d made a little fire pit.

Tim remembers he was supposed to bring branches or something. “Oops,” he says, and flops beside them.

“Where’s the tinder?” says Jon.

“In the app store,” says Tim, and proceeds to laugh like a loon.

“Wh… what?” says Jon, staring.

“It is the result of his encounter,” Dahl ground out like the seaworthiest seaman who ever sailed the seas. “Give him time. He will recover.” His focus stayed on the fire pit, however, which he considered grimly. Moving stiffly, he shrugs out of his heavy peacoat, tears off one arm, and dropped it in the center. “That’ll light,” he says like grinding rocks.

“Um,” Jon says. “Maybe, but it won’t stay lit.”

“He can keep it lit.” Dahl does not move. Does not look up.

Jon looks at Tim, anyway.

This is news to Tim. “I can?”

“Yes. You need nothing to burn in order to blaze.” Dahl says this staring at where the fire ought to be, seated cross-legged, his face craggy and dirty and grim.

“Huh,” says Tim.

“No,” says Jon, drawing the word out.

Tim is not going to try—he knows better—but Jon is too much fun to tease, and he holds his hand over the spot in question. “So… you’re saying that with a little bit of willpower…”

“Tim, no,” Jon says in the exact tone one might use to chide a cat.

Don’t laugh, don’t laugh, don’t laugh, Tim thinks, and flexes his fingers. “Just a little bit of will…”

“Tim!” Jon says, all stern, and Tim loses it.

“Sorry, sorry!” he says, laughing. “Sorry! I won’t do it, don’t worry. Got no desire to burn us to death on an impossible island in the middle of the ocean, yeah?”

“That’s too bad,” says the weird curly-haired new guy from the woods. (Who had been there? Or just sat down? Or was already there when Tim arrived? Or—)

Jon yips like a trod-upon goose and scrambles backwards, kicking sand, so Tim takes that as a no.

The guy smiles at all of them, appearing perfectly human if weirdly tall, and then winks at Dahl. “Parties are fun!”

Dahl doesn’t answer.

“Are we having a party?” says Tim, leaning away, telling himself not to run because that brings the predators out of the shadows.

And the guy looks right at him, only… not at him, not at all, but the one who hides inside. “That depends on our guest of honor, doesn’t it?”

“Wh… wha… what is… wha…” Jon pants, staring at the guy like he’s never seen a person before.

Who, almost predictably, turns his head around fully like some wig-wearing owl to grin at Jon.

Jon makes a sound. It is not a good sound. It is the sound, perhaps, a bird might make when beginning to drown.

Tim redirects. “Mind explaining that, friend?”

The head swivels back around. “Oh… I’m not your friend. That would require personhood, which I distinctly lack. If you want to call me anything, you may use Michael.”

“May use? Not your name, then? We going with pseudonyms?”

“It is a real name,” says Michael whoever.

“Spiral,” Dahl grinds out, as if the act of speaking is costing him in blood. “Stop fucking talking to it.”

Michael laughs and waggles too-long hands in Dahl’s direction.

“It’s his island,” Jon says, barely audible.

Tim swallows. “What?”

Jon shakes like a wet puppy. “His. It’s all his. Twisted like… like he is. It’s his.”

Michael curls forward, propping his chin on his abruptly normal hands. “His. Ownership is such a silly concept; it requires a degree of identity I can’t ever retain. Let’s call it an interesting location.”

“Should, uh, we go?” says Tim. “Are you telling us to go?”

“You behave as though we didn’t have an appointment already arranged. Are you confused?” Michael’s eyes have gone twisted again, swirling like endless sinkholes. “That would be lovely.”

You, says Hastur suddenly. You have the god-flesh?

“Do I?” says Michael.

“Wait. This is Sannikov Land? Near the Arctic fucking circle?” says Tim.

“It was. Perhaps it is again?” says Michael.

“So I didn’t fucking conjure it by hoping for warmth! Ha!” Tim says, and laughs with relief, running his hand through his hair.

Dahl looks at him. Peers.

“What an interesting thought,” says Michael. “Does what you wish for usually appear? That strikes me as terribly helpful, or possibly terribly inconvenient, depending on whose side of things receives.”

