NAM IN THE AIR
SYNOPSIS: About making the most of a boring day. Sitting around at the Luanbajo airport. A note from the health and the photo department. About luck.
I have no address, I have no phone — the clerks at the six airline offices that lined one wall of the rather sparse basement in the brand-new Luanbajo Airport (Bandar Udara Komodo) were baffled. I pointed to the food court right across from them: That’s where I live — at least for today.
And all day I sat there, writing my Sumba blog — so that at least something good would come of this very boring, wasted day.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: About a boat adventure with new friends, dragons, a snorkeling experience, and a hefty rain storm.
These four had done their research! Independently, Kyle and Stephanie from Illinois and Luke and Barbara from Italy had spend a good amount of time following the protocol. They had compared prices, ruled out shady boat providers, found a reputable company and had ended up on a really nice boat equipped for up to 10 passengers. I was only #5 and they happily took me aboard.
A professional and experienced crew, a clean and sturdy boat and a good itinerary had just fallen into my lap thanks to them.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: About ferries, ports, and people.
Anywhere else in the world, bus stations and ports are places where, as individual traveler in particular you have to be on red alert. Shady characters roam around, pickpocketing is a pastime and most certainly you will be ripped off one way or another. Not so in Indonesia.
Waikelo (Sumba) was a crazy site but there was nothing shady about it. Starting around 4 AM, people were gathering to get onto the ferry, just in case… The ferry had not taken off in over a week because of high winds.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
Given the importance of burials which I mentioned in the Post IT TAKES A VILLAGE, I thought I would insert a few typical tomb stones and graves here as a photo essay. In the villages, tombs occupy the central space and are most likely still fashioned in the traditional ways (limestone) and decorated with traditional symbols. In the cities, each family has their tomb in their front yard. At times the size of the tomb rivals that of the house… Often, materials such as concrete or bathroom tiles replace traditional materials. If animals are depicted on the tomb exteriors, such as buffalos, pigs, chickens, or horses – this is an indication that these animals have been slaughtered to accompany the deceased into the afterlife.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
ET AND PATER RAMONE
SYNOPSIS: Another day of explorations in Sumba. About a very late wedding celebration, about funerary practices early and delayed and about a unique cultural center.
People had gathered at a temporary structure and sat on numerous colorful plastic chairs at a front yard in a little village. A few trucks were lined up at the fence of the property. Something was happening. Can we stop? Yohn didn’t mind.
It was a wedding — well, sort of. The wedding had taken place a couple of years ago. The couple already had a child.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
THE INDIGO PHASE
SYNOPSIS: About chasing the perfect piece of Ikat. About its production, its tradition and its symbols. About landscapes, prisons and crime in Sumba.
We all have our priorities. Some people travel half around the world for a perfect diving spot, others go for the one and only culinary experience, rare plants or animals, and I at times, try to hunt down a perfect piece of art. In Indonesia, I had it in my head that I was going to buy a special piece of Ikat.
Ikat are woven textiles which are unique in that the design is created before threads that are ultimately woven, are dyed.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: Traditional villages in Sumba. Driving around with Yohn.
I was strolling along the beach at Oro when a voice called out: Elisabeth? Now who around here knows my name?! I had mentioned, that I was looking for a guide to Ziska and Lukas. And word had gotten around…
Yohn, also known by his full name: Yohanes Lende Danggaone, is one of the certified English-speaking guides of this island. He does not come cheap. But he comes with 12 years of experience, a local upbringing, and a car. As my time here is limited, I have a few things on my agenda, and the visit of villages would take me days of trekking — I have little choice.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
As I expected, your photo viewing experience for full size images did not differ from mine… It can’t be done within the limits of this blog. I will have to downsize images but at this point (out here) am not able to work this out. I will go back to the “large format” which in single file will allow you to view pretty large images. If I cropped an image, the picture can be seen in its entirety. But any un-cropped image will be cut off (typically on the right side). If you are interested in seeing the full image, you will need to click on it.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
MY FIRST NIGHT HUT
SYNOPSIS: Time for a writing stop. Where paradise meets home away from home. Where a writing stop turned into a vacation. Where sunrise and sunsets are perfect. Where you meet interesting people. Where I did not want to leave.
