#Bali Food Guide

[kaustubh-wankhede]

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.

[punjabigrillbali]

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

Welcome to Punjabi Grill, where the flavors of India come alive amidst the scenic beauty of Bali. As one of the Famous Indian Restaurant in Bali , we are proud to offer an original culinary voyage that showcases the rich heritage, variant spices, and warmth of hospitality that India is well known for.

Be it traditionally Indian or just bold and thrilling flavors, Punjabi Grill will definitely be your gateway into an unforgettable dining experience.

What makes Punjabi Grill a Food Destination?

Food at Punjabi Grill is not a meal-it is a way to rejoice over culture, community, and company. We have drafted an exquisite menu that will depict the best of India and Bali. From timeless favorites like Butter Chicken to creamy Paneer Tikka to our signature Dal Makhani, all dishes come loaded with the choicest of ingredients, cooked as though ordered in Old Delhi's lane houses.

Each one of them is a standing ovation to the culinary artistry of India. Be it curries that simmer for hours or naans freshly baked in tandoors, every single bite speaks of tradition and passion. Our chefs blend aromatic spices with fresh produce into an amalgamation of flavors resonating with the heartbeat of India.

A Unique Dining Experience in Bali

Situated amidst the picturesque background of Bali, our restaurant artfully fuses some of the finest interior lines with the warmth and elegance of being welcome inside a house. We envision, too, that people dine more to make memories than simply because they must eat.

Everything at Punjabi Grill was crafted and painstakingly worked upon to gently relocate you in every form to the midst of India, letting you indulge in magic beyond your thoughts within Bali's midst.

From pure vegetarian to savories of tender meat, slow-cooked to tempt every palate, our menu caters to every taste bud. For those not so familiar with Indian Cuisine in Bali , our ever-helpful team is ready to guide you through the menu for a truly enriching experience that's sure to be as delicious as it is educational.

Why Punjabi Grill?

1. Authenticity You Can Taste

One of the most renowned Indian restaurants in Bali, we are proud to present to you nothing but the most genuine flavors. Our spices come directly from India, making sure every dish carries with it a signature taste from its birthplace.

2. Something for everyone

From comfort food found in street foods like Samosas and Chaat to lavish meals with Biryani and Tandoori Kebabs, our menu makes sure everyone has something worth savoring.

3. For Any Occasion

Whether it be a romantic dinner, a family time, or a corporate outing, Punjabi Grill provides the perfect setting. Enjoy every occasion in our vast dining area with attentive services.

Celebration of Indian Cuisine Diversity in Bali

The food in India is as varied as its culture. At Punjabi Grill, we try to bring that variance to your table-from the robust flavors of North India to the subtle, aromatic dishes of the South; our menu is a journey through the gastronomic regions of India.

Of course, no meal is complete without our selection of decadent desserts, such as the popular dessert Gulab Jamun, which gives you that pleasant sweet taste that brings things to an end. Kulfi also contributes its taste value to sweeten the relationship.

Visit Us Today

Try new items on the menu or make a table reservation; meanwhile, join the feast rival that marries food and culture at Punjabi Grill. Food is our life, a celebration indeed at Punjabi Grill-and it's incomplete without YOU.

[leglesstv]

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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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!

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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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Is Nusa Penida safe to visit?

Yes, Nusa Penida is safe to visit, but like many other Indonesian islands, it requires some planning. You can travel here and plan your itinerary, however, booking private Nusa Penida are often the best option if you’re looking for a stress-free way to explore the island - going solo is okay if you plan carefully though! As with any vacation, taking reasonable precautions with suncream, appropriate clothing and keeping your belongings close by can help avoid unfortunate incidents.

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TRAVELING THE WORLD AS AN 18-YEAR-OLD: YOUR ULTIMATE GUIDE

Are you an 18-year-old with a burning desire to explore the world? Are you ready to take on the adventure of a lifetime but unsure of how to go about it? Look no further! This blog is your ultimate guide to traveling the world as an 18-year-old. Whether you want to explore the bustling streets of Tokyo or bask in the sun-kissed beaches of Bali, we’ve got you covered.

In this blog, we’ll discuss everything you need to know about solo traveling as an 18-year-old, including the best destinations, safety tips, budgeting advice, and how to make money on the road. So grab your passport and let’s dive into the world of travel!