Distortion, Hastur abruptly snarls. I need that flesh.

“Easy, there,” Tim murmurs, because this situation is pretty fucked up.

Where is it? Where?

Michael laughs. Just laughs, and the experience is like being knocked on the head with a hammer. Tim gasps and covers his ears. Jon keels over, eyes rolling back.

Dahl stares at Michael hard, very hard, so very hard, and yet the act of his focus seems to be dimming things, as if he’s summoned a fog from the impossibly cold sea.

Before Tim has a chance to so much as shout, he’s alone.

#

He leaps to his feet. He can see no one; no silhouettes, no shadows. “Jon!” he shouts. His voice goes nowhere, as if swallowed. “Hastur?”

I’m here. Hastur sounds breathless. I’m here. Fuck. It tried to take me.

“To… to what? What tried to what?” says Tim, taking a step back into nothing, away from nothing. He can see nothing, not even his feet, not even his hands if he holds his arms out. “Shit,” he mutters.

It’s all right. I know what happened, and I think… I think we are going to be given a dreadful rescue.

“What?” says Tim. “Jon! Jon!”

Wherever he is, Tim, he can’t hear you. Can’t you feel where we are?

Oh. Oh, Tim can feel it. Distant. Separated. Abandoned. Forever wandering, never seeing a beloved face, never even having a real conversation. Never connecting.

Yes. He knows where they are. “The Lonely is a fucking place.” And he trips over something behind him and goes down hard.

Tim!

“What in hell… oh, gods.” It’s a tombstone. Weather has eased its markings, or maybe they were never there, and it’s only age-pitted evidence that an unknown body lies there.

Abandoned even in death. It is the loneliest fucking thing Tim has ever seen. He’s frozen.

Tim. You’re all right. I’m with you.

He’s not alone. “It tried to take you?”

It did. It couldn’t. Hastur sounds confused over that, torn, as if he’s not sure if it’s good or bad. I don’t know why not. Even if you’d had Jon in your arms, you would have lost him.

Tim can’t stop staring at the anonymous stone. “It’s your spell, and you don’t know how it works?”

Not here. We are not in a place, Tim. We are inside a being, feeding off our fear and agony. I don’t care to give it too long to figure out if it can pry us loose.

“Rescue, you said? And what the fuck was Dahl doing?”

I believe he panicked.

And then from directly behind them comes Michael’s voice: “He did! Ah, well. Not everyone can be… level-headed.” And that laugh bounces out, sharp angles in soft mist, a knife through angel food cake, and Tim spins toward it with his hands in fists as though to knock it out of the air and discovers, instead of Michael, a yellow door.

It’s just sitting there, solid as you please, its frame and knob both black.

Our rescue, says Hastur.

“What,” Tim states, and walks around it. Of course, there’s nothing on the other side.

Dahl summoned his god, but we are in a place of non-existence. The Spiral—with whom our illustrious boss Bouchard has made whatever deal—intends to follow through.

“Or betray us in a spectacular manner,” says Tim.

Maybe. It’s better than this. We need to get out of this.

Tim shivers. “What happens if it pries you free?”

I… don’t know.

“Do you die?”

I don’t know, Tim.

What an absolutely insane day. “You know, six hours ago, we were on a boat and being betrayed by the last guy Bouchard did a deal with.”

To be fair, it’s Jon he betrayed, not us.

But something still nags at Tim. Some instinct, though he isn’t sure what it’s leading him toward. “I don’t think it’s that cut and dried.”

Oh?

He can’t place it. He doesn’t know enough. “I don’t think he assumed it would go according to plan, that’s all.”

All right. I’m not sure what that has to do with this.

“Won’t surprise me if there’s a few more layers of dastardly scheming going on here, is all I’m saying,” Tim says, reaching for the black doorknob. “So if we end up tied to some train tracks or something, don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

Hastur’s tone goes amused and warm. Given your power and lack of control, Tim, I’d say it would be far more beneficial to warn the train.

Tim scoffs. “Butter me up, why don’t you,” he says, and turns the handle.

