Every year thousands of people travel to Thailand. Some travelers leave with a cheap “same, same but different” shirt. Others leave with a traditional bamboo tattoo.
The art of bamboo tattoos originated in Southeast Asia and is said to go back over 3000 years. In Thailand, bamboo tattoos began with monks in Buddhist temples who received these tattoos as religious text. The process of getting a bamboo tattoo begins with a bamboo rod. Very fine needles are attached to the end of the rod. Ink is applied and the needles are tapped by hand into the skin. It is not as painful as it sounds.
Tattoo and Muay Thai
Last year, I traveled to Thailand with some friends. After four days of walking by what seemed like endless tattoo shops, I gave in.
The fact that I jumped into a Muay Thai Ring fifteen minutes later was not an indication of my state of mind. Nor was the fact I had been drinking all day.
Honestly, I had been thinking about getting a bamboo tattoo and I do not regret it. I grabbed my friend Chris to come with me while my other friends held down our table at the bar. I walked into the tattoo shop and realized I had no idea what to get. I knew I wanted a word related to travel.
After throwing some words out, Chris said “Journey.” Perfect. Sold. The guy translated journey into Thai and another guy tattooed what I hoped was the correct translation on my foot. Worst case scenario it said penis. Either way, it would be a good story.
And it begins…
Months later I was heading to Spain. It was then that I set a goal to get ink in every country I visited. It needed to be in the native language and be related to travel. I decided I will place each tattoo in a line down my back.
These tattoos have become a representation of my travels. A souvenir that I do not throw in a drawer and forget. Each one has taught me something about an area of the world I have never previously been to.
Anar pel mon
Catalonia was once an autonomous province in the northeast corner of Spain. In 1714, Barcelona along with the rest of Catalonia fell to the Spanish and lost its autonomy. Its native language, Catalan, was almost lost along with it. There was an attempt at revival in the early 1900’s but in 1939 the racist regime that had emerged imposed a harsh penalty for anyone who spoke it. Finally in 1978, democracy was restored and Catalan was revived once again. Even to the point of required schools in the region to only instruct in Catalan.
I was introduced to the language when I was visiting Barcelona in 2017. I knew I wanted a tattoo representing Spain. I preferred not to get a tattoo in Spanish because that could represent many countries. Anar pel mon’ is a Catalan phrase that roughly translates to “Go for the World.”
I was in Japan snowboarding. I dragged my friends and our snowboard bags through downtown Tokyo in the early morning. I only had a few hours to get a tattoo before my flight.
The first kanji is “journey,” and the second is “to go.” Together they become a verb as in traveling or currently in motion on a treck.
I spent two weeks in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. In 1960, two years after receiving independence, ‘Bunga Raya’ was named Malaysia’s national flower. The hibiscus flower has vibrant colors that symbolize the courage and vitality of the people. Bunga Raya literally means “celebratory flower” and reflects the celebration of unity in the nation.
Zumrud Khatulistiwa is Bahasa Indonesian for “Emerald of the Equator.” Indonesia has this nickname due to its green and lush tropical rainforests and its geographic position along the equator. I need to thank my friend Firman from Tribe for this tattoo idea. Firman is the ‘night guy’ at the hostel I was staying at and since I’m always up all night, we became fast friends. He loves history and would teach me all about Indonesia. Thanks Firman!
The script on my back translates to “Start Somewhere.” I spent three months in Bali, Indonesia. Bahasa Bali or Balinese is a language specific to the island of Bali. Traditionally the language is written in script, natively known as Aksara Bali. Aksara Bali is a dying language. It can be seen on building and signs throughout the island but there are very few people that still read and write it. Through my tattoo, I am doing my part to help keep the language alive.
And many more…
Someday I will be old and senile, living in a nursing home. A young, hot care tech will be giving me a bed bath. He will ask about my stretched and faded tattoos. I will be reminded of all the places I have traveled and all the people I have met. And that will make every painful tattoo worth it.