CAN YOU TRAVEL ALONE AT 18?

One of the most common questions young travelers ask is whether they can travel alone at 18. The answer is yes! You can travel the world at 18, you’re legally considered an adult in many countries and can make your own travel decisions.

An 18-year-old can travel alone, but it will depend on various factors such as the destination, local laws and regulations, and the individual’s level of maturity and preparedness. Some countries may require minors to have a consent form from a parent or legal guardian, while others may have age restrictions for renting a car or booking a hotel room.

If you are an 18-year-old planning to travel alone, it’s important to research the rules and regulations of your intended destination and make sure you have all the necessary documents such as a passport and visa (if required). Additionally, you should have a solid plan in place for transportation, accommodations, and safety.

Solo travel can be an enriching and life-changing experience, but it’s important to prioritize safety and be prepared for any challenges that may arise. It’s always a good idea to stay in touch with family and friends back home and let them know your travel plans and itinerary.

How to travel at 18?

Traveling the World as an 18-Year-Old.

Traveling the world at the age of 18 can be an exciting and memorable experience. Here are some steps to help you plan your trip:

Set a budget: Determine how much money you can afford to spend on your trip. Consider costs such as transportation, accommodations, food, and activities.

Research destinations: Decide the places you want to visit and research the best time. Consider factors such as weather, festivals, and cultural events.

Plan your itinerary: Create a rough itinerary for your trip, including transportation, accommodations, and activities.

Save money: Start saving money early by getting a part-time job, doing freelance work, or selling items you no longer need.

Consider working or volunteering abroad: This can help offset the cost of travel while also providing valuable work experience.

Use budget-friendly accommodations: Hostels, Airbnb, and Couchsurfing are affordable options for solo travelers.

Take advantage of student discounts: Many museums, attractions, and transportation options offer discounts for students.

Stay safe: Research the safety and security of your intended destination and take precautions to keep yourself safe while traveling.

Remember to prioritize safety and be prepared for any challenges that may arise while traveling. Solo travel can be an incredible experience, but it’s important to plan carefully and be prepared for the unexpected.

Can I travel solo as an 18-year-old?

Is an 18 Year Old is too Young to Travel Solo?

No, 18 years old is not too young to travel solo. Though it comes with its challenges, solo travel can empower you with independence and allow you to fully immerse yourself in your destination. Taking precautions such as researching safe areas and respecting local customs can help ensure a safe and rewarding experience.

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Obligatory Beach Episode

When most Australians think of surf, sand and sun, they think of their local beach. Press them a little on famous ones that they can lounge on or which tourists frequent and they might say Bondi Beach or the Gold Ask. Ask them for something a little more exotic and they’ll probably name a resort in Bali or Fiji.

Ask Europeans for an exotic beach locale and you might get something like Hurghada. After all, it’s not too far from the European mainland and has some killer snorkelling opportunities to get up close and personal with adorable little fishes!

Our tour group had chosen to stay at the Stella Makadi Resort. More exactly: the Stella Gardens Resort and Spa Makadi Bay. From the outside, it looked almost like a massive compound. On the inside, it was a nice relaxing stroll down to the beachside with a few shops dedicated to selling trinkets and souvenirs that screamed: EGYPT!

Our first day at the resort was one of rest. We had no activities planned, which seemed apt when travelling with a large group of geriartrics.

Okay, I kid. They were mostly in their 50s and 60s. Which, I mean, still isn’t young by any means but considering I was the youngest of the entire group sitting at the round number of 30 says a lot. Heck, even 30 is old when you talk to teenagers.

So, what does one do when there isn’t much of a rush to head anywhere and everywhere? You go to the local beach, of course. As, as part of a package with the resort, there was a shuttle could take the adventurous down to the shoreline instead of having to hoof it down, plebeian style.

I don’t believe much explanation is required when photos will suffice in terms of the atmosphere of the Stella Makadi. It was pretty much your typical resort stolen from every tropical resort ever. Which isn’t to say it was bad, but I hadn’t brought swimmers. I had been more intent on learning the history of fishing rather than focusing on my tan lines.

As a random aside, most of the elderly Europeans (of which there was a lot down in Hurghada) seemed to love the idea of burning their skin until it was lobster red. They might not have peeled yet but is it any wonder their skin was so saggy and wrinkly when compared to Asians?

