Keep em coming (Updated
Where does one start when there’s so much too say? How to arrange it ? Chronological, emphatic, spatial ? Who knows? But ill stick with the pattern. Oh yeah, Big Ups to all the friends, family and students who are actually keeping in touch!! I really enjoy the emails!
Day 15: Arise to fried tofu and tempeh with toast & sweet tea. Yum. (gluttony has always s been my favorite sin !) Elvira called to make sure all was well and to get me to fix their computer. So got the family online and signed up for an Yahoo! email Account. God I hate Dial-up. Needing a day of fun and sun all 7 of us piled into the car and headed to Kuta. (read OZ’s Tijuana ) Beep! Beep! Kuta beach is long with white sand small/midsize shore break and brown/blue water with swarms of people. We posted up right in front of the little police station and next to one of the countless vendors selling beer and boards. Good combo. But Im on detox.
Matt, the boys (Rizky, Kenny, & Machell) and I frolicked in the waves for hours. When we returned to the sand, Dwi surprised us with a excellent lunch. Rice (Nasi) with tempeh and mixed veggies and sambal. Dessert was a Banana tamale. Washed down with a Pocari Sweat. Mmmmm. Mellowed out and let the food digest, until I saw the boys bust out the ball. Ran on down and proceeded to get clobbered by Marchel and Rizky in a few game of football (Soccer for you Americans). Kept getting sidetracked by all the beautiful girls running around half naked & topless, especially some French girl taking model shots with her boyfriend. (Don’t worry Naomi) Matt’s white ass decide to get sun block, so we meandered by ourselves up on of the many alleys all selling the same crap. No further that 2 stores in we met some “friends” who wanted to sell me some sunglasses, “350 rupiah” Hell yeah I thought. Changed some money in a clothing store, grabbed some sunblock forn Circle K and went back. “350,000” ….. “ohhhhh, Yeah right, ill give you 50,000”. Bargaining ensued and I walked out with some knockoff Dragon sunglasses for 100,000. Could’ve got them for 1,000 but oh well, learned form that experience. Back to the Beach, right in from of the police station some one says, “Weed, Marijuana” I just look and laugh. Como se dice “Set up”. More swimming, football, and sun. Matts turn to bargain. He ends getting some fake Rusty shorts for 60,000. Minutes later Dwi gets 5 pairs for 100,000. Local price. Tourist price. Pineapples carved for 20,000and mixed fruit for 4,000. Yum. The Sun was setting as we decided to go eat.
To the Mall !!! Same as any other mall except you can bargain. Pizza Hut was Dwi's choice, with all the other tourists, namely the extra large Americans. Two personal veggies and a Large (read – small/medium) Supreme. Topped off with Avocado shakes and Coca-Colas. All for 180,000. Crazy drive back to the mellow patio with good conversation form Dwi and Ingga. Matt passed out early as usual…..
Day 16: The Drive.
I woke at 5:30 and layed in bed for 2 hours listening to prayer, roosters, horns, scooter, and Balianese Gamelon. This time we had coffee ginseng and as usual way too much food. Left for Besakih and Kitiamani around 10:00. Stopped at some Veggie restaurant to get lunch because apparently there is no veggie food by the temple (it was true). Off to Besakhi the largest and oldest Hindu Pura in Bali. “Chocolate!” screams Kenny (Gordo) from the front seat asking for chocolate bread. Too funny! An hour and a half later through cities, villages and forest we arrive.
Put on sarongs and sashes which are mandatory for entering temples, pay for entry and parking, and were off. The sign at every temple proclaim that menstruating women cant enter and that you must wear proper dress, must come only to pray etc. but I think many do otherwise. Gunug Anung, the largest mountain is covered in mist looms in the background while huge towers of Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu. A kilometer walk past shops and food carts we arrive ..........lunch break ......... (Back from a Three Day lunch break) ..Besakih.. Beautiful is the the first word that comes to mind. The family decides to stay and get some lunch while our guide shows us around. We ascend the many steps to the main level of the seven. Next we eneter the tourist praying area. Enter, sit, flowers: white in hair , purple in left ear, ink in right ear. A very short meditation then the Brahmin (woman) came to sprinkle holy water in our hands and heads. We drink whats in our hands and she palces rice against our foreheads. This definelty explains why i see so many people with rice on the heads! Of course after that we give the suggested (mandatory ) donation. Further up we caught a killer view and took some photos.
Back down we were bugged by little kids and old ladies to buy more coke,water etc. When we finally made it to the bottom Dwi was awaiting us with jackfruits & peanut chili sauce . Kick ass !
