Thursday 24 March 2011

March 8


March 8
Ex president Sukarno (Bung)


Going-home-Tuesday....

Ah, sad indeed. I will have to say goodbye to this lovely chain of emerald islands.
It has been a lovely experience, an experience that has taught me much more that I ever dreamed it would.
An experience that will stay with me for the rest of my life, an experience that will live in me and continue to grow … as I grow old.

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March 7


March 7
Monday

Ahh, second last day here in Bali Indonesia.
We had a solid rain again last night, but our room was great and the airco kept it cool and dry.
I had a great rest, even better than the last place we stayed in. I think bed quality has a lot to do with my sleep pattern.
Writing the last blog




I am here in the dining area, looking for an Internet connection only to find out that the Internet modem is not turned on until 7 am. First I ever heard of modems getting shut off at night....anyway,  7 is fine too, I just wanted to send off my next set of blogs.

As it turned out, the manager had forgotten to turn the Internet on, all together  so I waited for nothing. I did send my stuff off but I do not know if it sent, or not. Tomorrow, I will send march 6 and 7 again, just in case.

We started with an American breakfast of bacon and eggs, that was nice for a change. I asked for the bacon to be crispy, so they threw it into the deep fryer and crispy, it was.... Remind me to shut up already next time, okay?

We took our bikes and drove north, along the coast, but so far in that we never even saw the sea, until well into the second hour of driving. The road was busy as he'll and the drivers were dangerous, on more than 1 occasion, either Menno or I were forced off the road by trucks.
We pulled of the road and decided to head back, but to look for a smaller road, one that would perhaps run parallel to the sea.
We drove into some kampong areas, and it was then when we really were enjoying the ride. It was as if time was turned back 50 years and we entered a Balinese version of the twilight zone…
Black deserted beach




As we got deeper into the kampongs and sawas we saw a very old lady , sitting naked in a stream, cooling and bathing herself and she threw us a wave, as if to say....”I am enjoying life to the fullest”... she was such a peaceful and beautiful sight.
We drove on to the beach, of black volcanic sand, it was the kind of beach that one would equate with Bali of many moons ago. In the distance we spotted some fishermen throwing their nets into the boiling surf, but we were too far away to be able to tell whether they had any success.
Because we had the bikes, we were able to weave in and out of sawas and beaches that were never discovered by the suffers and other tourists, it was just great. At the end of one of the sawa roads, we spotted a shack on the beach, where we drank a Bintang beer and shot the breeze with some local folk, who got a kick out of seeing some Blandas (Dutch). They talked a mile a minute and neither of us, knew for sure what the other was saying, I do not speak Balinese, and they did not speak behasa.  Amazing how it really doesn't matter and equally amazing how communication comes in so many more forms than just language.
Rempeyek
In the little shack I found some rempeyek, the way I know it. Full of peanuts, crisp, thick and with the flavor of ketumbar and djintan and clearly the cook used coconut milk to thin the batter....I was thrilled.
Before getting back to the hotel we stopped to get Tine some jasmine tea  this time, as Menno re-read his honey-do-list..... And I got my magosteens, for a snack, later with Menno.

When we got back to the hotel, we found that there was no electricity and that meant no water either. The lady at the front desk, did offer to come and  bring us a bucket of water, so we could flush the toilet.....geee thanks a lot, lady!!
The electricity would not be turned back on until 5, because down the road they were working on a “proyek” that caused them to disconnect the electricity to this part of town.
This meant, no air, no water, no internet, not much of nothing....
Roast corn vendor


So we headed to back to the beach, because yesterday we spotted a couple of vendors, who sold tahu, spring rolls (lumpia) and covered these in cabeh rawit and peanut sauce. Both Menno and I had a powerful hankering for this dish.
We found the lady, sitting in the sand, with her tahu and peanut sauce tray in front of her and we each had a portion.
She first formed a cone shaped piece of paper, that she stapled to hold the cone shape in place. In the old days, it would have been a banana leaf pinned with a lidih, a thin skewer made from the palm leafs.