In any case, my first day of Hurghada mostly revolved around getting to know a few select members of the tour group a bit better than I had before by playing cards with them on the beach and pondering what our buffet meals had on offer.

The second day at Hurghada was, thankfully, one of adventure albeit ones where you had to pay a little bit extra on top of the $7000 that had to be shelled out at the start for the trip. 

Our first stop was Sindbad Submarine. And no, that’s not a typo. It was literally called Sindbad rather than Sinbad.

In any case, the Red Sea, it should be noted, shares a few similarities with the Great Barrier Reef. In that it has a reef where plenty of fish call home. And to truly appreciate the aquatic life in and around the area, one must go  beneath the waves. Hence, many of our tour group packing into a floating tin can that could sink down about 25 metres below the surface, all so that we could marvel at coral, the diver that came with us, and the fish the diver had managed to lure towards our window with the promise of food. 

I even spotted a Red Sea clownfish poking out through its home anemone, as well as an Indian lionfish lying low but wasn’t able to snap a shot fast enough on my phone. Alas!

After our submarine adventure, we boated back to shore and were presented with a certification of completion. Our local tour guide, Ahmed, even saw fit to write our names in Arabic on the slip of paper.

With our morning activities over, it was back to the resort for lunch before we enjoyed a Jeep Safari through the Sahara Desert. But although I say Jeep, I really mean Toyota Land Cruisers.

Since most of those in our tour group were an elderly bunch, the dirvers took it slow on the small hills and crests in the desert. Throughout the drive, we stopped at multiple areas, snapping shots of a distant mirage, a lonely Acacia tree (that was not the Tree of Tenere), and a towering dune of sand.

We even stopped at a nomadic village. In Chinese, it sounded like Bolu but a search on Google tells me that it might be the beduins. In any case, we got to taste their special type of naan, cooked over a flat stone with camel dung used to fuel the fire, ride a few camels and enjoy a cup of red tea that was a little too bitter for my tastes.

By the time we left their village, the sun was setting. Though I would have preferred to have returned to the resort by then, we still had one last stop. A performance, actually, that involved belly dancing and some clever dervish twirls. Along with some food and refreshments.

And even though I was asked to participate in some additional dancing, like the I coward I am I refused. Me? Belly dancing? In front of strangers? Never.

Besides, I’m not very curvaceous - at least in the sexy sense - and the thought of being the only poor dancer on  stage was a huge disincentive to get up and ‘shake my booty.’ 

So, while this wasn’t the most stereotypical beach episode in every anime ever, there was plenty of sun, surf and sand to enjoy. Certainly, for any enterprising influence, Hurghada would have been a great relaxation spot with excellent water views and opportunities to get down and dirty with beach volleyball and Zumba on the sand. 

As for budding Egyptologists, well, a little leisure can go a long way. Hurghada might not be rich in history, but it is rich in demonstrating the interconnection between cultures and giving some much needed zing if all one does is trek from one dusty old temple to the next.

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Travel Guides All You Should Be Aware Of

There are many things you need to know prior to embarking for a trip. The use of a travel guide can help you to avoid common mistakes and organize your trip better.

These guides also provide suggestions on how you can save money while traveling. They include information on accommodation as well as transportation costs and food prices.

Cost Effectiveness

The success of your travel program is determined by its cost-effectiveness. It is essential to set Key Program Metrics (or goals) that are both meaningful and actionable.

The most commonly used method to determine this is to look at the travel budget. It is essential to understand the amount you spend on travel and airfares.

Tourist attractions and activities are evaluated using a method called the "travel cost method." This method mimics conventional empirical techniques employed by economists to determine economic values based on market prices. This method can be utilized to evaluate the effect of tourist-related activities and attractions on spending by tourists. Additionally, it can be used to evaluate the enjoyment value of tourist attractions.

Attractions

Tourist attractions are places that attract visitors to the region regardless of whether they are natural or cultural. These comprise galleries, museums, parks, as well as historic or archeological locations.

The Colosseum in Rome is a prime example. It receives 7.4 million people annually. The Great Wall of China, and the Taj Mahal are also world-famous places of interest.

Other tourist destinations include natural wonders as well as tropical island resorts and other destinations like the Bahamas in the Caribbean or Bali in Indonesia. These attractions are often identified as UNESCO World Heritage sites or recognized for their importance to the region.