Back in the car and off we go, through little villages and beautiful mountian rainforest. Temples everywhere, people burning trash everywhere (worst smell ever, although sometimes it has the faint odor of ganja). We stop at a hillseide overlook to eat the veggie food purchased earlier. Spicy! A killer view of Lake Batur and the the volcano that sits beside it. Finishing lunch Matt and I watchded in horror as the family threw their trasgh down the hillside. Matt, setting the example stepped into to grab it all and put it in a bag.
Noble, but i think i watched them dump it out the side of the car later! Down the hill to the lakeside town of Kedishata (?). The plan was to take a little boat out to a small village across the lake but were swarmed with people hawking goods. As soon as we pulled in the parking lot, hands reached in, grabbing, while their owners yelled "massage, massage". At least ten peple were around the car all selling something "Beer, Braclets, Good luck, Buy, Cheap".Any open window was fair game for them. Laughing both scared and amused we decied to go to the nearby hot springs instead.
"Free or Pay ?", Dwi asks. "Free", of course. Acoussted upon exit from the car again we walk down a narrow path to the side of the lake where at least 25 people halfnaked were washing bathing and frolicking in the litte hot stream coming form the side of the shore. Once again we leave. To the pay hot springs! This time it was a tourist paradise, 5$ for two huge hot springs and one cool pool. Filled with just that, tourists. Paying the Tourist price include a free welcome drink, which is always shitty orange juice. After an hour a swarm of locals came in with three very young girls who kept pointing and staring at me. I was quite emmbarrased.
After 2 hours of bliss we pile back into the Izuzu Prather and head back up the hill to Denpasar. Two hours later I awake in an alley with a street cart selling "tahu tek".
Tek beacuse the tahu is cut with scissors and makes a tek-tek-tek noise. Cute. That shit was the Bomb! Sooo good with some special juice (Coconut Flavor) was an excellent way to end one of the best days in Bali.
Opps almost forgot Solaks, this really good fruit that splits like cloves of garlic and tastes really good. More political discussion, while the boys play there never ending roleplaying game "Sarabak". Good Night!
Day 15: Arise to fried tofu and tempeh with toast & sweet tea. Yum. (gluttony has always s been my favorite sin !) Elvira called to make sure all was well and to get me to fix their computer. So got the family online and signed up for an Yahoo! email Account. God I hate Dial-up. Needing a day of fun and sun all 7 of us piled into the car and headed to Kuta. (read OZ’s Tijuana ) Beep! Beep! Kuta beach is long with white sand small/midsize shore break and brown/blue water with swarms of people. We posted up right in front of the little police station and next to one of the countless vendors selling beer and boards. Good combo. But Im on detox.
Matt, the boys (Rizky, Kenny, & Machell) and I frolicked in the waves for hours. When we returned to the sand, Dwi surprised us with a excellent lunch. Rice (Nasi) with tempeh and mixed veggies and sambal. Dessert was a Banana tamale. Washed down with a Pocari Sweat. Mmmmm. Mellowed out and let the food digest, until I saw the boys bust out the ball. Ran on down and proceeded to get clobbered by Marchel and Rizky in a few game of football (Soccer for you Americans). Kept getting sidetracked by all the beautiful girls running around half naked & topless, especially some French girl taking model shots with her boyfriend. (Don’t worry Naomi) Matt’s white ass decide to get sun block, so we meandered by ourselves up on of the many alleys all selling the same crap. No further that 2 stores in we met some “friends” who wanted to sell me some sunglasses, “350 rupiah” Hell yeah I thought. Changed some money in a clothing store, grabbed some sunblock forn Circle K and went back. “350,000” ….. “ohhhhh, Yeah right, ill give you 50,000”. Bargaining ensued and I walked out with some knockoff Dragon sunglasses for 100,000. Could’ve got them for 1,000 but oh well, learned form that experience. Back to the Beach, right in from of the police station some one says, “Weed, Marijuana” I just look and laugh. Como se dice “Set up”. More swimming, football, and sun. Matts turn to bargain. He ends getting some fake Rusty shorts for 60,000. Minutes later Dwi gets 5 pairs for 100,000. Local price. Tourist price. Pineapples carved for 20,000and mixed fruit for 4,000. Yum. The Sun was setting as we decided to go eat.
