Dec 10

Day 628: Flying Home

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The bags are packed, we returned the scooter, handed back the key to Rendira II, and indulged in one final massage. By the time this post goes live, we’ll be somewhere over the Pacific Ocean, flying a circuitous route from Bali to Australia to Los Angeles and onward to Seattle. From takeoff in Bali to touchdown at Sea-Tac: 27.5 hours.

We left at 11:55 p.m., five minutes before our visa expired.

The past month in Bali was the perfect wind-down from the trip. To arrive back in a place this beautiful and already know our way around, have our favorite restaurants, and know its flow and patterns was truly a gift to be cherished. Countless travelers have come and gone since we were last here, yet we were remembered. The welcome back hugs from our instructors were a nice touch. As was having our “usual” orders remembered by the waitresses at our favorite cafe. Long-term travel isn’t about packing your days “doing things” but rather about selecting a location and simply being.  And that’s what we did. We went to yoga nearly every day, a 90-minute morning session in a studio set in the treetops. It was the perfect way to ease into a day of relaxation and reflection. A little swim to cool down afterwards — it was over 90 degrees Fahrenheit almost every day — and then a few hours being productive in a cafe before taking another swim, reading, and going to the grocery store. Just like home.

Our home away from home is Bali. Pinch me.

Kristin cutting a papaya in our outdoor kitchen in Bali.

Kristin cutting a papaya in our outdoor kitchen in Bali.

Kristin starts work on January 11th and was notified today that the company performing her background check needs to do a criminal search for each of the countries we spent more than 30 days in. It’s an unusual situation, she’s in. Before this trip, I had never been in a foreign country for more than ten consecutive days. But now? Thanks to the meandering style of our journey, they’ll be having to run those criminal checks in Morocco, Italy, Greece, Turkey, Japan, and Indonesia. Lucky for them, we came up a couple days short of thirty in France, Spain, United Kingdom, and Canada.

We took the scooter for a day-trip up to the Tegallalang Rice Fields north of Ubud.

We took the scooter for a day-trip up to the Tegallalang Rice Fields north of Ubud.

This makes me giddy. It’s amazing to look back over our itinerary and know that there are six countries that we’ve now spent over a month in (and over two months in Italy and Indonesia). And not because it brings me some sort of bragging rights, but because I know certain towns and places so well that I can go back tomorrow and know where things are. I would recognize people, be able to identify restaurants we ate in, markets we shopped in, and know how to get around. I wouldn’t be lost; I wouldn’t need a map.

One of the joys of Bali is you never know when there's going to be another procession to a nearby temple.

One of the joys of Bali is you never know when there’s going to be another procession to a nearby temple.

 

Brain Freeze!

Brain Freeze!

I never wanted anything more from this trip than to feel at home anywhere we went in the world. And we did. From Pamplona to Kobe to Bordeaux to Edinburgh to Fargo, and everywhere in between, we have memories. For the rest of our lives, we will hear the name of a city or a country or a mountain range and instantly recall a friendly local who took time to chat with us; a restaurant we dined in; or a road  we pedaled along. Bicycle touring gives one on-the-ground knowledge the likes of which is impossible to obtain otherwise, save for walking. It’s this knowledge that means the most to me as we head home. It’s my most cherished souvenir.

I just paused my writing this to read the above to Kristin, to check with her on the tone and content. I read it aloud, as she likes me to do, and she nodded and returned a sad smile from across the room. We sat in silence for a few minutes; time we really don’t have to spare. The bags actually aren’t completely packed yet. There’s a rotisserie chicken cooling on the counter, we’re leaving for the airport in less than two hours. And just this past moment, as we sat in that silence, it finally dawned on us that this is really over. Six years of planning, two years of doing. And now it’s over. I always knew there’d be some tears eventually.

A lotus flower in the rooftop pond at the Four Seasons.

A lotus flower in the rooftop pond at the Four Seasons, a great place to stop for a drink in Ubud.

Where was I?