Transportation

If you're planning to travel to the United States or anywhere abroad, one of the most important things to do is to explore the options for transportation. Whether you choose to take the train, walk or bus, or rent an automobile, investigating the many options available can help you plan your route.

Information is also useful when traveling in predictable locations such as areas of construction on highways, scheduled special events , or tourist zones. For example, after September 11, the transportation authorities utilized television and radio to alert the public of travel conditions. Personalized traveler information systems have also been developed to allow users to design routes and show pertinent information.

Accommodations

The accommodation you select for your vacation could make or break the overall experience. Before you choose the perfect location for your trip regardless of whether it's a hotel, apartment or hostel, there are plenty of things to consider.

It is important to consider your personality and preferences. Are you more comfortable in an environment with a lot of activity and plenty of opportunities or do you prefer a more tranquil one? It's also important to think about your budget. If you're working on a tight budget, you might be better off finding an affordable hotel instead of staying in an apartment. It's also a good idea to think about the time of year you're traveling as well as where the restaurants and attractions are. This will ensure you have an enjoyable and relaxing experience.

Food

Food is an integral part of any trip, and it's crucial to ensure you are choosing the best choices for your requirements. When planning your trip, be knowledgeable about the culture and tastes of the local cuisine. People who are interested in exploring the cuisine and culture of a nation through travel often organize food tours. But, the majority of food tour guides have unintentional biases that can prevent them from finding the best possible food choices for their guests. This is especially true for those who aren't natives or do not have an extensive knowledge of the history of their region's cuisine.

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Unlock the Best Indonesia Deals with Fantastic Tours

Are you dreaming of an exotic getaway that combines stunning landscapes, rich culture, and unforgettable experiences—all at an unbeatable price? Look no further than Indonesia, the world’s largest archipelago, and Fantastic Tours, your ultimate travel partner. We’re excited to bring you exclusive Indonesia offers that make your dream vacation more affordable and accessible than ever. Whether you’re planning a romantic escape, a family adventure, or a solo journey, our curated packages ensure you get the most out of your Indonesian experience without breaking the bank.

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Why Indonesia?

Indonesia is a destination that truly has it all. From pristine beaches and lush jungles to vibrant cities and ancient temples, this Southeast Asian gem offers something for every type of traveler. Here’s why Indonesia should be at the top of your travel list:

Affordable Luxury: Indonesia is known for offering incredible value for money. Whether it’s a beachfront resort, a private villa, or a fine dining experience, you’ll enjoy world-class amenities at a fraction of the cost compared to other destinations.

Diverse Experiences: From the cultural richness of Yogyakarta to the stunning beaches of Bali and the wild landscapes of Komodo Island, Indonesia’s diversity ensures there’s never a dull moment.

Warm Hospitality: The Indonesian people are renowned for their kindness and hospitality, making you feel welcome wherever you go.

Exquisite Cuisine: Indonesian food is a highlight of any trip, with its bold flavors and fresh ingredients. From street food to gourmet dining, every meal is a culinary adventure.

Natural Beauty: Indonesia’s landscapes are nothing short of breathtaking. Think turquoise waters, white sandy beaches, towering volcanoes, and lush green jungles.

Exclusive Indonesia Offers from Fantastic Tours

At Fantastic Tours, we’re passionate about creating unforgettable travel experiences. Our Indonesia offers are designed to provide you with the best value while ensuring a seamless and memorable journey. Here’s what you can expect from our packages:

1. All-Inclusive Beach Getaways

Escape to Indonesia’s most beautiful beaches with our all-inclusive packages. Enjoy stays at luxurious resorts in Bali, Lombok, or Raja Ampat, complete with daily breakfast, airport transfers, and exciting activities like snorkeling, island hopping, and sunset cruises.

2. Cultural Immersion Tours

Discover the heart and soul of Indonesia with our cultural immersion packages. Explore the ancient temples of Borobudur and Prambanan, participate in traditional Balinese cooking classes, and witness the vibrant arts scene in Yogyakarta.

3. Adventure and Nature Packages

For the thrill-seekers, we offer adventure-packed itineraries that include jungle trekking in Sumatra, exploring the Komodo National Park, and diving in the crystal-clear waters of Raja Ampat.