Inside is an impossible hall. It’s got ugly yellow carpet with a black runner on top, weirdly smeary patterned wallpaper, and what might be gas lamps. Tim peers through the door. The hall goes left and right, utterly identical. There are no other doors.

“To hell with this day,” Tim mutters, and steps through.

It feels better than the Lonely, but also… bad? It doesn’t seem to be quite level, and Tim finds himself leaning. “Hello?”

Nothing.

He sighs. “Don’t suppose there are any straightforward monsters serving Fear gods?”

Yes. The Desolation tends to choose such followers.

“Oh.” Tim decides cursing a blue streak won’t help this situation. He goes left.

The hall stretches forever; somehow, the lights never seem to touch more than a few meters ahead, and perspective makes it feel like they’re walking into a darkened pinhole.

They’re not, though. Apparently, they’re not going anywhere. Tim keeps walking. “Hey.”

Yes?

“You got, uh. A little pushy about the god-flesh thing.”

Hastur growls. (Tim will never get used to that. It’s just not a sound people do, and he kind of digs it. A lot.) It is mine, by right, and they’re keeping it from me.

“Spiral,” says Tim. “I’m going to guess, all right? That Michael managed to make me doubt my own senses. It’s some sort of… madness fear?”

You were closer with your description. It is the fear of being unable to trust yourself. Your thoughts, opinions, what you perceive; whether, for example, you are eating food, or the flesh of your beloved pet. Truly terrible.

“Sounds like a fear of dementia,” Tim says, frowning.

Is it not a thing to fear?

“Well, it… to fear, yeah, but catastrophizing it might not be the—”

The floor drops away.

There was no warning. He was walking on strange, crunchy carpet, too stiff to be old, too worn to be new, and hating the way it sank under his shoes, when between one step at the next, it was gone.

Tim gasps as he falls, seeing nothing.

Shit!

And Tim does his best to will a landing that doesn’t hurt.

He… might have overdone it.

He hits bottom, and bounces off it like something out of a cartoon. Out of control, he ricochets off what might be a shelf judging by the sound of breaking glass, then wildly rolls (still bouncing) through what he thinks is a table and into a wall.

He’s completely unharmed, but oh hell, did he wreck the room. He blinks, adjusting to the darkness. It’s a room filled with…. things?

Wax figures, but not good ones; weird ones, leering at nothing. Strange books, piled and moldy, pages strewn around. More than one gleaming knife, reflecting light that isn’t there. A creepy pocket watch, dripping blood with every tick and dangling from a chandelier that has eyeballs instead of candles. What looks like a suit made of a person—if a person could simultaneously be a snake, like this being leaped straight out of 1950s sci-fi. A mirror that doesn’t quite follow Tim’s movements, reflection a split-second behind, angles a hair’s breadth off.

He stands. “The hell is this? The junk-shop of the gods?”

Michael’s laugh hurts down here as much as it does up above. “Do you want what you came for, Son of Anger, Child of Wrath?”

“I’m the child of Rob and Samantha Stoker, thank you very much,” Tim says more firmly than he feels, but he is overridden.

YES. And that, Hastur bellowed.

Michael appears (or maybe was already there, and Tim can’t remember). He doesn’t look human now; he’s all drawn out, attenuated, just close enough to expected proportions to make a viewer doubt the limb they just looked at, and his smile hovers in front of his face, detached. “Then payment will come first.” He raises one hand, and between his two-long fingers is some sort of paper.

Tim stares. “A contract?”

Michael laughs (and Tim winces). “No, no, no! This is the payment. Burn it. Burn it all. Burn it so completely it is never seen again, it is forgotten, it is removed from history like sinew torn from flesh, like memory unrecorded, like family secrets and truths learned while drunk. Burn it until it is gone.”

Tim shivers. Shudders. Swallows around his suddenly dry tongue. He wants to burn it so badly. “This, uh. This is what Elias promised you, eh?”

“Elias.” Michael’s smile is real this time, and Tim isn’t sure how he knows that, but it is a terrible thing. “Yes. Elias promised. And then you will have your prize.”

“What we came for,” says Tim. “Exactly what we think it is, not some trick.”

