Understated
By Elliot Horen, Information Science and Marketing
There are some on this trip who rise with the sun, enjoy a wholesome breakfast of fresh fruit, wheat toast, and clean ocean air, and meditate to center themselves as they mentally prepare for the day.
I have no rational explanation for these people, who must float in a higher plane of magical realism, but I do have some jealously.
My alarm chirped at 8:48 AM, leaving me twelve minutes to center myself and no time to eat.
The alarm marked the start of the morning triage. Locating a clean shirt: difficult but essential. Finding clean shorts: a poor use of limited resources. Getting my contacts into the right eyes: code red.
I blinked and I was on the bus headed for Udayana University.
We arrived to a leafy campus twenty minutes from our hotel and were ushered into a large auditorium. After learning about the university and listening to several presentations about Bali and the unique climatic challenges here, we asked questions of a panel of presenters. I've started to become familiar with the slight chuckle of an academic asked about the Donald Trump. It's a quiet laugh inevitably followed by a polite statement like, "We don't see eye to eye." When it comes to politics, Indonesian professors are apparently fond of understatement.
One boxed lunch and a thirty minute bus ride later, we were back in a classroom at our hotel for a session that focused on historical building practices. We learned about the way earlier civilizations constructed homes and other structures in harmony with the environment, no LEED standards required.
After a two hour game of tennis that served to remind me of how long it has been since I last played tennis and dinner at a beachside restaurant, I headed to sleep. I considered rising with the sun, but thought better of it. Maybe I'd be generous and give myself fifteen minutes to get up.













