REYKJAVIK.









The 7 hour plane ride was perfect compared to the 20+ hours it takes to get to Southeast Asia. We arrived to chilly 45 degree weather and tons of wind which followed us throughout the trip. Our "plan" was to mountain bike but domestic airline baggage costs left us having to scramble to find bike rental places to hit up when we got into the country, long story short we only found a handful of places and my plan everything ended up succumbing to Dustin's go with the flow philosophies. This wasn't just with the bikes it seemed impossible to find any good beta if you wanted to do a self led, unguided trip everything in Iceland revolves around their guiding/tourism business. When we got to Iceland turns out you just have to use .is to find everything and anything: climbing.is, mountaintrails.is, biking.is....you get the idea.

We arrived in the Keflavik, found a bus to take us to Reykjavik, found the city campground and set up camp. The campground is like a hotel: a wide field that holds 600+ tents, indoor bathrooms, showers, wifi, running water, free stove fuel, cooking areas, grills, and more all for $30 for the 3 of us. The first few days we spent in the city visiting the local bouldering gym for climbing beta, renting a vehicle, trying local eats like whale, and getting our bearings. The people are super helpful pointing out places for us to visit, things to see, rocks to climb, and pools to soak in.

SWELL.


HELLO 25.

Our one mishap, a rock falling from my route and singeing a hole in our rope.

If you look close you can see one of Dustin's b-day presents...a mullet.
Bloody knuckles.
Indian Creek--The North and South Six Shooter

It was my birthday, so by tradition I got a weekend. When Dustin asked what I wanted to do, in my coming to terms with 25 and needing something hardcore to override my fears, I instantly responded <<climb until my knuckles bleed>>. I know, I'm weird. So being the great husband he is, he complied and 1)borrowed the biggest cam I have ever laid my hands on 2)bought bolts and chains 3)packed the gear, picked me up from work, and we headed south.

Not only did I get my bloody knuckles, but I got in the first bolt to my own personal route in our crag. Also, that aforementioned cam was bomber protection while hand drilling bolts. So, here's to a quarter century, big cams, and of course bloody knuckles.

SOMOS MOCHILEROS.

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Throw back to Dustin's South America travels with Scott and Tyler--when the three of them decided to blog together.

Here's a teaser:

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BALI.

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Ubud Monkey Forest
Ubud Monkey Forest Tanah Temple
for a wedding present, and to give us an escape from family, my uncle danny bought us a trip to bali. bali is a tiny island with tons to explore. we only had 4 days so it was a pretty quick trip. we hopped on air asia from the k.l.  airport, the great thing about southeast asia is once you're there it's cheap to hop around. the bali airport is quite large considering, but visa lines are long and no escaping...unless you want slip an officer a $100 bill and he'll show you to a(nother) shorter line. my cousin vacations there quite a bit and has a driver he always meets up with so we opted for that option, especially with the crazy traffic patterns (or lack there of) and the short amount of time--we wanted to see as much as we could! even on our meager budget at $20 a day we thought he was a steal. he knew all the shortcuts, the touristy traps to skip and ones worth the trip, the hidden waterfalls and temples to check out, best food, local artisans who wouldn't rip you off, and we basically had a personal tour guide with us all along the way. he had grown up in bali, was hindu, and was more than willing to answer any questions we conjured up.
my uncle covered our accommodations at probably the nicest place either of us will ever stay. the "w" in seminyak. when you arrive in seminyak you pull off the main road leaving behind the horns, bumper to bumper cars, and gobs of tourists; and start down a private cobble stoned driveway enclosed by a green vine tunnel. suddenly the tunnel opens to a green forest dotted with villas and the main retreat. getting out of the car you're so mesmerized by the surrounding greenery and peacefulness you've entered you don't notice your bags being whisked away, a mango nectar drink has been placed in your hand, you're greeted by a friendly hostess and being escorted to your room. at some point we started taking in that we were surrounded by ex-rugby players and their model wives. everyone is well above the 5'11 height and there's a vodka photo shoot taking place at the bar. no one seemed to notice that we didn't fit in with our backpacking attire--probably because of the height difference. i'm pretty sure if we weren't so curious to explore the island we would have happily never left the w for all four days. there was a private beach, people would come by and set drinks by your lounge chair, give you a shoulder rub, and i haven't even described our shower which was the size of a large room with water streams coming at you from all directions!
alas, we bucked up and left our sanctuary to explore the authentic culture of the island. we visited rice patties, hiked to secluded water falls, left behind the throngs of people to the countryside, visited the sacred sanctuaries and temples of the locals, saw the workings of every type of artisan from wooden masks, to tapestries, to metal. swam in crystal clear waters, had tea in the countryside, lunch by a rice patty, saw men carrying loads at least 4 times their size balanced with a forehead strap, visited a temple on accessible during low tide, and even explored a monkey forest. in the 4, really 3 days (let's be honest we did take a day to enjoy the "w") we had, we only touched a portion of the island. but it served its purpose and we headed back to family sunburned and relaxed.
Full Set | Bali

WOODED WEDDING.














Surrounded by family, friends, giant quakies, and of course Henry Weinhard's cream soda...good times

LOLLIPOP.

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the batu caves--with all the traditions that surround this ground the one memory that sticks in my mind is from when I was 4. my parents and I were visiting the area and I had just been rewarded a nice juicy lollipop for my good behavior (you do have to climb 272 steps to enter). just as we were entering a caves a monkey came right up to me and we stared eye to eye, he swiped the lollipop and swung away shrieking in delight. all I could say was, "dad that monkey took my lollipop and didn't even say please!"

the real highlight of visiting the batu caves, aside from seeing our primate friends, is when you can hit the timing right to experience Thaipusam, a hindu holiday dedicated to Lord Murugan. in KL the "pilgrimage" is from petaling street ending at the top of the 272 steps. from my understanding it is a sacrifice so many will carry heavy loads the most notable is you'll see people in trances being carried by family members. some can enter a trance so deep to not feel pain and will pierce their bodies with wooden spears or hooks--it is really quite the experience. 

this trip we were too early for Thaipusam and I neglected to carry any lollipops, so alas it was pretty uneventful!

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