|One of the first Bali photos I took, in the van near Denpasar.|
LAX to Taipei. (15 hours behind a tired baby.) I had about three hours in Taipei, where I also drank the most amazing $3 cup of coffee I think I have ever had. Then on to Denpasar, Bali (5 hours). I was reunited with my husband at the airport, and we proceeded to our accommodations for the next five days. We stayed in a really nice dive resort near Amed, which is a tiny town on the eastern coast of the island of Bali. We wanted to be off the beaten path, which meant a 3 hour, winding van ride from the airport to the resort. Even though there were amazing sights to see, I had to focus on the road in front of me to avoid feeling carsick. We even passed monkeys in a tree that I was too queasy to photograph. (sorry to miss that photo opp!) When at last we arrived, we were greeted with this welcome, welcome sight.
|The pool, sparkling in the sun's last rays. You can see ocean beyond it.|
|This is a typical fishing boat.|
|Young boys often stayed near the hotel, trying to sell tiny handmade versions of the fishing boats to tourists.|
Sights and observations:
After being in the desert for the past four years, I was first struck by the color green. Everything was SO GREEN. The color almost didn't seem real. There are a lot of chickens in Indonesia, both of the "running across the street" variety, and of the "fighting cock in a basket" variety. (more on that later.) The women carry heavy loads on their heads, unless they are getting a ride on one of the many motorbikes zipping down the narrow streets. When riding on the back of a motorbike, the women will often ride sidesaddle. (having ridden on the back of one of these tiny motorbikes on said narrow, bumpy roads, I find that both astonishing and incredibly brave.)
The towns are tiny, and the smells of Indonesia for me will always be a mixture of rotting garbage, dust, smoke from burning trash, incense, and clove cigarettes. The food involves a lot of rice and just about every meal involves an egg or two. (Not to mention chicken. Of course, chicken.)
I took a photo of my first breakfast, in honor of my friend Lily, who takes beautiful photos of food.
|Breakfast day one: eggs, fruit, tea, and a banana pancake that was more like a crepe. It was delicious.|
Twice a day, a Balinese carrying a tray would place these offerings (they called them "blessings") in doorways, entrances, and in the shrines. They consisted of a palm leaf "plate", flowers, incense, and sometimes even food, like rice or a cookie.
|Some of the more savvy birds would eat the rice.|
|Cute, huh? I have been unable to identify this frog so far.|
More coming, stay tuned! It's nice to be back.