(I did confirm that my Thailand tattoo does indeed say “Journey”… I am tempted to get “Don’t Stop Believing” on my other foot.)
Traveling to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia was a last minute decision. I barely did any research prior to booking the ticket. I knew I needed to renew my visa and flights to KL were cheap. Plus, I am always excited to explore a new country.
Surprise, I’m coming to visit!
My boyfriend, Cliff, booked a last minute plane ticket to come see me. It took him forty-forty hours of travel but he made it to Kuala Lumpur. Five years ago he didn’t even have a passport and now he is traveling alone halfway across the world. I was excited to show him where I have been all summer. I was planning to stay in KL until August 7th, but I really wanted Cliff to see Bali. So we decided to fly back to Indonesia earlier than I planned. We did spend a few days exploring KL before we missed boarded our flight to Bali.
For those wondering based on my last blog, flying back early will affect my original visa plan. I did have to pay for another Visa on Arrival (VOA) and I will have to go through the full renewal process. Both are completely worth it.
Capsule Hotels: Sleeping in a morgue?
Capsule hotels are starting to gain popularity all over the world but they originated in Japan in 1979 as a solution to a growing number of business men needing low cost accommodations in the city. A traditional capsule room is essentially a box that is wide enough for a twin mattress and tall enough to allow a person to sit upright. When these boxes are stacked on top of each other they resemble… a morgue. I know it doesn’t sound very inviting but please have an open mind. Although capsule hotels in the past were very basic, new hotels have high end bedding and a long list of amenities including gyms, restaurants and pools. I encourage you to read this article before you make your decision regarding a capsule hotel.
I decided to stay at Mingle @ Chinatown in Kuala Lumpur. A friend from Bali recomended it me. I reserved a private twin capsule room. When I arrived I discovered I had been upgraded to a queen capsule room. I am positive that the hostel is psychic and knew Cliff would be coming to visit.
Mingle is not a dedicated capsule hotel but as many other accommodations have discovered, a capsule provides a more efficient use of space. The capsule rooms at Mingle are designed to give people a private room with a small “living” area. Essentially, the design consists of bunk beds with opposite openings creating two separate private rooms.
My queen capsule room had a queen mattress sized “bunk bed.” It did seem a little strange to have a huge bed, but only a 7 x 4 foot area to “live in”. It was perfect for me, but I do not recommend it for two people. Or at least Cliff does not recommend it for two people.
Must See: Heli Lounge Bar
If you are ever in Kuala Lumpur, you must go to the Heli Lounge Bar. Every evening a bar is set up on a helipad that is still used during the day. It has amazing views of the city including the Petronas Towers. The bar is a popular place to watch the sunset over KL. Our intention was to get there at sunset. But… squirrel. Is that a craft beer bar? It took longer than expected but we eventually made it to the lounge.
I actually recommend arriving to the lounge after dark when all the buildings are already lit up. We were there on a Monday and there wasn’t a crowd or a line to get in. Entry was free with purchase of a beverage. Please do your research before you visit. I have been told that it can be really crowded and sometimes has a cover charge.
Are the Petronas Twin Towers a must see?
Even before Cliff actually booked his ticket, we had talked about what there was to do in KL. He was really excited about the Petronas Twin Towers.
I have been to a lot of beautiful places in my travels and I’ve also regrettably paid to see the “best view” at the top of some tourist attraction. I refuse to take another crowded elevator ride to the top of a building just to take a photo. A photo that is inadvertently photobombed by some girl trying to get the perfect instagram shot.
Of course when Cliff ended up in Kuala Lumpur, he wanted to visit the observation deck in the towers. So we did what all couples do… compromise. (Haha, I almost peed my pants from laughing.) Instead, I bribed Cliff with alcohol. For less than the price of admission to the observation deck, we could have cocktails AND a view at Heli Lounge Bar. In the end, Cliff did decide to visit the less pricey Sky Deck at the KL Tower while I was working. So I guess we did compromise.