The same wonderful friends of ours, Katrina and Alan, who so generously hosted us after we sold our house and who drove us to the Seattle waterfront for our initial start, will be there picking us up tomorrow when we land. Great friends make the sturdiest bookends to our life’s biggest moments. We’ll be staying with them again while we get settled. They’re already filling our social calendar with Christmas parties and happy hours. I can’t wait. It’s also the reason why I’m so glad we took this time in Bali. We’ve met other long-term travelers whose segue back into real life was anything but smooth. People who were back at work within a few short days of pedaling their final mile. We used this past month to not only come down off the trip, but to plan for our return home. We’ve e-signed a lease on a townhome, finished a slew of digital chores we wanted to get done, and even started picking out furniture and a car. It might not sound like an effective use of one’s time in a tropical paradise, but that’s the reality of the kind of trip we’ve been on: the extraordinary eventually became ordinary.

And that’s how we knew it was time to go home.

The weekly dinner buffet at Yellow Flower Cafe. We had a standing reservation and are going to miss it.

The weekly dinner buffet at Yellow Flower Cafe. We had a standing reservation and are going to miss this place.

 

The volcano was out for our final yoga class this morning. Going to really miss this studio.

The volcano was out for our final yoga class this morning. Going to really miss this studio.

Thank you for reading; see you in the New Year!

The two of us on our final night of our travels, at Bridges restaurant in Ubud for happy hour.

One final photo from our final night abroad.

PS: We’ll be back early in the New Year with some fun to share concerning our future travel plans. Some of our Facebook followers have been busy chipping in with suggestions; the results will be made clear soon enough!

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8 Responses to “Day 628: Flying Home”

  1. From Judy:

    You leave me wanting more of these wonderful vicarious experiences!

    Posted on 20 January, 2016 at 8:14 am #
  2. From Dad Walsh:

    I had the same reaction that Jessica had, although I never knew the word Mudita! You’re never too old to learn! Doug and Kristin, you both look great in your final photo! Thank you again for taking me on your journey through your writing and photos. I too will never forget!

    Posted on 10 December, 2015 at 4:15 pm #
    • From Doug Walsh:

      Thanks so much! It’s been a wonderful experience.

      Posted on 12 December, 2015 at 10:20 am #
  3. From Steve Surry:

    Lovely shot of Kristin cutting papaya in your outdoor kitchen in Bali. What is the name of the place you stayed? Will work on convincing my wife to take a trip with me! Good luck back in Seattle.

    Steve

    Posted on 10 December, 2015 at 4:15 pm #
    • From Doug Walsh:

      Thanks for the nice words Steve. Any help we can be in the future, just let us know. The house we rented in Ubud, Bali was called Rendira II. It was a small 2-bedroom house with a pool and simple living room. Excellent location outside of the downtown area, but close enough to walk to grocery stores, cafe, and yoga. It’s on AirBnB but much cheaper if you contact the owner directly (I can help with that). Honestly, my tip for anyone hoping to go to the Ubud area for more than a week would be to just to book 2-3 nights online for your arrival then walk around and ask about house rentals. There are tons of places and, so long as it isn’t June-Aug (high season) you’ll find availability.

      The other thing about Bali — a big thing! — is that it’s very possible to have a very bad experience and come away unimpressed… or worse. Think of it like Cancun. There are wonderful places of the Yucatan Peninsula and there’s the the part that is a Spring Breaker’s paradise or filled with mega-resorts. Bali is a lot like that. Enjoy!

      Posted on 12 December, 2015 at 10:26 am #
  4. From Julie Rytand:

    Wow! It’s been two years??????? Kristen, just know you are probably going to have to schedule a series of brown bag lunches to be able to answer all of our questions on this amazing journey you two have just been on! By the time you read this, it will be Welcome Home!!! Cheers to your new adventure back with the old gang at Expeditors!!!

    Posted on 10 December, 2015 at 1:06 pm #
  5. From Jessica:

    This one made my eyes well up a bit. There is a word for sympathetic joy and it is Mudita. I have so much Mudita for you both, you have no idea.

    Posted on 10 December, 2015 at 11:51 am #
    • From Doug Walsh:

      Thank you Jessica. For the encouragement, for all of the questions and prompts, and for the vocabulary lesson. 🙂 Appreciate it! Love you!

      “Mudita is the opposite of envy” — I’m so happy there is a word for that feeling.

      Posted on 12 December, 2015 at 10:31 am #

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