Ok. So I didn’t do Italy or India…but I have seen many many temples (pray) and have eaten my weight in everything covered in peanut sauce (eat)….
Playing the gamelan
I had the opportunity to watch a performance of the Barong and Kris Dance – the pamphlet they provided for me defies any kind of understanding and just might be the most confusing translation I have ever seen…suffice it to say most of these things are about the struggle between good and evil and involve a lot of men wearing make-up and strange masks….and usually a monkey.
I’m not sure if she represents good or evil but she has FABULOUS eye make-up
Some more shots for you…
I’m also not sure if they are good or evil but they have fabulous eye make-up, as well
And then there was this guy….
I think he was a witch maybe?
Whatever he is, all I could think was…he kind of reminds me of Tina Turner with that hair…and in spite of myself starting humming “Private Dancer”…
Toured around the countryside – lush, gorgeous. Lots of rice fields. The photos below are from Ubud. All of the work in the paddies is done manually…and the processing of the rice is, too. Everywhere we drove we saw mats on the side of the road in the sun so that the rice could dry – usually with a woman sitting beside it to make sure the chickens didn’t eat it…in fact, most of the hard labour I have seen (aside from construction) has been carried out by women. Harvesting the rice (which looks like some nasty, dirty work and makes me thankful for a lot of things…) walking for miles for water, temple offerings, huge baskets filled with food – all on their heads….they are some tough chicks.
And another view…
Again, in Ubud
The big thing to see in Ubud is the volcano. It was pretty foggy yesterday….but you get the idea.
This was my view while I ate lunch…
And just a couple of more things before I go….as I am sitting in a bar with free WIFI at 7:30 pm on a Friday night. I’m half-watching a kick-a** rugby game surrounded by Aussies….and even though I am drinking beer…I feel like an Accenture geek sitting here with my laptop…
To address the (not) love portion of Elizabeth Gilbert’s well-known book, not counting the numerous advances made by the guys who have sold me beer on the beach, the men selling me my souvenirs, the security guards at my hotel (and to clarify – I know this is NOT because I am the most amazing thing they have ever seen – I’m female, foreign and here on my own….they have all probably read Eat Pray Love, too….and have visions of immigration visas dancing in their heads…) – my tour guide asked me if he could be my boyfriend today. After a conversation that took far too long after I initially declined…I mean his English wasn’t great but NO, absolutely not, never ever going to happen, HELL no and TIDAK (no in Indonesian)…I thought a prolonged discussion of said response was really unnecessary. Of course, he chose to bring this up at the point in our journey (on a motorbike – yes, Mom, I had a helmet) at the furthest point away from the hotel. Let’s just say that the ride back – more than an hour on the WORST roads I have ever seen (seriously – for you Torontonians…construction on the Gardinder has NOTHING on where I was today…) was rather uncomfortable – literally and figuratively.
So, (not) love in Indonesia. 🙂
Most of you know – and well, all of you know, now – how essential coffee is to me. (My brother could tell you stories about searching for coffee in remote villages in Ireland…and no, really strong tea doesn’t cut it…) That said, no trip to Bali would be complete without drinking coffee that came out of a civet’s butt. Yup. I did. And it is some damn fine coffee (any Twin Peaks fans out there? <grin>).
Previously sleeping civet…
I’m not sure if the coffee I bought came out of his behind or the behind of someone else…but, Dad, I’m bringing some home for you. 🙂