My 3-star hotel time at the T-More in Kupang was sucked up by grading my online course, doing laundry and by the pure indulgence in long hot showers. My Timur blog still had to be written…
Every night, I process photos. Waiting around and being in transit is the best time for me to write.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
I am posting here “full size” the very same images I posted as “large” in the blog Transit Sumba. They will no longer be cropped. On my computer, these images don’t even show up on the blog screen because they are so large. I am having trouble with down-sizing images. But if you at your end are all fine, then I am happy to post full size images from here on out. Please comment on your experience.
P.S. It was so awful, that I took the photo down…
… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: About another hypocrisy of life.
Timur was fabulous, I knew that once I left “civilization” — when I flew to Kalimantan — the trip would pick up, meaning, it would be more what I like: roughing it a bit, exploring things off the beaten track, getting to know people in their daily surroundings, seeing new art forms and interesting architecture.
It only got better. After Kalimantan, there was Sulawesi. I did not have to rough it much as I had a base camp at Rantepao, still, there were challenges. The Torajans are wonderful people and their arts and rituals are simply amazing.
Timur topped even Sulawesi.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
MACHINE TO PREPARE THE COTTON
SYNOPSIS: About the last animist village in Timur. About traditions and handicrafts.
Already over 30-40 years ago when tourism to Indonesia was more of a novelty than it is today, news made it to the West that among all the villages and ethnic groups in Timur one of them had preserved its animist practices: Boti village in the former Kingdom of Amunaban. A steady flow of tourists started to trickle in despite its remote location. The villagers not only seem to cope but they made the best of it: They collectively agreed and built a guest house on the chief’s compound and they collectively benefit from the money tourists pay for overnight stays and the obligatory village donations of betel nuts and cigarettes.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: About a night at the beach and a morning with the stone pebblers about the stars and the sun, chewing betel nuts and about smoking.
It was a long drive from Gemri’s village to the coast. I had a choice between spending an early night at Soe, and driving on in the morning with Gemri, or driving 2 more hours today with Gemri’s brother Hanki and a driver, to spend one night at the ocean. Yes, you guessed it — I chose the ocean.
Oetuna Beach is a favorite among locals. For a small fee people can drive their motorbikes and cars to a guarded beach and even spend the night there hanging out in and around a covered pavilion.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
BREAKFAST READY & STEAMING
SYNOPSIS: An evening and a morning at Gemri’s house. About Gemri’s family and about a morning at the village church.
Gemri’s house was only 200 meters down from the church. Church service was scheduled to start at 8 AM and groups of well-dressed villagers, some of whom had walked quite far, had been streaming by the house since after 7 AM. Church on Sunday was one of the occasions to socialize, exchange news, listen to the priest, and just hang out.
Everyone looked at the red car that was parked in front of Markus and Juliana’s house.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
THE ROCK AND A DOG
SYNOPSIS: About a trek to a sacred stone village.
Most of the roads in Timur seem to deteriorate to a point that normal cars simply can’t cope anymore. But there are even villages that can’t be reached by motorbike. The sacred village of Temkesi in the Kefa area, the former Kingdom of Biboki, is one of them. With a 4WD we could have driven nearly up to it, but we hiked up to it — a 3 km hike which cost me a big headache as the sun was beating down on us.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: How a Jakarta TV Crew blessed me with a full scale event at the warrior village None (Nooh-nay).
At the most crucial event — the warriors got ready for a war dance — my old, trusty SLR Nikon froze! My heart almost stopped. I took out the battery, switched it on and off and tried every trick under the sun, but the camera refused to take another picture. I had my small emergency Canon camera in the car, but that was one kilometer away. The dance would start in less than 15 minutes. I begged a local boy with a motorbike to take me to the car and back and of course, got a ride.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
DANCING WITH THE CHIEF
SYNOPSIS: About the life of chief Mattheo Anin in the village of Fatumnasi. About a unique rain forest. About kings and kingdoms. About chiefs and how to become one. About staying in a traditional roundhouse.
It is dark in chief Anin’s hut. Ten dogs, two caged cuscus, over thirty doves, a rooster, a chicken and a monkey share the 5-meter circular room under a thatched roof with chief Mattheus Anin and his wife Juliana. And of course, any visitor is welcome, and for that purpose about ten wooden chairs hem a half circle around the edge of the room.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
GEMRI, MY GUIDE
SYNOPSIS: About distances. How manifesting always works. About booking a hotel online. About a new guide. No photos today.
