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But Bali is a fairly simple place to navigate. It’s not like I’ve landed in the middle of the Su-
dan with no idea of what to do next. This is an island approximately the size of Delaware and
it’s a popular tourist destination. The whole place has arranged itself to help you, the West-
erner with the credit cards, get around with ease. English is spoken here widely and hap-
pily.(Which makes me feel guiltily relieved. My brain synapses are so overloaded by my ef-
forts to learn modern Italian and ancient Sanskrit during these last few months that I just can’t
take on the task of trying to learn Indonesian or, even more difficult, Balinese—a language
more complex than Martian.) It’s really no trouble being here. You can change your money at
the airport, find a taxi with a nice driver who will suggest to you a lovely hotel—none of this is
hard to arrange. And since the tourism industry collapsed in the wake of the terrorist bombing
here two years ago (which happened a few weeks after I’d left Bali the first time), it’s even
easier to get around now; everyone is desperate to help you, desperate for work.
So I take a taxi to the town of Ubud, which seems like a good place to start my journey. I
check into a small and pretty hotel there on the fabulously named Monkey Forest Road. The
hotel has a sweet swimming pool and a garden crammed with tropical flowers with blossoms
bigger than volleyballs (tended to by a highly organized team of hummingbirds and but-
ter-flies). The staff is Balinese, which means they automatically start adoring you and compli-
menting you on your beauty as soon as you walk in. The room has a view of the tropical tree-
tops and there’s a breakfast included every morning with piles of fresh tropical fruit. In short,
it’s one of the nicest places I’ve ever stayed and it’s costing me less than ten dollars a day.
It’s good to be back.
Ubud is in the center of Bali, located in the mountains, surrounded by terraced rice pad-
dies and innumerable Hindu temples, with rivers that cut fast through deep canyons of jungle
and volcanoes visible on the horizon. Ubud has long been considered the cultural hub of the
island, the place where traditional Balinese painting, dance, carving, and religious ceremonies
thrive. It isn’t near any beaches, so the tourists who come to Ubud are a self-selecting and
rather classy crowd; they would prefer to see an ancient temple ceremony than to drink piña
coladas in the surf. Regardless of what happens with my medicine man prophecy, this could