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    Here Comes the Gram Weenies

    We are officially weighed in…Down to the gram!

    We’re both super excited about how our pack weights for our trans-alps trip have turned out. Both our base pack weights are nice and light, our paragliding gear comes in at about half of a standard kit and our total pack weights are looking sweet. Melody’s pack weighs 31.5lbs with 3 days food and fuel and mine is 36.9lbs with the same. Now that we can carry across the Alps!

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    Frankenharnesses and a Sea of Sil

    It amazes me how much gear we can make for a trip on which we are each only taking one backpack. But, oh, how much these backpacks can hold! Sati and I have been busy in our shop making and customizing gear for our trans-Alps trip. Here is a list of what we’ve made or modified so far:

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    Spring Training

    The sun is finally coming out in the rainy (usually , this year) Bay Area. That combined with the fact that we had to say goodbye to our winter cabin in Tahoe last weekend has given way to spring training!

    Last weekend we headed out to the Briones Reservoir for a 15.5 mile hike. The trails that we used are on East Bay MUD land. I’ve always wanted to visit them but until recently (at least we discovered recently) you needed a hard to obtain permit to legally hike them. Now, you still need the permit but they are much easier to obtain. A quick trip to the EBMUD website and you can buy a 1 year permit for $10, so we did.

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    France -> Switzerland -> Austria -> Italy -> Slovenia

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    The planning for our vol bivouac trip continues. We’ve just about got our route nailed down. For the last few months I’ve been studying maps of the Alps, getting acquainted with paragliding sites and flying regions, reading forums and generally madly trying to soak up as much information and I can about how a couple might sky camp their way from France to Slovenia around the alpine arc. I’ve learned the names of many a valley and have become truely inspired by the kind of hiking, flying and adventuring Melody and I will be doing this summer. The Alps look really amazing!

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    The Joy of Indonesia

    Seems you can soar anything here…..

    Soaring the Nikko Hotel – Nusa Dua, Bali:

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    The Edge of the Earth

    The second half of our Alor trip was an exploration of some of the traditional tribal villages in Alor’s interior. Alor is a odd shaped volcanic island with fantastic bays and lagoons backed by white and black sand beaches strewn with coral on the coast. Mountains rise precipitously immediately behind the coast line. In these mountains there remain a few traditional villages where the people live in thatch houses constructed as they have been for centuries.

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    Alor!

    Four days before we were supposed to fly to Flores, Sati mentioned the Alor Archipelago, a chain of islands in East Nusa Tengara, just north of West Timor. After reading what little was written about Alor in our guidebook, we spent the next few hours in a travel planning run-around like only Indonesia can conjure. The next day, we were on a propeller plane headed east.

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    Shop, Shop, Shop!

    Ubud is quite nice. They call it Bali’s  “cultural heart” and there are a multitude of activities for the tourist to engage in that are aimed at introducing them to Balinese culture. To be fair the villages surrounding Ubud are beautiful and steeped in the full richness of Balinese Hindu tradition. In some ways Ubud might be the cultural heart of an island that is jam packed with culture. It certainly is the epicenter of tasteful, upscale tourism and its associated art and shopping madness.

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    Weirdly Awesome

    As I drive through the villages completely relaxed or we see our friends at launch I allow myself, momentarily, to feel like a natural part of this place. But every single day, the moments that remind me that we are not in Kansas anymore are hilariously charming. “Did you just see that?!” I ask Sati delightfully so many times each day. Huge yellow dump trucks piled high with massive limestone boulders say “I love you full” in two foot high block letters across their windshields. Other similar trucks come barreling down a steep, narrow road at us with “Risky” emblazoned on their windshields. Indonesians have adopted toilet paper for many other uses and most warungs (little restaurants) have plastic dispensers specifically for toilet paper to use as napkins. Some people here row out in boats just to fly kites. Other people make kites that create a weird, we’re-being-invaded-by-aliens sound and then tie their kites off to fly on their own all night. Teeny kids hide behind fences and pop out long enough to say, “I love you!” and then duck and hide, giggling insatiably. Mothers take all four uniformed kids to school on a motorbike at once. In some villages, when all the kids are in uniform and walking to school, girls carry stick rakes and boys carry machetes. Pringles come in softshell crab, shrimp and seaweed flavors. There is a brand of snacks called Pura Agung that has no indication on the packaging what the snack is made of; some are shrimp crisps, others are fried sweets, others are shredded coconut cakes – you just take your chances until you can recognize those you like. Fifty motorbikes might decided to drive at you in your lane in the wrong direction to get past a bit of traffic on their side of the narrow median. People have fake police lights on their cars. It’s all just weirdly awesome.

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    Up to the Mountains

    We took a trip north to Bedugul to check out some hot springs and temples. We decided to go straight to the hot springs because we have been so stressed out (heh heh). Our directions seemed clear and we were following along smoothly when they just sort of ended with, “the destination village is Desa Angseri, but people will know the area as “patung jagung”, ask locals for directions from here.” So we asked a few people and they kept pointing back the way we had come. In my limited, but improving Bahasa Indonesia, I asked how far it was back. We kept asking people and they kept saying back, back. We were nearly back to the original turn in the directions, when we looked up what “patung jagung” meant in our dictionary. We had been asking people where the corn statue is. Not the hot springs. Not the area where the village is located. The corn statue. Thanks, directions. After this, it was very easy to ask directions to the actual hot springs and we drove through some very remote villages, in which everyone stared at us as we bumped along, and finally reached the springs.

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