For the next week, I will be traveling in West Timur.
I won’t go into it, but East and West Timur have a violent history that is quite recent and was caused by the aftermath of colonialism. The Dutch cleared out of their part of Timur after WWII, the Portuguese did not. The Dutch part was converted mainly to Protestantism, the Portuguese part mainly to Catholicism.
I will be traveling in the Indonesian part of Timur only.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
CHEWING BETEL NUTS
SYNOPSIS: About not learning any lessons. About rain. About meeting a Swedish couple. A day of processing photos and impressions. A day of rest. Taking the night bus back to Makassar. Images of the faces of some of the Torajans. Saying goodbye to Sulawesi.
Didn’t I learn anything from my experience with Nicola in Java (see Yogyakarta blog) — leaving the house without the address of your hotel? No, I did much better than that: I found myself without money not knowing where I was and not knowing where I was going!… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: About a two-day village trek north of Rantepao. About rice terraces and beauty. About sleeping in a 320 year old traditional house. About “the moment”.
At times, it seemed almost too much to bear. Every few steps I looked around and a new view into a valley or down a terrace, towards a small church in the distance, or a curvy-roofed family compound, had opened up. It is hard to describe how something this gentle and beautiful could be so overwhelming. But it literally took my breath away.
I thought I had seen nice rice paddies in Java and Bali.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
I have gotten good and bad feedback about the new photo format on and off line. For those of you who focus on the text and struggle with the photos, I have now put the text up first. For those of you who love the large photos and skim through the text – you will still get there. I hope this will work for now until I get home and get some good advise for next year’s blog from my much more computer competent son.
Keep your comments coming! Even if I don’t answer every one, I have your questions in mind and keep looking for answers.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
GATHERING AROUND THE COFFIN
SYNOPSIS: About the third day of the funerary ceremony.
The ground was torn from the feet of over 2000 people and the hoofs of hundreds of animals. And it was muddy from two nights of rain. A few people trickled into the compound where the family had gathered around the coffin of the deceased mother.
This was day three of the funeral ceremony. It was quiet and attended by only about 200 people, the extended family of the deceased. I was welcomed back to observe but I was the only tourist. No more spectacles.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
BOYS IN TRADITIONAL OUTFITS
Synopsis: About the buffalo and pig market at Bolo. A few thoughts about animals, rights, and privileges. About a wedding and a confirmation ceremony.
The bull and pig market in Bolo is famous in all of Tona Toraja. It happens every six days and people arrive by the truck load from the most remote villages. Especially during the dry season (May through December), when funeral ceremonies happen and pigs and buffalos are slaughtered by the tens of thousands, this market is bustling.
After seeing the ceremony, I now understand better, where the need for these quantities of animals comes from.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SKINNING THE BUFFALO
SYNOPSIS: About a day of slaughter and community. Or is it the other way around? About funeral requirements and etiquette. How do traditions develop? A few thoughts. This blog is long as there is nothing quite like this.
Todays post is not for the fainthearted as I will not spare you the details. It may be easier for you to read it than it was for me to experience, but I can’t imagine that it is easy either way. And if you don’t like blood, skip this one. I put off writing this blog as much as I could and am still fighting back tears writing, just as I was at the funeral ceremony.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
GALLERY OF TAU TAU
SYNOPSIS: Cruising Toraja Villages in search of funerary practices.
For two days I have been on the back of Yussuf’s bike and my butt is getting sore… But the final count is in for evidence of the different funerary practices of the Torajans. I think it is fair to say that Torajans live and earn money to be able to pay for proper funerals. You will be judged by your community for the way you send off your loved ones. Nothing matters more.
As someone who will be happy with a cardboard box or my ashes blown into the four directions, I have a hard time wrapping my mind around this concept.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
300+ YEAR RICE BARN
SYNOPSIS: About my new home and my guide. About the peculiar architecture of the Torajans and a bit about their mythology and history.