We still visited the towers and they are actually pretty cool. The outside features these crazy multi-faceted walls of perfectly polished stainless steel and glass. Even at ground level the stainless steel had not one fingerprint on it. I am convinced there are Oompa Loompa’s secretly polishing the steel when no one is looking. At the bottom of the towers is the Suria KLCC mall. The mall is enormous. It has six floors and over 35 acres of shopping, including two huge food courts. It was the biggest mall I had ever seen until…
Berjaya Times Square
I had an appointment with a tattoo artist to get a new tattoo. It happened to be inside Berjaya Times Square. I had never heard of Berjaya Times Square and didn’t realize it was one of the largest malls in the world. We walked through the entrance of the building into an atrium that was at least nine stories tall. Every time we turned a corner, there would be another wing of stores. The mall contains a bowling alley, an Imax theater, a paint ball arena, an archery, multiple grocery stores, a police beat, a hotel and an entire section called Tiny Taipei with narrow streets and shops to look like a shopping street In Taipei.
If that wasn’t enough, I saved the best for last. The mall contains an entire amusement park. Not just a few rides. A full size amusement park with every ride you would expect to see at Six Flags including a full size rollercoaster. The mall is insane.
And, no, we did not ride the roller coaster. Even though Cliff turned into a little child at the sight of it. “Mom, Can we? Can we?” We soon discovered that we could not just purchase a ticket to the rollercoaster. We had to buy an admission ticket to the whole amusement park, which was really expensive. Especially for one ride. Who would pay the entrance fee for Disney World and just ride Pirates of the Caribbean?
I don’t think I have touched on this yet. In Bali and Malaysia alcohol is expensive and hard to get due to religious reasons. Many restaurants only serve beer. And by beer, I mean one brand of beer. One positive is that you don’t have to agonize over what your beverage of choice will be.
Be Warned! Restaurants will advertise “Happy Hour: 2 for 1 mojitos.” These are VIRGIN mojitos. I repeat. These are VIRGIN mojitos. Don’t be fooled. And don’t be that person who says “I’m wasted.” No, Ma’am, you are not. You were drinking a virgin, organic, vegan mango smoothie. There are plenty of places you can still imbibe. Just expect to pay close or even more than American prices.
Ok. That’s fine. At least I can get free, unlimited alcohol at the airport lounge. NOPE. Kuala Lumpur International Airport (KUL) has only one Priority Pass lounge airside that serves free alcohol. And only Carlsberg beer. That is it. For anyone headed to KUL, head to the Plaza Premium Lounge in the klia2 terminal. It is located airside on level 2 of international departures. The lounge is located next to Gate L8. Be careful, there are five Plaza Premium Lounges at KUL. Choose Wisely.
I am sure at this point someone reading this post is waving their finger at me. They are concerned for my well being. Questioning why I am so concerned with the lack of alcohol in Kuala Lumpur. Questioning why drinking at the airport is so important…
Oops. I made us miss our flight.
Cliff and I missed our flight. It was completely my fault. I wasn’t ready in time and we missed the bus to the airport. I am pretty sure this is the first time I actually missed my flight. Which is pretty good considering the amount of traveling I do and the fact that I am always running late. It was destined to happen sooner or later. Thankfully my boyfriend is the most easy going person in the world and wasn’t even fazed.
Even though it was my fault we were running late, I think we could have made the flight (or at least Cliff could have) if it wasn’t for the AirAsia employees at KUL. I have flown AirAsia before and have not had any issues but I do not recommend flying with them out of KUL. If you do, plan to arrive at the airport at least five hours early.
When we arrived at the airport the check-in line for AirAsia was roped off. A large number of other travelers were standing around trying to figure out where to go and the AirAsia employee was refusing to help anyone. She was just standing there blatantly ignoring people. It was like we didn’t even exist. She finally decided to speak and said that everyone had to use the check-in kiosk to obtain luggage tags and then drop their bags off at the drop-off only counter. Since we were running late, the kiosk would not let us check-in and said we needed to see an attendant. I tried to tell her that but I did not get any form of a response. Anyone we tried to ask would point us in a different direction. Finally a bunch of passengers including me, ducked the rope and got in line.
