PASTRY COOK ON THE ROAD
The first day at a stage is undoubtably the hardest. You’re always in the way because there’s never enough room, you never know where to find anything, and no one knows you. Mentally it’s a lonely day.
Now compound this with being in a foreign country where there are language and cultural barriers. I was treading new territory and feeling a bit of trepidation.
I should have known better in Bali.
At last! After a grand total of 41 hours in the air and three airports, I’m happy to report I have made it safely to Bali. And the first thing I had to do was take off my socks. Skin is not meant to be suffocated here—or else you will.
Happened across this timely piece on enlightening (sea)food experiences in Asia, contributed to by chefs, travel and food writers. I only hope to be as prolific in my explorations!
– C
Photo by Cooper Carras; Bali, Indonesia, 2009
So you think I am basking in the warm glow of tropical sun on the island of Bali? I am not. Instead I am still decked out in sweaters and scarves on the East Coast in Washington, DC.
What happened to my January 8th departure? Oh, the woe of visas.
CHEWYFOODLIFE 