As Oscar in Makassar had promised, Yussuf, my new guide, showed up at 6:30 AM at the bus station. After 8 hours on the bus I must not have cut a pretty figure, but he did not seem to care. As part of my tour package, he took me to my new accommodations: Riana’s Homestay. A large clean room, a large clean bathroom with hot water (no sink), a small green garden, available wifi and a very friendly host family — I could not complain.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: A 6-day plan, a 6-hour wait and an 8-hour trip. Manifesting a guide.
I woke up with more bites than I could count. Were all of these mosquitoes? Or could there have been bedbugs? The thought made me shudder! I could not dwell on it. It would just ruin my day. I hope a good shower will take care of things for now.
A metered taxi sped me out of Surabaya via the toll road, a nice, smoothly paved highway bypassing downtown with all the “New York” high rises which I would not have minded seeing again in the daylight.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: A glimpse of life in the back alleys of Surabaya’s Arab Quarter (Kumpung Arab).
It is like a world apart from the “New York” part of Surabaya but it is also a world apart from the hustle and bustle of the business streets in the Arab Quarter. Small gates lead into narrow alleys into which not even motor bikes venture. It feels as if you are walking through people’s living rooms. Men are only half dressed, women are dressed casually, children are playing, laundry is drying, short-tailed cats are roaming.
I am not entirely comfortable to photograph people in these settings unless I have made a connection with them.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: About exploring a few historic sites in Surabaya via the city tour bus. About shedding 7 kg of weight. About lice.
Andalus Hotel, the dated, dirty, everything-broken hotel in the Arab Quarter, was my base in Surabaya. I had left a big suitcase in the trust of some of these not-a-word-of-English guys. Sometimes, you just have to take a chance. They gave me a big smile when I came back yesterday and rushed my suitcase out of storage. It was untouched.
It was time to shed some weight. A souvenir here, a textile there, a few hundred grams of coffee as a present, just a small woodcarving — after a month all of these ‘this weighs nothing’ items, they added up to more than 8 kg.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
Hi guys, thanks for your feedback and comments on- and offline. Looks like you want to keep the larger single row image format. It is fine with me.
Here is just one more word about it: As you know, I do take pride in taking pictures that are not only informative but also beautiful, well-composed, etc. This new format allows you to scroll through, but some of the images are still cropped. That means, what you see as a large image may still not be “full scale”. I experimented with the full-scale format and for some images, it is way, way too big for the blog to handle.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
AVI AND LISA
SYNOPSIS: A day of work in the cool gardens of Yoschi’s Guesthouse. Transit back to Surabaya.
It must be a good 15 degrees cooler “up here” than “down there”. What better place to stay for an extra day, especially, since Yoschi’s has such a pleasant tropical garden, rustic huts, a full-service restaurant and wifi! Best of all, it is so cool here, that there are no mosquitoes. And on top of all that, the view is spectacular.
The further you go up from Probolinggo towards Bromo, the more beautiful the landscape gets. Too bad, I had to drive up here in the dark.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
ET AT VIEWPOINT
SYNOPSIS: About a sunrise (or the lack thereof), a new group of fellow travelers, and about a hike up smoking Mount Bromo.
I am treating myself to a nature break. Mount Bromo, a steadily-sweltering, semi-active volcano is part of a spectacular volcanic landscape best and more fully appreciated with a bit more sun. But, getting up at 3:00 AM to board a jeep to head off to the sunrise viewing point was still worth it, even though there was not much of a sunrise at all.
I was the last to board the jeep — a French couple, a Dutch couple and a young German guy were already on board.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
HOS CIGARETTE LABELS
SYNOPSIS: The story of the House of Sampoerna. How I missed the one thing worth doing in Surabaya. About my first train experience from Surabaya to Probolinggo. Meeting some fellow travelers.
Surabaya is not exactly a tourist destination but the Lonely Planet recommends one promising thing: A free city tour organized by the House of Sampoerna. I admit that the neighborhood I arrived in last night scared me a bit. I needed some safe place to acclimate and get started. This sounded just right.
The tour leaves three times a day.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
BOY LEAVING MOSQUE
SYNOPSIS: About a dusty Sultan’s palace. Visiting the Mega Mosque in Samarinda. Retour from the jungle to Balikpapan. Arrival in the metropolis of Surabaya.