“‘We?’” says Michael. “Certainly.”

Hastur, Tim thinks. Please tell me you’re not pulling some scheme here.

No. We are one in this.

They’d better be. “What is it I’ll be burning?” says Tim.

“A record,” says Michael, still holding it out.

Tim takes it. It’s a birth certificate for someone named Gerard LaVey Keay, born 1981. “Okay,” he says. “And who’s this unlucky fellow?”

“Oh,” said Michael. “What is a ‘who,’ anyway?”

“Riiiiight,” says Tim. “What’s it going to do to him? In plain English, if you can?”

“Well, he’s already dead,” says Michael, and laughs like broken glass.

Tim grunts. “The fuck are we burning it for, then?”

And the smile melts. The Michael melts. The human guise vanishes, disappears completely, leaving a creature of long, staticy shadow and knife-sharp limbs. “Freedom,” whispers whatever Michael truly is.

Tim. I need this.

“Some rando could be harmed in the making of this one, Hastur.”

I. Need. This. And you promised you would help me. That eagerness is there again, that almost violent push he’d shown on the beach.

Tim stares at the birth certificate. “Already dead.”

“Oh, yes,” says unsmiling Michael, at whom Tim cannot look for more than a moment.

“Not free, though. Trapped?”

“In a book. Undignified and painful,” says Michael.

Oh. Oh, shit.

Tim. Please.

How incredibly poetic. Tim sighs. “Guess the old conscience can take one more for the team." And he wills the certificate to burn.

Just this. But so thoroughly that no copies of it remain, so thoroughly that its existence melts from the minds of those who have seen it, so thoroughly that he feels a dozen little spark-points lighting and extinguishing themselves even in computer systems throughout the U.K.

And he wills it not to spread with all his might, though too much of him wants it to consume.

Not today, Satan, he thinks at himself, at the Desolation, at the anger that simmers in him like a tar-trap in his soul. Not today.

The paper in his hand is ash. There aren’t even fragments for some aspiring forensics examiner to examine under a microscope. He rubs his hand on his trousers.

“Yesssss,” hisses Michael, and disappears, staticy limbs briefly crackling, and Tim’s hair goes on end as he is zapped.

“Ow!”

Oh, Tim… breathes Hastur.

In Michael’s place is a weird glass tube, standing on its end. It’s long, just wide enough that Tim might struggle to hold it with both hands, sealed at either end with a black metal cap, and containing a surging, steaming, bubbling mass of almost-liquid flesh.

“Oh, gross!” Tim says.

Oh, Tim, Hastur breathes again. It’s beautiful.

A weird creak startles them. Tim eyes the walls. “They’re… closer than they were.”

Shit. Pick it up. We need to get out of here.

Tim does, needing two hands after all, and it is cold, and the whole thing jerks in his grip as if trying to get loose, and—“Uh. How?” No door. No stairs. No exits. Even the hole in the ceiling is gone.

Another creak. The walls are definitely closer, shelves trembling, items rocking back and forth.

Tim!

Tim spins. He could portal, But could he portal to Jon?  What if he ends up in the ocean again? Or the desert? Or on the moon?

Another creak. More items rocking together, their quiet, fading sounds a warning.

And the glass tube he’s holding is not behaving well. Whatever is in there surges, bubbling, growing very cold. Tim hisses an inhale, putting it quickly down.

No!

“I can’t hold the damn thing!”

Another creak. Tim looks up. He saw nothing move, but suddenly, there is almost no room left. The table is nearly on top of him. The shelves are so close he could reach them all by stretching out his arms. Above, a single merry-go-round music box overbalances and falls, smashing to the floor in pieces.

Open the glass!

Portal. He has to portal. He can’t leave Jon up there alone and has to get it right. “Just a second!"

Just break the damn thing!

Fuck it, what do they have to lose? Tim kicks it over.

It shatters. Gluey flesh slides out, organ-like, as if it’s all made of half-melted kidneys.

