I know I should be walking to one of the little local cafés for my morning coffee. Trouble is, I’m up before the sun, and none of them open before eight. The only place near my hostel doing coffee at 7am is Starbucks, so a Venti latte in Ubud it is, every single day. Yes, I know it’s Starbucks. But the staff write something nice on the cup every time, and they’re genuinely lovely, so I’ve made my peace with being a walking cliché. Support local hospitality starts at 8am for me, apparently.