Within 45 minutes of driving to the center of Surabaya, I passed 4 McDonalds, 3 Pizza Huts, 3 KFCs, and 2 ACE Hardware stores, not to count multiple world banks and other recognizable brand names of all sorts. The 8-lane main road (four going in each direction) was lined with oversized monitors issuing travel safety warnings and flashing various ads in between. There were neon-lit fountains and digital ads everywhere, and a downtown with numerous high-rises.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: Mainly photos today. 🙂
I am giving myself a little break writing. Instead, I will compile two photo essays on the images I will take with me from Kalimantan. Much may have been lost in the Dayak culture (headhunting, for one, will not be missed!). But there also was much to see and many wonderful people live there. In the first set of images you will see glimpses of daily life as I observed it from my boat. People washing clothes, bathing, buying petrol in plastic containers, preparing fish in various ways, and just socializing.
Through the second set of images, you might get a better sense of the living conditions.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: About an overall disappointing day which turned at the end, after all.
Wifi! With the overall absence of internet cafes, young adults without facebook or email, the last thing I expected in this little river village Muara Muntai was wifi at this now one-year-old guest house. It goes to show what money can buy. The guy who owns it is the richest man in town and I was told this is the only wifi spot anywhere in most likely a 200 km radius. Well, maybe only 100 km, but close.
But if this guy can get it, then others could, too.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
LH VIEW FROM GALLERY
SYNOPSIS: About mosque broadcasts. About visiting two Longhouses. About an almost funeral. Meeting a fellow traveler from Germany.
The last thing I would have expected in the Dayak village we reached tonight — a predominantly animist culture with some overlay of Christianity — is a nonstop blare from the local mosque… It is Ramadan and mosque services during this period are more extensive, often in excess of one or even two hours — but there are hardly any Muslims here. The ones who are here have moved from other areas in Kalimantan or Java.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: About a ride into the rain forest, wild animals dead and alive, an unusual lake, mosque broadcasts, and a few other things.
Orang Utans or Dayaks… that was the question I had to decide. From all I could tell, a trip to see wild Orang Utans in the National Park is a spectacular experience and one unique to Kalimantan. But I had to make choices and as an art historian, teaching cultural studies and not biology, I had to decide in favor of the Dayaks. I know, I will always question this decision, perhaps even regret it someday or very soon, but both trips were not in the cards for financial reasons and for time constraints.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
COAL CONVEYOR BELT
SYNOPSIS: About an all nighter at Denpassar, one airport, two flights and two new guides.
I don’t even remember when I last worked through an entire night. It’s been ages! I had all intentions to sleep a good six hours, but what at home and with fast internet would have been a task of 6 hours — that’s what I had planned for — turned into 13. And as I am heading into the rain forest where even a bad internet connection is unlikely, I just could not bear the thought of not being caught up on all fronts: grading for my class, posting for the blog, uploading photos, answering emails.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
ET AT RICE FIELD
FOTO ESSAY #2 RICE FIELDS:
Rice here as in many other parts of the world is sacred. Indonesian rice is considered superior to other rice, which is also cultivated. It takes 5 months between planting and harvest, whereas the “other” rice only takes 3 months. That’s what I learned today. Rice takes communities to plant and harvest and it is a staple food. Rice takes water — another life-giving force and it is not surprising that water sources and rice fields around here both are always lined with deities carved in stone. At times, statues tower in the middle of rice fields and everywhere the small, hand-made, perishable offerings are found.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
FOTO ESSAY #1: FOOD: As many of you know, I am not a cook. I apologize much for the generic labels of this variety of Indonesian food. To me, the aesthetics of preparation are the most amazing feature of Indonesian cooking. But on top of that — every one of these dishes was delicious. Lemon grass, ginger, coconut milk and oil are essential ingredients. And it never ceases to amaze me what combinations of foods they come up with and the number of dishes they can make out of single banana.
Enjoy this feast for the eye.
P.S. I have not yet eaten at fancy places yet.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
NEWLY WED + ET
SYNOPSIS: On and off the beaten path around Ubud. Exploring some more of the cultural sites with lazy Marde. The other side of the story of Ubud; talking to some locals. Getting ready to leave Bali.