Portal to the beach, he thinks, nauseated, trying to imagine a neat and well-behaved space right next to their little fire-pit, not sucking in air or swallowing ocean or doing anything insane like dumping this entire room on Jon’s head. Portal to the beach, he thinks, gathering his will, trying to make it small, trying to make it controlled, trying to ensure this doesn’t go as horribly wrong as it might—

The flesh climbs up his leg.

Tim shouts, leaping backwards, doing a one-footed dance and kicking as hard as he can, but it does not leave. Ice-cold, gripping, it slides up his thigh so fast he can’t even swear before its cold, cold self steals his breath away.

In a blink, it’s slid under his clothes and all the way up and covered his face.

Hastur!

Don’t breath! Hold on! Hold on!

Another creak, which Tim can’t now see, and he’s shoved roughly forward by the spine-bruising shelves, and pressed painfully into the thigh-high table, and he’s trapped, and is about to portal fucking anywhere, except would that bring this cold shit with him, and is that safe, would it stay behind, is it like The Blob, would it eat anyone he introduced it to, is about to damn the world by escaping—

There is a snap in his head. A ripping feeling behind his eye. A terrible, nose-bleeding, sharp-fuck pain somewhere in his brain and down his spinal.

Stroke? he thinks, and then he’s punched.

No, not punched. Something heavy slammed into his stomach, pushing out all his air, and it’s an arm, and the body holding him is large and male and just a little cold, startlingly cold, and he can suddenly breathe, gasping, but there is nothing to see, and they’re tumbling in darkness and whirling upside down and—

With a whoof, he lands flat on his back in the sand, close enough to Jon that Jon shouts, “Fuck!” as Dahl emits a single grunt of surprise.

And there is someone on top of Tim.

Someone he can see with both eyes. Someone who almost looks human, but not quite, not with that bone structure, that perfect night-dark skin, those irises like golden fucking polished rings. Someone grinning, long black hair falling down to frame both their faces.

Someone who is, without a doubt, the fucking hottest being Tim has ever seen in his life. Also, he is naked.

Tim can’t quite catch his breath. Half of that is falling through the void, and half of that is… “Hastur?” he says.

“Yes,” Hastur says, that tremendous voice outside his head, and Tim thinks dazedly that he had been right on his parents’ living room floor all those days ago: that voice feels hella nice vibrating through that chest.

“Uh,” says Jon. “Tim!”

The shock of cold, icy ocean makes Tim jump hard enough that he almost throws Hastur off (almost, but not quite, because that guy is solid). They both scramble to their feet.

Jon screams. Just screams, and points behind them, already up to his ankles in water.

So two things are happening here

So either the tide is really aggressive on Sannikov Land, or the island is fucking sinking. And also, the walking palms are living up to their name.

Absolutely silent and utterly alien, the trees are coming down, not like Ents, bent over and predatory, and Tim can’t help his own little scream as he sees them.

“The boat!” Jon cries.

Tim spins.

The boat is out to sea with Dahl in it, rowing away all by himself.

“Ha,” says Hastur. “I will—”

He never gets the chance.

The absolute outrage that grips Tim’s soul damn near does them all in. Light from him changes the shore, turns the gray sand gold, casts their forms in die-cut shadow. How fucking dare Dahl take the boat and leave them behind? They could portal out. They won’t now. That’s their damn boat. “You fucking thief!” Tim howls, and pulls.

Pulls what? He doesn’t know. But that boat suddenly comes reversing toward them, slamming backwards through the waves, and Dahl casts one wide-eyed startled look at them all before being knocked down into the boat as it rams into the shore stern-first.

“Get in!” Tim snarls.

Jon does at once, looking utterly spooked, like maybe he saw just however Tim did that pulling, judging by how pale he’s gone and the way he’s staring, and that fear feels good, and maybe it’s time to turn around and give those fucking trees a reason to walk themselves back to their spooky forest, and—

Hastur steps between them, filling Tim’s view, and places his hands (now horrifyingly cold, it seems) on Tim’s face. “You succeeded. We have to go. Let the anger fade.”

If he’d poured cold water down Tim’s shirt, it couldn’t have been more effective.

“Tim!” Jon’s calling. “Tim!”

Tim shakes himself. “What…”

Hastur takes his hand (not as cold now—cooler than his own, but not unpleasant) and drags him for the boat.

