Rather than post pics here is the link to the place we are staying. Look down the page for 'The Wooden Room'. $44 includes breakfast. A bottle of wine from the mini bar is $8.50.
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We will miss Bali and Tegal Sari...
http://www.tegalsari-ubud.com/enhanced/rooms.php
Found some of our own pics...
Sunset from the deck...
The view from the deck...at sunrise
Things are looking up, way up...to the deck that is.
M went to a Balinese healer with the intent of exploring her issues with asthma. I will let her tell the story should she chose. Ask her about it sometime to get the full story...
The last day of our 5 day road trip through North East Bali ended up taking us back to Ubud. Ahh, a re-inflated butt and a good bed makes the trip seem so distant and so wonderfully pleasant.
We started off the last day of our road trip by stopping here. A friend of M's runs retreats here. It was a little rich for us. VERY sweet but we chose to move on. Decisions have their consequence. This one we were painfully aware of: we paid the price with flat butts after a very long day.
A mountain town along the way.
This is on a ridge line with each side dropping steeply off. The wood haulers on the right are carrying wood to the local carvers down the road.
We had stopped for a road side rest and these folks passed us. As they went by they waved like we were long lost friends on the way to the same gathering. As we caught up Maura took a couple of action shots as we passed.
We leave Bali knowing we will always have friends such as this...
Rolling into another curve on a country Bali road...
Flowers are everywhere. These are placed on the steps into a temple.
A family run gas station in the mountains. Gas is $0.50/litre
A stop to re-inflate our butts.
Pee stop.
Yet another temple that caught our eye.
Another gas mountain gas station. Glass jars on the top shelf are 1 liter, the jugs on the bottom are 2 liters.
Born to be MILLLLD!!!
Blacksmith shop. He stands in a small pit that makes the ground level be his work table. He is putting the finishing touches on the knife blade by installing a handle.
The world in waterdrop
These are in a section of Bali where carvings go to get painted. It is interesting, each area seems to have its own specialty. This one is painting wooden carvings.
Sideman. We found out about this place by accident. Didn't come recommended by guidebooks or others that had been to Bali before us, but it was one of, if not our favourite place. We wish we could have stayed here longer but our Visas were running out and we wanted to dive Amed one more time. The following picture just grabs you (or at least your sphinter...)
These little babies form a main component for many of the sambals we ate when in Bali. Sambal to the Balinese is like salt and pepper to many Canadians.
Wyman runs a warung (Balinese for small home spun restaurant) at the bottom of Mount Agung (Bali's most sacred volcano). We stopped in for lunch and I invited myself into his kitchen. His Nasi Campur (Rice with little bits of whatever has been made that day-sort of like a mini Riistafel for you Dutch Indonesian units)
Reviewing the different types of chilies that go into Wayan's sambals.
The view from one of three porches in our place in Sideman.
Beer, Babe...(taking the pic) 'n Bintang in a jungle bungalow! Hello???
Not a bad place for a morning cup of Jo...
After checking into our place we headed towards Mount Agung, you can see it in the background over top of the rice paddies.
Stopping to reinflate the buttocks.
The temple gates on Mount Agung. It is the highest temple in all of Bali and is considered by many to be the most holy. I prayed for my friend Jim and was offered in return a gift to bring to him. The gift was delivered on July 25th, 2010.
A family on their way to pray and receive blessings. This was the extent of the crowds up there really. What a contrast to a temple we visited on our last day in Bali, that one was in the south around the tourist area. Crowded or what? Outside it they sold everything from BBQ corn to Abercrombie and Fitch (maybe it was the Gap, but seriously there was one of those names that others pay more attention to). Not this place.
Maura sitting beside Gade (G'day) at our homestay place. He is on his way to Burns Lake from Bali to plant trees. We gave him George and Norma's addy in Smithers. Nice kid. He's the fellow in all the wedding pics you'll see below. (We weren't there for the wedding we just viewed the shindig via the family computer and took photos of their computer).
Here is Maura with the husband and wive of the family that run the 'home stay'/bungalows we stayed in during our time in Sideman. She runs a weaving collective in the area. We bought a couple of sarongs and a saput. (fancy temple wear for men)
So in the morning after our Agung experience we visit one of the families working in the weaving collective. We ride our scooters into the family compound to find Grandpa washing his price fighting cock. TLC to the death...
Here one grandaughter is running a loom set up to weave sarongs.
The pattern is set using another format. This woman's job is to run the shuttlecock back and forth. The pattern emerges from a multi-coloured thread. Fascinating how the whole pattern process works. We saw that process too but forgot to take a picture. Oh well. Suffice it to say it was more magical to see the pattern unfold before we saw how it was done.
This grandaughter runs this hand loom and takes a week to complete this piece. Magically complicated. She was taught by her Mother who was taught by her Mother, who was taught....
Cool eh? These were on the feet of a kid eating lunch at the same warung. I took a pic of the whole getup but only the shoe shot showed any promise.
We're checking out the wedding pics with the family. Weddings, cremations and other such ceremonies will often cost a family the price of what it would cost to build a house. They are a big thing and a cornerstone of the culture.
This is in the wedding couples bedroom. Romantic eh?
Gade on his wedding day with his posse.
The groom's family with the new bride.
Must run! In Singapore and using free internet. Stand up typing is killing me. More later from Cambodia. From the peace and love of Bali to the Killing Fields of Cambodia. Sheesh...
This me hitting the send button to an email to Kate from Maura's blackberry. Just wanted her to have even more of a feeling of being there with us so could transport herself at a moment's notice should there be a need to escape even for just a moment...
This place was very cool. It overlooked the most holy volcano on one side and on the other you could see the ocean on the other side of Bali. It was $50/night low season. Probably could have negotiated a lower price of a longer stay...We had already booked another place for $32 that included breakfast and dinner.
I think even Lee could fit on this bed...
The porch where they bring you your meals...one of the two pools on the property is just to the right...
The view from the porch. Volcano obscured in clouds. It is the same volcano we took our scooter to...
Sunset from the deck...
The view from the deck...at sunrise
Things are looking up, way up...to the deck that is.
"Love shack, baby love shack...."
"Keep the girls happy..."
Sunset from the deck...
The view from the deck...at sunrise
Things are looking up, way up...to the deck that is.
"Love shack, baby love shack...."
"Keep the girls happy..."
Cool eh? These were on the feet of a kid eating lunch at the same warung. I took a pic of the whole getup but only the shoe shot showed any promise.
