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Ubud and Surrounding Areas by Scooter

Our last morning in Ubud, we decided to rent a scooter [I guess getting back from Rinca yesterday made us once again yearn for the air in our faces]. We rented a scooter from our home away from homes, Swasti Eco Lodge. We dawned our helmets and headed out for the open road. We cruised through the city and out into the great unknown– enjoying the temples and rice fields flying by us past scooters weighed down with goods and children hiking to school and women and men working through the day. We road and road, knowing we were on a time schedule, because we had a ferry to catch later on… we were heading to our last portion of the trip, Nusa Lembongan. Sigh. What a trip.

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Cruising along, everything was going well until it wasn’t. One of our tires deflated completely— a flat tire. Something we were used to after getting them in Costa Rica [multiple times]. Such is life I suppose. We pulled over not sure what to do. There was a doctor’s office across the street that Andrew decided to check out. About 10 minutes later, a woman in pink scrubs came out, hopped on a scooter, and rode away. Andrew came over indicating that he had tried to explain in Indonesian [what little we knew] that we had a flight and needed a tow to a shop. The woman returned about 20 minutes later shaking her head– there was no gas station or shop that way. About 5 or so minutes later, a pick up truck pulled up– apparently the nurse’s brother or friend or maybe that was lost in translation and these people didn’t know each other at all. All I know, is that for some sum of money, they offered to tie our bike up in their truck and drive us back to Ubud. Four guys easily lifted the bike and tied it up in the bed. I hopped in the back, Andrew hopped in the front and we took off. A few miles down the road, we did see a mechanic and Andrew said they could leave us there– they asked if we were sure and said that we had paid them more than enough for the ride all the way back to Ubud, but we shook our heads. They had done their deed for the day. We thanked them profusely and they helped us unload our bike and talk to the mechanic. They offered us a seat and some cold water and said it would be about 30 minutes or so. We relaxed and laughed at ourselves– how do we get into these situations? All we knew is that we had to get back and make decent time so we could return the scooter, pack, and catch the ride to the ferry. The mechanic was quick to fix the bike and I think the total was about $5 or so [American]. Andrew paid him more and made a very happy Indonesian friend.

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We made our way back to Ubud and grabbed lunch at a Mexican place that we happen to love– knowing we were really low on petrol, we figured we’d just find some after lunch– there are always stands around. After lunch, we searched and searched but found no petrol. After speaking with a few folks, we learned that Ubud doesn’t really sell petrol because it’s typically tourists who don’t have cars. Lol. Naturally. After much more searching, Andrew found a place at one end of town. Somehow, we managed to get the petrol, put it in the tank, make it back to Swasti, pack-up, check out, and make the bus to the ferry… as they put it, it all works out in the end…

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