Tree-limbs, mantis-like, come down where they were, hard enough to leave divots in the sand.

“Oh my gods,” Tim says, finally seeing this clusterfuck for what it is.

Dahl is huddled in the bow, looking terrified.

“Come on!” Jon demands.

Hastur lifts Tim into the boat (holy fuck) and hops lightly after him.

Tim ignores the paddle. “Everybody hang on!” he says, and wills them to move.

The boat takes off as if rocket-powered, flying through the water at enough speed that it rises on either side of the bow like wings.

Hastur smiles. Raises his hand.

The ice floes ahead of them begin knocking aside before collision, wrenched as if by a giant hook to pull them off-stage. Tim has no idea why that was the image that came to mind, but it did, and he starts to laugh.

Behind them, a chorus of groaning wood rises to the sky like the trees are screaming, and they continue to wave, undulating on mantis-legs, until the island fully sinks beneath the waves and is gone.

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Notes:

So yeah, here's a walking palm.

Socratea exorrhiza, the walking tree in a jungle in Costa Rica. (GaiBru_Photo/Getty Images)

To quote some of the best characters in fiction: NOPE.

Also? Michael's shirt exists. This hideous thing discovered by TheGreatJellyfish on Reddit.

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Southeast Asian Cuisine: Culinary Delights

Let’s go on a journey through Southeast Asian Cuisine, where each dish tells a story of tradition and flavor. This guide unveils the culinary treasures of Vietnam, Thailand, Indonesia, and beyond. Southeast Asia serves hundreds of culinary delights for those wanting to try new foods and experience different tastes. Exploring the diverse cuisine in Southeast Asia allows people to better understand the history and people of the region. So, if you’re considering visiting the area any time soon, there are certain dishes you certainly will want to take advantage of! Let’s jump in and look at the highlights of some of the essential dishes in the region.

A Foodie’s Journey Through Southeast Asian Cuisine

Indonesia 

Indonesian cuisine is less famous than other regions like Thailand or China internationally (a situation the Economist attributes to varying factors like politics and prejudice). But there are incredible dishes using rich, flavorful ingredients and spices. An Indonesian staple is rice. It may be served steamed, slightly cooked, or wrapped in leaves. Other popular foods include soup, noodles, and dishes like Nasi Goreng and Rendang.

Rendang is a traditional Indonesian dish originating from Padang. It consists of tenderized beef marinated in coconut milk and traditional species. It certainly is a favorite among people visiting the region. Other notable mentions include satay lilit in Bali. This is a grilled minced meat dish seasoned with chili, lime, and lemongrass. Siomay, a street snack consisting of fish dumplings, sliced potatoes, cabbage, and tofu, topped with a tasty peanut sauce is also great.

The Philippines

Filipino cuisine is more like a fusion of various cultures and influences from Malay, China, and Spain. Some of the more popular choices for those visiting the region include Lechon (roast pig), a staple in Cebu. Don’t miss out on chicken inasal (a charcoal-grilled chicken dish). If you have the chance, enjoy the authentic version in Bacolod. Other tasty meals include adobo (which is marinated meat), and morcon (made from beef, poor, sausages, onions and eggs).

If you’re visiting Davao, take advantage of the opportunities to try durian. There’s also numerous varieties of durian fruit (consisting of candies, cake, flavored coffee, and more). If you are looking for a new taste sensation, the Philippines is definitely the right choice for you.

Southeast Asian Cuisine – Thailand 

The history of Thai food interweaves ingredients and cooking methods from various cultures. The result is a culinary experience that attracts people from around the world. If you’re looking to participate in it, Thai street food is a perfect choice. While visiting, definitely don’t miss out on the roadside stalls where you can try out some delicious options like moo ping (grilled pork), tom yum goong (hot and sour shrimp), Khao man gai (chicken and rice), Khao niao mamuang (sticky rice), grilled skewers and Pad Thai. Head out early in the morning if you want a comforting bowl of jok, a rice porridge featuring pork topped with ginger and onions. Street food allows for a truly immersive experience for those visiting Thailand and wanting to get a unique taste of their culture. 