4. Romantic Escapes

Planning a honeymoon or a romantic getaway? Our Indonesia offers include private beach dinners, couples’ spa treatments, and stays at exclusive resorts with stunning ocean views.

5. Family-Friendly Deals

Traveling with kids? No problem! Our family-friendly packages include activities that cater to all ages, from water parks and cultural shows to interactive workshops and wildlife encounters.

What Makes Our Indonesia Offers Stand Out?

At Fantastic Tours, we go above and beyond to ensure your trip is nothing short of extraordinary. Here’s what sets us apart:

Tailored Itineraries: We understand that every traveler is unique. That’s why we customize our packages to suit your preferences, interests, and budget.

Expert Local Guides: Our team of knowledgeable guides will take you off the beaten path and show you the hidden gems of Indonesia.

Seamless Travel Experience: From the moment you book until the day you return, we handle all the details, including flights, accommodations, and transportation.

Exclusive Deals: Our partnerships with top hotels, resorts, and activity providers allow us to offer you exclusive discounts and perks.

Sustainable Tourism: We’re committed to promoting responsible travel practices that benefit local communities and preserve Indonesia’s natural and cultural heritage.

Top Destinations Covered in Our Indonesia Offers

Our packages cover Indonesia’s most iconic destinations, ensuring you get a well-rounded experience:

Bali: Explore the Island of the Gods, known for its stunning beaches, vibrant culture, and lush landscapes.

Yogyakarta: Immerse yourself in the cultural heart of Indonesia, with its ancient temples and vibrant arts scene.

Komodo Island: Discover the land of the famous Komodo dragons and enjoy world-class diving and snorkeling.

Raja Ampat: Unwind in this tropical paradise, known for its crystal-clear waters and vibrant coral reefs.

Lombok: Relax on pristine beaches and explore the stunning landscapes of this less-crowded alternative to Bali. also:السياحة في تايلاند للعوائل

How to Book Your Indonesian Adventure

Ready to embark on the trip of a lifetime? Visit our website at https://fantastic-tours.net to explore our Indonesia offers and book your package today. Our user-friendly platform makes it easy to browse options, customize your itinerary, and secure your booking with just a few clicks.

Don’t miss out on these incredible deals—Indonesia is waiting to welcome you with open arms. Let Fantastic Tours turn your travel dreams into reality.

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THE LIEM FAMILY

Dharmanta Liem (龙韫玉 Long Yunyu) was born in China, into a family with modest means but boundless determination. Seeking a better life, his parents took a leap of faith and used their savings to move to Indonesia. The journey was far from easy, marked by struggles and sacrifices. Yet, their hard work and resilience eventually bore fruit.

In Indonesia, Dharmanta’s life took a beautiful turn when he met Handayani (许英慧 Xu Yinghui), the woman who would become the love of his life. After a year of getting to know each other, they decided to marry, embarking on a journey of love and partnership.

Their union was blessed with two sons, Jefferson Handy Liem and Jonathan Harris Liem. Guided by the unwavering persistence of Dharmanta and Handayani, the family built a life of stability and comfort, ensuring their children could grow up with opportunities they themselves had once only dreamed of.

Through perseverance and love, Dharmanta and Handayani not only built a strong family foundation but also left a legacy of determination and hope.

HERITAGE GROUP

Property Business - Heritage Group is one of the largest property conglomerates in Indonesia. Its notable properties include Bloomfield Residences (located in Surabaya, Jakarta, Bandung, and Malang), Heritage City Mall (Jakarta), The Heritage Mall (Surabaya), Heritage Living Apartments (Jakarta and Surabaya), and Heritage City, a self-contained city in Surabaya and Malang.

Healthcare - Heritage Group owns some of the largest and most advanced hospitals in Indonesia, including the National Hospital, which has locations in several cities across the country.

Education - Zion Christian School is an international-based educational institution with campuses in Surabaya, Jakarta, and Malang.

Heritage Construction - Heritage Construction is a company specializing in construction, trade, industry, and services.

THE TANUSAPUTRA FAMILY

Yohanes Tanusaputra (陈玉锵 Chen Yuqiang) and Susana Loekito (吕徽音 Lu Huiyin), a Chinese couple born and raised in Indonesia, began their married life with humble beginnings. Determined to build a future together, they started a small food stall called Rumah Makan Nyonya Susana. What began as a modest endeavor quickly gained popularity, and their hard work paid off as the business flourished.