To the Mall !!! Same as any other mall except you can bargain. Pizza Hut was Dwi's choice, with all the other tourists, namely the extra large Americans. Two personal veggies and a Large (read – small/medium) Supreme. Topped off with Avocado shakes and Coca-Colas. All for 180,000. Crazy drive back to the mellow patio with good conversation form Dwi and Ingga. Matt passed out early as usual…..
Day 16: The Drive.
I woke at 5:30 and layed in bed for 2 hours listening to prayer, roosters, horns, scooter, and Balianese Gamelon. This time we had coffee ginseng and as usual way too much food. Left for Besakih and Kitiamani around 10:00. Stopped at some Veggie restaurant to get lunch because apparently there is no veggie food by the temple (it was true). Off to Besakhi the largest and oldest Hindu Pura in Bali. “Chocolate!” screams Kenny (Gordo) from the front seat asking for chocolate bread. Too funny! An hour and a half later through cities, villages and forest we arrive.
Put on sarongs and sashes which are mandatory for entering temples, pay for entry and parking, and were off. The sign at every temple proclaim that menstruating women cant enter and that you must wear proper dress, must come only to pray etc. but I think many do otherwise. Gunug Anung, the largest mountain is covered in mist looms in the background while huge towers of Shiva, Brahma, and Vishnu. A kilometer walk past shops and food carts we arrive ..........lunch break ......... (Back from a Three Day lunch break) ..Besakih.. Beautiful is the the first word that comes to mind. The family decides to stay and get some lunch while our guide shows us around. We ascend the many steps to the main level of the seven. Next we eneter the tourist praying area. Enter, sit, flowers: white in hair , purple in left ear, ink in right ear. A very short meditation then the Brahmin (woman) came to sprinkle holy water in our hands and heads. We drink whats in our hands and she palces rice against our foreheads. This definelty explains why i see so many people with rice on the heads! Of course after that we give the suggested (mandatory ) donation. Further up we caught a killer view and took some photos.
Back down we were bugged by little kids and old ladies to buy more coke,water etc. When we finally made it to the bottom Dwi was awaiting us with jackfruits & peanut chili sauce . Kick ass !
Back in the car and off we go, through little villages and beautiful mountian rainforest. Temples everywhere, people burning trash everywhere (worst smell ever, although sometimes it has the faint odor of ganja). We stop at a hillseide overlook to eat the veggie food purchased earlier. Spicy! A killer view of Lake Batur and the the volcano that sits beside it. Finishing lunch Matt and I watchded in horror as the family threw their trasgh down the hillside. Matt, setting the example stepped into to grab it all and put it in a bag.
Noble, but i think i watched them dump it out the side of the car later! Down the hill to the lakeside town of Kedishata (?). The plan was to take a little boat out to a small village across the lake but were swarmed with people hawking goods. As soon as we pulled in the parking lot, hands reached in, grabbing, while their owners yelled "massage, massage". At least ten peple were around the car all selling something "Beer, Braclets, Good luck, Buy, Cheap".Any open window was fair game for them. Laughing both scared and amused we decied to go to the nearby hot springs instead.
"Free or Pay ?", Dwi asks. "Free", of course. Acoussted upon exit from the car again we walk down a narrow path to the side of the lake where at least 25 people halfnaked were washing bathing and frolicking in the litte hot stream coming form the side of the shore. Once again we leave. To the pay hot springs! This time it was a tourist paradise, 5$ for two huge hot springs and one cool pool. Filled with just that, tourists. Paying the Tourist price include a free welcome drink, which is always shitty orange juice. After an hour a swarm of locals came in with three very young girls who kept pointing and staring at me. I was quite emmbarrased.
After 2 hours of bliss we pile back into the Izuzu Prather and head back up the hill to Denpasar. Two hours later I awake in an alley with a street cart selling "tahu tek".
Tek beacuse the tahu is cut with scissors and makes a tek-tek-tek noise. Cute. That shit was the Bomb! Sooo good with some special juice (Coconut Flavor) was an excellent way to end one of the best days in Bali.
Opps almost forgot Solaks, this really good fruit that splits like cloves of garlic and tastes really good. More political discussion, while the boys play there never ending roleplaying game "Sarabak". Good Night!
posted by Mr Zazanis at 2:50 PM
1 Comments:
Jesse,
How much I wish I were in Bali with you. Just the descriptions of the food sound incredible. And the beach! Ahhhhh. As for me, I'm at the library, studying for the LSAT. Fun, fun! I don't know how to link our blogs, but that would be nice. Thanks for the little tip about letting anyone comment. I fixed that. They don't have papers in San Miguel, can you believe that? What kind of a place is this?
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