If you want to explore Thailand, remember that each city and region features something unique. In Chiang Mai, stop and enjoy Khao Soi, a curry soup made with coconut milk served over egg noodles and topped with layered crispy fried noodles. Heading to Northeastern Thailand? Try Som Tam, a mash of tasty vegetables, Larb, and Nam Toke, and salads of meat, rice, lime, and fish sauce. Staying in the central region of Thailand? Well, many describe Bangkok as a “”food lover’s paradise, ” so don’t miss out on everything the city has to offer. If you’re heading South to the beautiful islands, try Sataw (prawns with a unique flavor), Massaman curry, or Khua Kling.

Vietnam

Southeast Asian Cuisine and Vietnam! If you’re traveling in Vietnam, you’ll encounter a range of dishes and flavors that change from North to South. Those in Sagon enjoy bánh xèo (crispy pancakes) rolled with greens and dipped in sweet-and-sour fish sauce, while Hai An Cao Lau noodles are a popular snack. Don’t miss out on the fantastic street food options like banh mi (a sandwich featuring pickled vegetables, fresh cilantro, pork belly, pork floss, and cucumber) or pho (featuring flat rice noodles with beef or chicken cooked in a hearty stock, spiced with clove, and cinnamon and anise). 

Bánh Xèo, emerging from the Mekong Delta and popular in south and central Vietnam, features a batter made from coconut milk and rice. The filling contains pork, bean sprouts, and shrimp. If you still have room, try Che, a dessert sometimes served hot or cold and topped with fruits like bananas and longan. The unique combination of sauces, herbs, and spices creates a memorable experience that captures Vietnamese cuisine.

Singapore

We have to talk about Singapore if we are talking about Southeast Asian Cuisine. Singapore’s cuisine combines influences from China, Malay, and India. Some staples include Hainanese chicken rice and chili crab. Suppose you’re looking to check out some fine dining. In that case, several Michelin-star regional restaurants offer a promising taste sensation.

Laos

Laos’ amazing scenery and deep cultural legacy makes it a popular choice. The food is also worth trying out. Laotian cuisine is not as well known in the West. The dishes may seem simple, but it’s quite flavorful, frequently combining fermented pork and fish with chilies and fresh herbs (think mint, cilantro, makrut lime leaf, ginger, garlic, etc.).

Cambodia

When we talk about Southeast Asian Cuisine, we have to talk about Cambodia. The use of different herbs and spices, together with the addition of tropical fruits from the area, define the cuisine. The region’s most popular dishes include lok lak, a stir-fried beef dish; fish amok, which is fish made with banana leaves; and amok, a stew made with kroeung and fresh coconut milk. The cuisine of the area combines a variety of tastes, from spicy to sweet, to produce a flavor profile that is sure to please. You might want to try kangkep baob if you’re feeling more daring. It’s a frog that’s been roasted over hot coals packed with peanuts, chiles, pork, and different spices like garlic and lemongrass.

Southeast Asian Cuisine: A Feast for Foodies

Southeast Asian Cuisine is delicious. Whether you want to visit the numerous street vendors or immerse yourself in an exciting culinary experience by visiting a more upscale restaurant, you will be very content with Southeast Asian food. There are an infinite variety of flavors and dishes worth exploring. Hopefully, this article has pointed you toward some of the more popular ones you wouldn’t wouldn’t-would want to take advantage of. Also, please check my other article on Discovering the Wonders of Southeast Asia Travel: A Comprehensive Travel Guide.

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Tag 12. 15.07.2023

Danke Marieke! Heute fuhren wir zu zweit nach Nusa Penida. Marieke war vor kurzem in Bali und empfiehl den Ausflug auf Balis benachbarte Insel. Wir standen 05:30 Uhr auf, um pünktlich 06:00 Uhr mit dem Moped-Taxi nach Sanur zu fahren, also einmal komplett vom Westen in den Osten Balis. Die Mopedfahrer fahren äußerst chaotisch durch die engen Straßen dafür aber konzentriert und sicher. Die Kombination ergibt zwar keinen Sinn, sie funktioniert nichtsdestotrotz. Nach einer Fehlkommunikation mit unserem Reiseleiter ging es dann 08:00 Uhr von Sanur nach Nusa Penida mit dem Boot. Wir schliefen beide ein und erwachten auf einer grünen Insel mit noch engeren Straßen und noch lauteren Mopeds bei 26^C.