With the success of the restaurant, Yohanes was able to pursue his dream of opening an inn. His vision and dedication transformed that small inn into a thriving enterprise, eventually expanding into a chain of luxury hotels and villas. Today, Yohanes is recognized as one of Asia’s leading proprietors in the hospitality industry.

Their marriage was enriched by the arrival of two children, Tirza Abigail Tanusaputra and Daniel Reandy Tanusaputra. Together, the family represents the fruits of perseverance, ambition, and love.

TANUSAPUTRA'S BUSINESS

The Oasis - The Oasis is one of the largest chains of luxury hotels and villas in Asia. Its locations include Indonesia (Bali, Lombok, Sumba), Thailand, Vietnam, the Philippines, Japan, China, and Sri Lanka. The Oasis is now preparing to expand its reach to Europe.

PT. Effloresce Indonesia - The largest cosmetics and skincare company in Indonesia, renowned for its popular and well-established brands in the country.

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best yoga school in bali,

best yoga school in bali,

Bali, often referred to as the “Island of the Gods,” is renowned for its serene landscapes, vibrant spiritual culture, and thriving wellness scene. For yoga enthusiasts and aspiring practitioners, Bali offers an abundance of yoga schools that cater to all levels and interests. Among these, a few stand out for their exceptional teaching, stunning locations, and transformative experiences. If you’re searching for the best yoga school in Bali, this guide will help you discover the perfect place to deepen your practice.

Why Bali is a Yoga Paradise

Bali’s natural beauty and spiritual heritage make it a dream destination for yoga enthusiasts. The island is home to lush jungles, pristine beaches, and tranquil rice terraces that provide a perfect backdrop for yoga practice. Furthermore, Bali’s strong Hindu culture, with its emphasis on rituals and spirituality, aligns seamlessly with the principles of yoga, creating an atmosphere of peace and introspection.

Key Factors to Consider When Choosing a Yoga School

Before diving into our recommendations, it’s important to know what to look for in a yoga school:

Accreditation: Ensure the school is accredited by Yoga Alliance if you’re pursuing a certification program.

Location: Decide whether you prefer a beachfront retreat, a jungle sanctuary, or a bustling hub like Ubud.

Instructors: Look for experienced and certified teachers who resonate with your learning style.

Programs Offered: Choose a school that offers classes or teacher training programs aligned with your goals.

Facilities and Amenities: Consider accommodations, food options, and additional wellness activities like meditation or spa treatments.

Top Yoga Schools in Bali

1. The Yoga Barn – Ubud

Located in the heart of Ubud, The Yoga Barn is a renowned yoga and wellness center offering a wide range of classes, workshops, and retreats. With a focus on holistic healing, their programs include yoga, meditation, sound healing, and Ayurvedic treatments. The tranquil surroundings and community vibe make it a favorite among travelers and locals alike.

Highlights:

Variety of yoga styles (Hatha, Vinyasa, Yin, Kundalini)

On-site organic cafe and wellness services

Accommodation options for short and long-term stays

2. Radiantly Alive – Ubud

Another gem in Ubud, Radiantly Alive is celebrated for its dynamic classes and world-class instructors. They offer everything from beginner-friendly sessions to advanced teacher training courses. The school’s modern facilities and vibrant energy attract a global community of yoga enthusiasts.

Highlights:

Unique offerings like aerial yoga and acro yoga

Internationally certified teacher training programs

Central location with easy access to Ubud’s attractions

3. Samadi Bali – Canggu

Nestled in the trendy beach town of Canggu, Samadi Bali combines yoga with a holistic approach to health and wellness. Their classes are held in an open-air shala surrounded by tropical gardens, and their weekend farmers’ market is a delightful addition to the experience.

Highlights:

Specialized in Ashtanga yoga

Offers surf and yoga retreats

Organic cafe serving healthy, plant-based meals

4. Blooming Lotus Yoga – Ubud

For those seeking an intimate and immersive experience, Blooming Lotus Yoga offers small-group retreats focused on mindfulness and spiritual growth. Their 4-day yoga retreats are perfect for beginners or those looking to reconnect with their practice.