Tutuk was a bit creepy, I have to say. The way he swept flowers out of the pool and in front of my bungalow forever, constantly peeking into the direction of my window… I could tell because there was a slit in the wooden window through which I could observe him without him seeing me. I tried not to let this get to me, but to greet him nonchalantly and friendly when I finally opened the ornately carved shutters.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
ET ON BIKE
SYNOPSIS: Moving from first rate to third rate homestay. Museum Marathon on the back of Joman’s motorbike. About a young doctor and a handsome stylist.
I had kept extending my stay at Putera’s homestay, but when I wanted to add yet another night, they were full. I was in no mood to move far, so I just walked across the street and knocked on the door of Rona’s Homestay. They not only had room, but they were empty. That says it all, but for one night, I could not care less and they had a pool.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: How I failed miserably at the attempt to create my own batik.
You can stay in Ubud forever if you were to try all the opportunities offered to learn something. You can attend silver-smithing workshops, weaving or cooking classes, learn how to make offering baskets from coconut leaves, or have some wood-or stone-carving masters show you a few tricks. And of course, there are workshops in how to make batiks.
These workshops come in all sizes from a few hours or one day to several weeks. You can be sure about one thing: all of them come with a hefty fee.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
KADET AND PRIEST FIGURE
SYNOPSIS: About Lisa, my neighbor at Putera. About a Kecak performance. Driving around with Kadet.
At the reception of Putera’s guesthouse there was a list of names of guest marked on a white board – and one of them was “Lisa – 5 days”. On my second day, I met Lisa. She is in her twenties, a postal worker from Austria, traveling alone. She has rented a motor bike and is doing what I would love to do but am WAY too afraid to do: She is driving in and around of Ubud visiting rice fields, shops, temples, just as she pleases.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
BASKET ON WOMAN’S HEAD
SYNOPSIS: Walking Ubud. A Hindu day of prayer and offerings for the god of commerce, business, success, and money. A visit of the Monkey Forest.
By the end of the day, all the lovely, handmade offerings that had been set out on the streets in front of shops and businesses all across Ubud and presumably across Bali this morning, had been trampled on, driven over, swept aside. I asked about a handful of people who the god is who was worshipped today. I got no recognizable name but gathered that he is the god of commerce, business, success, money — in other words, prosperity.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: It was a day of grading and rest day today… About the sounds of Bali. And about a dance performance.
Today it wasn’t the sound of the muezzin that had gotten me up at 4:30 every morning so far; it was one of a half dozen or so neighborhood roosters that decided to fill in at just about the same time right outside my window. Soon the roosters were joined by one of the Spitzes from the neighborhood — don’t hold me to any kind of brand, but in Germany we tend to call any small, ever yelping dog a Spitz — and it was clear that the night was over.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: Moving from Java to Bali. Not too much about Air Asia or the flight. A few photos about my new accommodations; a traditional villa in Ubud.
Lucky me, I was scheduled for the 2:30 PM flight, which was only delayed by 1.5 hours. Those who had hoped to get out at 8 AM had been waiting and were only getting off the ground 30 minutes before us… This was my 8th flight with my 6th airline, unless, I am losing count. How typical this is for Air Asia, I don’t know.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
A CUP OF LUWAK COFFEE
SYNOPSIS: A horse and buggy ride through the countryside around Borobudur village with Nicola. About making tofu and pottery.
That was a horse that easily spooked! And if there had not been a hedge, within about 15 minutes of our ride it would have driven us into the ditch, simply backing up at the sound of a loud motor grinding wood, regardless of the terrain. An hour later the horse refused to turn a corner and again just backed off, almost driving us into a wall. The driver had to jump out and walk the horse until it had calmed down… But we survived our tour and indeed, it was a great change of pace to tread through this paradisaical landscape and from one little village to the next.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY
SYNOPSIS: About sunrise at the Borobudur, a day spent amidst foreigner-hunting mobs, and an afternoon spent at the pool — thanks Jamal! A joint-venture report.
NICOLA’S PORTION OF THE REPORT:
Yesterday Jamal arrived astride the Mad Buffalo at 4.30am and took us to join the rest of the eager punters awaiting the special sunrise visit to the Borobudur. After paying a hefty entrance fee we were given torches (flashlights) to take us up the steep steps of the Eastern gates to the monument. We waited near the top and watched a row of encircling stupas silhouetted against the predawn sky.… VIEW PHOTOS AND READ THE WHOLE STORY