Awoke again before the birds, as is becoming my habit. Again I did not sleep well, but as I am not doing anything that requires much energy, it doesn't matter that much. I can always have a nanna nap in the afternoon if need be. It is Saturday and it is another glorious day in Ubud. I have been so lucky with the weather. Sunny since I set foot on the island of the Gods. And hot. Even the locals are complaining about how hot is has been.
Another hearty breakfast beside the fish pond. I had forgotten how sweet sliced white bread is in Bali. I opt for wholemeal toast this morning, which is marginally better.
Then I realised that the butter has a slightly sweet taste too. My weight watching mind goes into wasted calorie mode. But I am on holiday. A little sugar is not going to kill me. It just doesn't taste the best with eggs & bacon. Again I dread weighing myself when I get home. I have made a few bad choices already, like the vanilla milkshake I had last night. Mmmmmm. A piece of toast flies off my plate after being vigorously cut, landing on the decking. I pick it us and crumble it, throwing morsels into the fish pond for the koi. They must be well fed, as they have little interest. Maybe they are watching their carbs? Several waterborne insects that look like long legged spiders swim over to the floating crumbs, surrounding them. A few of the smaller fish nibble as well. Then two spotted doves fly down from the frangipani tree that shelters the fish pond. I break off more toast to share with them. They are very polite birds, and a bit shy of getting too close. I had noticed some doves helping themselves to the rice in the offerings for the gods left on the footpath to my room and wondered if they were the same birds. They are happy to share my breakfast.
I have decided to have a spa experience and jump online to do some research. I have not had a massage in Bali for years after I was ‘traumatised' by having to shower in the nude in front of a therapist. The *** Spa has good reviews and I like the sound of their all day package. I give them a ring and they can't fit me in until Wednesday. I take the booking, requesting a female therapist just in case.
During my research I look up *** the ‘guru' from Eat Pray *** fame. I don't fancy seeing someone who doesn't meet me on the same spiritual plane, and from what I have read he mouths the same platitudes to everyone he sees for $25. I decide to give him a miss. Funnily enough I read a scathing BTF post about him the next day, so I knew I had made the right decision. Looking up healers next, I find a site and read that they have a naturopath who has a special interest in allergies. I still have an annoying itchy rash on my back and hope she may be able to help me. I like the sound of her modalities so I make an online enquiry. Then I thought about cooking schools. I don't know why. I hate cooking. Love the results of cooking but not the physical act itself. I have done a cooking class many years ago but it was mainly as an observer. I read a few reviews and decide I like the sound of of a *** cooking class which is more interactive. I send off an online enquiry to see of they have a class on Sunday. I get a response within an hour and book myself in.
I called for a taxi to take me into Ubud township early, around 5pm so I could look at some of the shops along Monkey Forest Road. I also needed to buy some heavy duty mosquito repellent to minimize the pox look. I really really tried the alternative non chemical method and Ubud mosquito's have taken it an apertif to my blood. I'm sick of being attacked. I see that Ubud market is having a reno. It's not looking at all recognisable. Off I trot down to the little supermarket. I found two mozzie repellents - one all natural made of undisclosed essential oils for Rp 75,000. Having been down this road already, I opt for a bright orange spray can called Off with not a scrap of English on the label. Rp40,000. I take it to the counter & ask the cashier if is for mosquitoes? Yes. How long does it last? Yes. How often do I need to spray it? Yes. I paid & left. I've probably bought a toxic spray but I need protection. I spray myself on their steps. I'm all class.
I do alot of window shopping. I go into a couple of gift type shops with lots of silver buddhas and ganeshas, etc. And a silver kiwi! What the? I had entered a shop to add to my collection of gifts to give to my workmates and friends. I very much dislike being hovered over by shop assistants as if I am about to steal something & make a run for it. In Hardy's I was followed around every nook and cranny upstairs. I do not like to shop under pressure. As usual I see nothing I want to buy for friends & lots I would like to buy for me! I was very taken with a kneeling man & woman in traditional dress, painted with gold highlights. Real gold, I am told. Mmmhmm. Rp480,000 ea. I decide I am not that in love with them. I did like the Indian Hindu chanting that was playing in the background. The shop assistant began to regale me about the benefits of having a ganesha statue by the front door for protection. Sorry, but ganesha is butt ugly. I like the other silver elephants, wholly elephants and not half man half beast, though again for me and not my friends. Then she went on about the god Saraswati, but I have a wood carving of her already, so no sale. As I was edging towards the door, a family with young children entered the shop and the children, bless them, began dismantling the window display, distracting my shadow so I could make my escape. Empty-handed. Good for my purse.