Unser Reiseleiter fuhr dann mit uns zum Kelingking Strand, eine bildhafte Klippen-Formation und deshalb eine Pflicht-Fotoaufnahme für jeden Touri. Daraufhin fuhren wir zum Pasih Uug Strand. Wir hatten leider wenig Essen mit und stopften uns deswegen auf dem Parkplatz gekauften gebratenen Reis runter. Viel Zeit blieb am Pasih Uug Strand also nicht. Nach einer kurzen Rastpause landeten wir dann am Crystal Bay Strand, wo wir 1h lang ins Wasser eintauchten und verschiedene Fische aus dem Film „Nemo“ wiedererkannten. Pünktlich 16:20 Uhr fuhr dann das Boot zurück nach Sanur. Uns gefiel die Tour, obwohl sie mit viel Reiseaufwand verbunden war. Am beeindrucktesten war jedoch, wie unser Fahrer auf einer Straße, wo keine eineinhalb Autos drauf passen, die Reise navigierte ohne auch einen Kratzer mitzunehmen. Chapeau.

Wieder in Sanur angekommen erholten wir uns kurz von der unruhigen und von Wellen geprägten Boots-Rücktour und bestellten ein Moped zurück in die Unterkunft. Mehr Auspuffgase hat Webster in seinem Leben noch nie inhaliert, Wilson trug anständigerweise eine Maske. Nach der einstündigen Mopedfahrt zurück brauchten wir 10 Minuten um wieder Gefühl in unsere Hinterteile zu bekommen, woraufhin wir uns fürs Abendessen frisch machten. Wir trafen uns mit den anderen in einem Fischrestaurant, um auf den letzten gemeinsamen Abend anzustoßen. Wir aßen beiden Mahi-Mahi (Wolfram, Ronald - habt ihr den schonmal fangen können?). Wir gehen hier gleich ins Bett, euch allen einen schönen restlichen Samstag, bis morgen!

Day 12. July 15, 2023

Thank you, Marieke! Today we went to Nusa Penida as a duo. Marieke was recently in Bali and recommended the excursion to Bali's neighboring island. We woke up at 5:30 am to catch the scooter taxi to Sanur at 6:00 am, traveling all the way from the west to the east of Bali. The scooter drivers navigate the narrow streets extremely chaotically but with focus and safety. Although the combination doesn't make sense, it somehow works. After a miscommunication with our tour guide, we departed from Sanur to Nusa Penida by boat at 8:00 am. We both fell asleep and woke up on a green island with even narrower streets and louder scooters, at 26°C.

Our tour guide then took us to Kelingking Beach, a picturesque cliff formation and therefore a must-photograph spot for every tourist. After that, we went to Pasih Uug Beach. Unfortunately, we didn't have much food with us, so we settled for fried rice bought at the parking lot. We didn't have much time to spend at Pasih Uug Beach. After a short break, we ended up at Crystal Bay Beach, where we immersed ourselves in the water for an hour and recognized various fish from the movie "Finding Nemo." At 4:20 pm sharp, the boat took us back to Sanur. We enjoyed the tour, despite the extensive traveling involved. However, the most impressive part was how our driver navigated on a road where barely one and a half cars could fit, without even a scratch. Hats off to him.

After arriving back in Sanur, we took a short break to recover from the turbulent boat ride, marked by waves, and ordered a scooter to take us back to our accommodation. Webster never inhaled so many exhaust fumes in his life, but Wilson considerately wore a mask. After the one-hour scooter ride back, it took us 10 minutes to regain feeling in our backsides before freshening up for dinner. We met the others at a seafood restaurant to toast to our last evening together. We both had Mahi-Mahi (Wolfram, Ronald - have you ever been able to catch one?). We're heading to bed now. Wishing you all a lovely remaining Saturday. See you tomorrow!