Tony ate Padang food: fried lungs, intestine goulash, beef rendang. Lunch date: Indonesian dadang puppeteer and his translator

Tony had street food at this huge market

Not sure if this is the hotel where Tony sat at the pool and said “So this, too, is Bali, I guess — or it is now. Thank you, Jimmy Buffett, for taking a big dump on the world. Another wagyu slider, my good man. Yes, thank you. By weight, how much human waste is generated by your average person on vacation. Look around you. Do the math. I want a water sample. I’m telling you, the fecal coliform count is going to be interesting. I’m sure there’s a metaphor here. Am I bitter? Am I just old? Do I just have, like, a predisposition of instinctive hatred of young people? Perhaps. Enjoy the moment. The words of Baba Ram Dass: ‘Be here now.’ But I am here now. I’m not actually having sliders. You eat those fucking things.”

Tony had roasted pig here.

Tony took a boat ride to this island and had fresh lobster with an anthropologist on this island that used to be a penal colony.