Highlights:

Affordable, all-inclusive retreat packages

Stunning views of Ubud’s jungle and rice fields

Emphasis on meditation and yoga philosophy

5. Blue Karma Resort – Seminyak and Ubud

Blue Karma offers luxury yoga retreats that combine wellness with indulgence. With locations in Seminyak and Ubud, this resort provides personalized yoga sessions, spa treatments, and gourmet meals in a serene environment.

Highlights:

Customized yoga and wellness packages

Luxurious accommodations and facilities

Activities like Balinese cooking classes and cultural tours

Tips for Making the Most of Your Yoga Experience in Bali

Plan Ahead: Book your classes or retreats in advance, especially during peak tourist seasons.

Immerse Yourself: Take advantage of additional offerings like meditation, healing sessions, and cultural experiences.

Stay Open-Minded: Bali is a melting pot of yoga traditions, so explore different styles and teachers.

Respect the Culture: Embrace Bali’s spiritual customs and practices to enrich your journey.

Conclusion

Choosing the best yoga school in Bali depends on your personal preferences, goals, and budget. Whether you’re looking for an intensive teacher training program or a peaceful retreat to unwind, Bali has something for everyone. With its unique blend of natural beauty, spiritual energy, and world-class yoga facilities, the island promises a transformative experience that will stay with you long after you leave. Pack your mat, open your heart, and prepare to find your zen in Bali.

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Discover the Flavors of India in Bali: Your Guide to Indian Restaurants

 Bali, the Island of the Gods, is renowned for its stunning beaches, lush landscapes, and vibrant culture. Among the many attractions that draw visitors to this tropical paradise is its incredible culinary scene. While Balinese cuisine offers a unique experience, sometimes the craving for Indian spices and flavors can strike. Fortunately, Bali is home to some fantastic Indian restaurants that cater to every palate. Here's your guide to exploring Indian cuisine in Bali.

Why Indian Food in Bali?

Indian cuisine is known for its rich flavors, aromatic spices, and diverse dishes that cater to vegetarians and non-vegetarians alike. Whether you're longing for buttery naan, creamy butter chicken, or a hearty vegetarian thali, Indian restaurant in Bali bring the authentic taste of India to your plate. These establishments combine traditional recipes with fresh, local ingredients, ensuring a delightful culinary journey.

Must-Try Dish: Vegetable Biryani and Samosas

Vegetarian and Vegan Options

Indian cuisine is a haven for vegetarians and vegans. Many Indian restaurants in Bali offer a wide range of plant-based dishes, from dal tadka and aloo palak to vegan curries and dairy-free desserts. Be sure to inquire about vegan-friendly options when ordering.

Tips for Finding the Best Indian Restaurants in Bali

Check Reviews: Platforms like TripAdvisor and Google Reviews can help you find highly-rated Indian restaurants.

Explore Local Areas: Popular tourist hubs like Seminyak, Kuta, and Ubud are home to most Indian eateries.

Ask Locals: Local expats and long-term visitors often know the hidden gems.

Final Thoughts

Whether you're an Indian food lover or someone looking to try something new, Bali's Indian restaurants offer an unforgettable dining experience. From rich curries to freshly baked breads, these eateries bring a taste of India to the heart of Bali. So, the next time you're in Bali, don't miss the opportunity to savor the best of Indian cuisine in paradise.

Book your table now and embark on a flavorful journey through India—right here in Bali!

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How to Plan the Perfect New Year Vacation: A Complete Guide

1. Set Your Travel Goals and Preferences

Relaxation vs. Adventure: Would you like to just unwind and get away from hustle and bustle or are you after thrilling adventures? If it’s relaxation you want, places like the Maldives or Bali might be just the ticket. The snowy landscapes of Switzerland, the rocky terrains of New Zealand, make it travel goals and prferences with best travel agency in chennai. City Break vs. Nature: Do you find yourself attracted to the cultural excitement of cities like Paris, New York or Tokyo or perhaps drawn to nature’s beauty in far away places like Banff, Iceland or the Himalayas? It will allow you to understand whether you would prefer a city vacation or nature based vacation.