Tahu Goreng vendor


Then in each of the cones, she cut with a scissors, some fried tahu and some fried spring rolls, then she cut with the same scissors, 3 birds beak chills (Rawit), the very hot ones, and then covered all this in a lovely peanut sauce and kecap manis….. She offers us each a lidi to eat the tahu with.....I thought I had died and gone to heaven...

I can honestly say, that off all the things we ate and tasted, this simple dish was my favorite, so much so, that I opted for a second portion. (40 cents)
My hero....she is everything I remember...


it was as good as the first....you see,  you need not go to a fine restaurant to find food that has been well prepared, all you need is someone who cares about their cooking skill and is proud to feed it to the guest. We were so satisfied and happy with this discovery, that we celebrated with a cold, fresh  lemon aid at one of the fish restaurants, on the beach. We decided to have a nice ikan kakap (red snapper) later that evening.


Fried red snapper

We returned to the hotel, for a swim, we were dusty and hot from the drive and the beach, so we soaked in the pool for an hour. We each mandied and got ready to head out to the fish restaurant on the beach.

We arrived at the restaurant, amidst thunder and lightning and we knew that before long, it would rain, hard!!
We ordered the fish that I picked out, with some kentang goreng, (FF's....)

We chose the fish to be "goreng", fried and the skin crispened with some sambal.
Just then the skies opened up and it came down by buckets, good thing we had anticipated this and were seated on the middle of the restaurant, under only a minor  leaky roof....
A bit of rain panic ensued ad people started snuffling about, trying to stay dry. We had 3 elderly ex-pats join us, who were interesting to talk to. The ladies were all well into their 70's and own houses in Spain.
Soon our dinner arrived and it was delightful, the fish was crisp tender and tasted of the sea, where it swam, just hours before, they brought us 2 dishes of sambal, 1 red and 1 green, the green is called sambal mentah, it means fresh sambal, made of chillis, garlic, oil, lemon juice and salt. It is delicious... The red one was a type of sambal ulek, also delicious.
As good and fresh as this fish was, the tahu was the culinary high light of the day, actually....the entire trip!!

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Wednesday 23 March 2011

March 6


March 6
Gunung Batur-Lake Batur

Sunday.

This is the second blog I am writing for this day. Somehow, when writing my list of questions, for Tante Riet, I must have dumped the entire "march 6" blog....
Dumb and dumber...... Me !!

We had our standard breakfast of pineapple pancakes and sliced fresh fruit in the dining area.
At about 8.15 we were met by Khuman, her husband and 3 kids, who came to bid us farewell. What lovely people they are. They were on their way to visit some relatives who live a 2 hour motor cycle ride away. One of the kid's uncles was there as well, because he was needed to ride two of the daughters since the oldest son, Madeh decided not to go and preferred to stay home with HIS motorcycle and eating his potato chips.
His poor parents, in keeping with ancient Balinese tradition, have devoted most of their means to this oldest boy, even although their daughters show much more potential. For example, Madeh goes to the best school they can barely afford, but because his other (Madeh) friends, go there, he feels he should as well. He threatened that he would drop out of school if his parents would not allow him to go to this private institution. He had several years of English and claims to speak it rather fluently....he does not. His little sister Tini is the one with the smarts, as far as I am concerned, Madeh is a sloth.
As it happens here, probably Tini will get married at age 16 and move to the village of her husband and be integrated into his family, too bad, she is the one with all the brain potential and the most likely to make something of herself, if she was given the opportunity.
Enough about this..... I needed to vent....
Foot hills of Gunung Batur