By the time we reached the check-in counter it was too late. The agent checked us in but said my bag would not make the flight. No problem, I thought. It can go on the next one… False. AirAsia requires you to fly with your bag. Cliff, who only had a carry on, tried to make the flight but the door closed as he arrived to the gate.
We both ended up having to purchase new tickets at full price. Finding the ticket counter went as well as trying to check in. I am starting to think AirAsia intentionally slows down the check in process. There seemed to be an abnormally large number of passengers that had missed their flights and were required to purchase a new ticket. Finally, after buying new tickets we were on our way to Bali!
I made my way to Ubud, Bali. My reservation at Tribe Theory in Canggu was done. I was sad to leave. Many of the people that stay at Tribe are there for a month or longer. We became a little family. It was my safety net and I needed to spread my wings and fly.
First impressions of Ubud: It is beautiful and very touristy. I assumed the beach towns in Bali would be more crowded but I was wrong. Ubud has upscale stores and restaurants with the people to match.
I am staying at the Shindu Homestay. I have my own patio. There is always a carafe of hot water on the table for tea and coffee. The breakfast is also amazing and free.
I thought all WIFI was the same. It is not. I have been learning the hard way. I can watch youtube and surf the web without a problem. Teaching english… problem.
I received a slap on the wrist for an IT issue. So I googled the nearest co-working place and practically ran there before my next class. This cost me a lot of money and time.
I am only booked at the homestay until tomorrow. I just, as I am writing this, found a place to stay with appropriate WIFI.
A Free Visit Visa grants you thirty days in Indonesia for free but is not extendable. It is issued at the immigration checkpoint and does not need to be applied for in advance.
A VOA (Visa on arrival) grants you up to sixty days in Indonesia. On arrival to the immigration check point, you need to purchase the visa for $37 BEFORE IMMIGRATION. This grants you thirty days AND the option to extend.
Extending the visa for another thirty days is not the easiest process. It takes three different appointments over a weeks time and more money. From what I have read, it compares to going to the DMV in the US three days in a row.
I’m Going to Malaysia.
After thirty days with a Free Visit Visa or sixty days with a VOA you must leave the country or face heavy fines. Although, there is not a specific length of time you must leave the country for before you can come back.
Let me introduce the “Visa Run.” A visa run entails leaving the country and then re-entering to obtain a new visa. The travelers I have met usually fly to the closest, cheapest country and fly black. Sometimes in the same day.
I have a VOA and would have to start the renewal process this week. This will only get me another thirty days and I will be here longer than that. So I would also have to do a “visa run.”
Instead of going through the whole renewal process, I am going to fly to Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia. Instead of turning right back around, I am going to stay there for a few weeks. When I re-enter Indonesia I should receive a new visa and it should last me until I come back to the states.
Sorry, that’s a lot of information. In short, I am going to Malaysia for seventeen days. Then I am coming back to Indonesia.
The Monkey Ate My Cookie
I went to visit the Monkey Forest so I could check one off the “what your supposed to do when you visit Bali” list. It was a bunch of monkeys with a bunch of tourists trying to take photos. This may sound weird… but I already have a lot of photos with monkeys.
After I left, I went to a pharmacy to buy some food. I had to walk twenty feet. Just out the pharmacy’s door and into Hubud. At about thirteen feet, a monkey jumps on me and grabs the whole unopened package of cookies. He came out of nowhere.
I put my head down in shame and went back into the store to buy another package of cookies. This time I put the package down my pants and ran door to door.
I would not have been a happy girl if that monkey stole my cookies again. You can steal my cookies once and I will let it go. Twice, I’ll cut you. Obviously, the monkey would kick my ass but I would give it a good fight. And flip him off as the ambulance drove away.
Word of advice: Do not pay to get into the monkey forest. Just hang out in the area around it with a box of cookies. Preferably vanilla filled.