The Paved Paradise

ThePavedParadise is an image blog about Bali – but not the pretty, lush Bali you see in holiday catalog’s.
No, I’m not striving to find the beauty of Bali, I’m capturing the everyday life of living here, not holidaying here. If you're looking for luxury resorts, you're in the wrong place.

I am not a photographer (and it shows, I know), I can't afford a fancy camera, but I have so much to capture…
Expect to see cafe racers, sportsbikes, and other motorbikes too - I'm an avid rider.

Thinking of buying a little tent next week and roughing it over the weekend. With minimal things as possible - camping out of a small backpack. Because why the hell not..?
Picked up new batteries for my old camera and a new 32gb SDHC card for my GoPro.
Motorcycle
Tent
Water
Camera stuff
Lighter
Machete
Clothes
Paper & Pen
That’s already too much by my book. Think I’ll just get super lost on the bike, check out whatever looks neat as I go, and then the sun sneaks toward the horizon I’ll seek out a place to make a fire and sleep. Pretty simple (yay Into the Wild, hehe).
Now that I’ve posted this, I’ll feel obliged to not put it off to a later date :D
Photo from here

Thinking of buying a little tent next week and roughing it over the weekend. With minimal things as possible - camping out of a small backpack. Because why the hell not..?

Picked up new batteries for my old camera and a new 32gb SDHC card for my GoPro.

  • Motorcycle
  • Tent
  • Water
  • Camera stuff
  • Lighter
  • Machete
  • Clothes
  • Paper & Pen

That’s already too much by my book. Think I’ll just get super lost on the bike, check out whatever looks neat as I go, and then the sun sneaks toward the horizon I’ll seek out a place to make a fire and sleep. Pretty simple (yay Into the Wild, hehe).

Now that I’ve posted this, I’ll feel obliged to not put it off to a later date :D

Photo from here

Urban Decay

Urban Decay

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You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis. You’re the all-singing, all-dancing crap of the world.

Tyler Durden - Fight Club

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Put this together yesterday. All shot from my bedroom window. This song was playing the very first time I compiled these photos into a video and watched - it seemed to fit.

Song: Dead Sound - The Raveonettes

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theblunderdownunder:

I’ve been here for about a week now and I’m enjoying it quite a bit. I haven’t done anything notable yet. The central tourist area, Kuta, isn’t what I’m primarily interested in. It seems to have been perverted by western tourism. If I want reckless debauchery I can go to Las Vegas. I prefer to wander the hazardously busy streets (because there are no sidewalks), check out the stone carving stores, buy satay and martabak from street vendors, and chat with the local people.

Sometimes I will borrow my cousin’s bike and just go off in a random direction. Getting lost, or as I like to call it, exploring, is my favourite way to learn about a new place. I get to see the parts of Bali that are unspoiled by western development. I watch the rice farmers work painstakingly to plant and harvest the crops. The amount work necessary to cultivate and harvest rice is so mindblowingly great that I’m shocked that rice isn’t 100x more expensive than it is. These farmers work harder than most of us can even imagine.

I like watching the kids play with their giant kites. These kids are so unfazed by their lack of iPads or video games. I marvel at the architecture of the numerous Hindu shrines and familial compounds. I take note of the various offerings presented at entrance of every home and shop Hindu custom. Some offer small portions of food that the wandering dogs will eat. Others may offer a cigarette because which god doesn’t enjoy the occasional smoke break?

When I want to return home and have no clue how to do so, I’ll ask a shopkeeper for help with my broken Indonesian. I’ve learned two things from this: 1) Do not take for granted that everyone here knows how to read or write. When I ask for the name of the street I’m on I rarely understand what they’re saying, so I ask them to write it down; some of them couldn’t. 2) Very few people know how to read a map or where they were on a map. Despite their willingness to help steer me in the right direction, these two factors made getting home a small adventure.

I’m very glad I’m here. Being here has helped me dispel many assumptions I had about Indonesia. It has been very pleasing to learn how welcoming people here can be, so much so that I have already been invited to a wedding. It’s in a couple hours. I better get ready.

Great post and a good read.

First time I’ve broken my ‘no reblogs’ rule, nice work.

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Somewhere in Singapore

Somewhere in Singapore

Me, speeding.

Me, speeding.

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Sunset time-lapse, 16th May 2012.

Sunset isn’t that great, but the clouds are - especially with the rice field reflection.

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