 The feeble ride, creaking and whining awaited us, on time in the parking lot. The driver was a youngish fellow, who's behasa Indonesia was as bad as his English.
We decided on a route that would take us, through the mountain passes of east Bali, opposite to the way we came up here to Lovina.
The mountain passes were gorgeous, the vistas were incredible, so much so, that I did not take too many pictures, because I knew that my lens would never record what I really saw.
We stopped at the summit of one of the higher ranges, and looked out at Gunung Batur and lake Batur. What I immediately noticed was the rivers of solidified lava, that had streamed down this volcano
during the last eruption. Solidified rivers of lava, miles and miles wide, had cut a path though the jungle on it's way down seeking an equilibrium with gravity. Sterilizing everything in it's path, this sunami of 10000 degree of molted rock had left it's mark of destruction.
Immediately adjacent to the rock-rivers the jungle had recovered, and in time, the lava will prove to have it own fertile quality, but for now it is just as sterile as surgeons scalpel.
To our left we saw the tips of Gunung Agung, the highest volcano of Bali in all it's smoking glory.....one day, this mountain too, will blow it's top again...that is Bali. People live here daily with that possibility, we just hope that modern science will give them a bit of warning that will be heeded. The past has shown that each time there is an eruption, there are many who refuse to leave their meager abodes and choose to stay, with horrible consequences.
Lake Batur
 Just across the lake Batur there are a couple of isolated villages, inhabited by people who prefer to stay on their own and are not much interested in "the outside world".
These folks have the curious tradition of hanging their dead in trees. The trees are usually ever flowering with a very heavy sweet scent
(I can imagine why...)
A visit to this village and it's folk we missed, because it needed advanced reservations.

We arrived in Sanur, a city that is much more "Western" than it's Balinese. Everywhere the signs are in English and some even in French.
It seems that the accepted currency here is in US dollars.
Even our hotel charges in US dollars ($50 a night for 2, including breakfast)

Balinese dancers
 We rented some motor cycles, because we are quite a ways out of town, and set out to discover the sights.
First we stopped by a kind of supermarket, where we bought some green tea, for Tine, and I found tons of mangistans for 30.000 rupia per kilo. Tomorrow we will eat mangosteens, after all the price is only about $2.70 per kilo.
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March 5


March 5
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March 4


March 4
Ogoh ogoh
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March 3


March 3
Friday...

Having learned our lesson from yesterday, we decided on pancake for breakfast and maybe tomorrow we may try the nasi goreng with the telor mata sapi on top.

Nasi Goreng

Today we need to bring the motorcycles back, so we wanted to one more day of exploration and headed towards the mountains, as we had already covered all the other wind-directions, except for south, into the mountains or north, into the sea.

We turned into a kampong road and headed up the mountain. The ride was just fantastic and the higher we got, the cooler it felt. It seems like we were into the clouds and we were in a less inhabited area.
We saw beautiful vistas of the jungle mountains and deep valleys below and in the far distance, the Sea of Bali....
Stopping on the way to look Round, we reached what we felt was a good place for a short rest and to take in the view. It was beautiful...I decided not to take any photos from his spot, because I knew that there was no way that my lens could show the beauty we saw, looking all around us.
Great view.
When you see this and other vistas, like our house in Bolulla, Spain, you'd wonder why anyone would what to live on a busy beach, especially "Hassle Beach" as this stretch of beach in Lovina is internationally known....

We reluctantly headed back down the mountain, which was a lot trickier than ascending the mountain, because we had automatic transmissions on our bikes. So, the first miles or so, we used our brakes to the point of over heating, until we discovered that if we would give a bit of throttle (very counter intuitive, ascending a 40 degree angle) that the tranny would actually break the speed.....clear sailing after that, all the way down.
We stopped by one of the cleaner warongs for a delightful Mie Ajam Bakso. A soup with chicken, noodles, meatballs and vegetables. It was quite nice...
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March 2


March 2 
Dutch Club, Singapore.

Wednesday.... (happy birthday daddy....)


 This morning started kinda lazy....we got up at about 7.30 and had some breakfast; scrambled egg on toast. Big mistake,....back to pancake tomorrow. There is something about the butter they use that gives the toast a funny taste. Even the scrambled egg was nothing to write home about. The fruit, papaya, ananas and banana were great and so were the kopi Bali. Upon closer inspection, the butter-cups contained only 5% butter and that would leave 95% of some bad tasting "other stuff"...Read more »