2. Choose the Right Destination

Goa, India: Goa is one of the best places in India to celebrate the New Year is because it is known for its lively parties, beautiful beaches and a sparkling night life. Beach parties, fireworks and live music make it a favorite with families as well as partiers. Sydney, Australia: Sydney is famous for its world class Sydney Harbour fireworks show to end New Year’s Eve, one of the biggest around. The city also caters well for a beach holiday, merging modern urban experiences with the sunshine of a stretch of coast. Paris, France: If you want to bow in the New Year in one of the world’s most romantic cities, than you need to go to Paris. Paris gives you its charm and festivity from the elegant celebrations in Champs Elysées to fireworks by the Eiffel Tower. 3. Budgeting and Saving for Your Trip Flights: It’s usually one of the biggest costs. Booking your flights as early as possible will guarantee you get better prices. To find the best deals, use flight comparison websites, like Skyscanner or Google Flights.

Accommodation: Luxury resorts to cozy guesthouses all will have their effect on your budget. It’s also possible to get discounts if you book early, which goes a long way towards avoiding inflated prices on the last minute.

Food and Dining: Whether you are eating out at your restaurants, plan for your meals. Fortunately, many destinations provide all inclusive resorts which can simplify your food budget.

Activities and Events: Thinking, what special events or activities would you like to attend during New Year celebrations. Tickets for a local tour or weekend concerts, New Year’s Eve parties, cultural shows.

Transportation: Always have transportation in your budget to get around your destination taxis, public transit, or rental cars, etc.

4. Book Flights and Accommodation Early Flights: Since New Year’s Eve flight is in main demand, make an early booking so that you may get better prices and a better flight time preference for you. Then here is how to consider using flight deal apps and websites that provide early bird specials and promotions.

Accommodation: So whether you want a lavish resort, a cosy cabinor just a cheap hotel, make sure you book it in advance. Around New Year’s Eve, many places which attract lots of turists will quickly sell out.

5. Plan New Year’s Eve Activities Fireworks and Parades: Sydney’s Harbour fireworks, or even London’s New Year’s Eve celebration have some amazing fireworks displays at many locations.

New Year’s Eve Parties: To be safe, think about booking tickets for a special New Year’s Eve event. It doesn’t matter if it’s a fancy gala, a beach party or a live concert; make sure you have a plan which margaritas.

Cultural Experiences: Rather than sticking to the beaten path (and missing some of the rich local traditions and customs), seek more unique experiences. In Japan, for example, families ring in the new year with temple visits plus festive food and in Spain, those pass the time eating 12 grapes at midnight in the hopes of good luck. 6. Packing for Your Vacation

Clothing: Make sure there are also things for bad weather and stuff you’re going to do. You’ll also want to pack the sartorial for New Year’s Eve parties, dinner.

Travel Essentials: Make sure you have the lots of documents, your passport, your travel insurance, and any necessary vaccinations for your travel destination.

Gifts or Souvenirs: If you are partying with family or friends, small gifts or souvenirs may be something you bring for presenting to friends during celebrations.

7. Be Flexible and Enjoy the Moment

Local Traditions: How ever you may be interested in, take a moment to engage with the local traditions and customs whether it be by eating the local meal or joining the local celebration. It’ll let you get a sense of the destination and make your trip more about things of meaning instead of things to do.

Relax and Unwind: You can never forget to take time out for you on your vacation. However, make sure you also allow space for which is rest, or rejuvenation, maybe lounging at a beach, or a spa day.

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Ultimate Guide to Backpacking South East Asia

Ultimate Guide to Backpacking South East Asia

Ultimate Guide to Backpacking South East Asia

Ultimate Guide to Backpacking South East Asia

Welcome to our site, your go-to for exploring the diverse wonders of Southeast Asia! We’re here to guide you through the vibrant cultures, rich histories, and stunning landscapes of this fascinating region.

From the lively markets of Bangkok to the peaceful beaches of Bali, we invite you on a journey that spans ancient traditions and modern vitality. Dive into the diverse cultures, where ancient temples share tales of the past, and bustling cities pulse with energy. Discover hidden gems in Vietnam’s jungles, relish Penang’s street food, and unwind on the Philippines’ pristine shores.

Whether you’re a seasoned traveler or a first-timer, our site is your reliable companion, offering insights, tips, and recommendations for an unforgettable Southeast Asian adventure.

Let us guide you through the varied landscapes, cultural tapestry, and extraordinary experiences that await in this captivating part of the world. Southeast Asia isn’t just a destination; it’s a collection of moments waiting to be experienced. Join us on this virtual journey, and let the magic of Southeast Asia fuel your wanderlust.

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