It is very difficult to windowshop and walk with your eyes glued to the footpath. They are appalling in Monkey Forest Rd the way they have little valleys and umpteen untrustworthy grills in the footpath for the unwary to fall down and be swept out to sea, or to the soccer field at least.
I am getting hungry. I am eager to try the Three Monkeys restaurant, sister to the Sanur restaurant of the same name. My mouth salivates at the thought of another summer berry granita. I manage to get a table outside next to the rice paddy. Lovely. And it's non smoking. Bonus. I still hate smoke wafting into my vicinity when I am eating. But where is my welcome basket of prawn crackers & pappadummy thingies with sambal? Non existant. I order a shredded chicken and young mango pizza and a summer berry granita. Pizza was good, granita was soooo disappointing. To start with, it was almost melted. It did not have the same taste or texture. I finished my pizza, to the amazement of the rude European woman at the next table who practically dislocated her neck peering over her shoulder to inspect my pizza when it arrived. And to get updates on my progress. Granted it was big. And I did eat almost every morsel. As well as being hovered over, I dislike being watched while I eat. I am not a side show. Eyes forward, you old bag! It's rude to stare & I nearly asked her to put her manners in.
Getting the attention of the waitress, any waitress, or a waiter, or anyone even walking past seemed doomed to failure. None of them would make eye contact. Short of tripping one up to ask for the bill, I got sick of waiting and went up to counter, pointing to where I had been seated & was given the bill at last. Not that I felt like paying it or giving a tip. This place is poles apart from Sanur, where a raised eyebrow would bring a waiter running to my side to grant my next wish, not a mean feat when you consider I have a fringe! I will write to them and tell them their restaurant is much more awesome than Ubud's.
I was inundated with offers for transport as I walked back up to the road negotiating the hills & dales of the footpath in the dark. I find it a wee bit dodgy this ‘taxi' business that has no regulation. I could accept, climb in a minivan or car never to be seen again, hacked up into little pieces and fed to the suckling pigs, and no one would know until I didn't come home from my Bali holiday! I suspect it does not help that I am reading Dark Shadow, abook about vampires where there is a lot of evil & hacking going on! I decided to walk up to Jl Bisma where I got a lovely driver home from Café des Artiste the other night. But there is no-one there! It is Saturday night after all. So I just keep walking, depending on the headlights of passing traffic to guide my footsteps. I am an idiot. Someone could just as easily jump out of the bushes or drive by and scoop me up in their van, never to be seen again. There really is no one around as the road descends towards the bridge. I am feeling somewhat apprehensive. Even all the shops are shut. I don't fancy walking up the hideously steep hill in pitch darkness to my hotel. My nervous energy and the long walk would have burnt a few calories to justify having pizza again? I have reached Murni's Warung, surely there will be drivers hanging around there or out the front of Bridges restaurant. Hello, my friend! I hear. A man separated himself from a group of three and walks towards me with a big smile and hand outstretched, asking how I was. Bagus I answer as we shake hands. Where are you going? Back to my hotel. It's Saturday night, you should be at a bar with our friends. No, I want an early night. Where are you staying, do you need transport? (halleluiah!). Yes please. I did not negotiate a price. I got his whole life story in the 3 minutes it took him to drive me up the hill. As he delivered me to the hotel carpark, I asked how much do I owe him? Whatever you think is fair, he answers. As he was sent to me by my guardian angel, I give him more than I usually negotiate in sheer gratitude and thanked him. I am home safe, an idiot, but safe and unhacked.
I slept solidly for 7 hours. Hooray! I needed to get cracking this morning, as breakfast service starts at 7.30am and I am being collected at 8.15am for my cooking class. The hotel restaurant is crowded this morning. All the comfy lounge chairs by the fish pond are taken. For a change, I have a mixed omelette with my bacon & toast. Sweet toast. They bring around this morning's treat - a banana fritter with chocolate sauce drizzled over it and coconut sprinkled on top. I really shouldn't but I did. Seems that it is not coconut, but grated cheese on top. Eww! The waitress must have seen my face, came over and asked me if I liked it. Is it supposed to have cheese on the top, thinking the chef had been drinking a bit too much arak last night? Yes, you don't like? I don't like. She whipped it away an brought me another one with no embellishment. I did not recall objecting to the chocolate sauce!
I have some dirty laundry to take to reception so pop back to my room to get it. I put it on the ground as I locked the door after myself, bent down to pick it up again and my back went. I'd say the disc in L4-L5 has decided to bulge to the left as it is wont to do on occasion after 20 years of nursing and I could no longer stand up straight. Bugger! The car is coming for me in 5 minutes. I gingerly hobble back inside to down some nurofen then hobble to reception, like an eighty year old woman, with sound effects to match. Hand over my laundry, which was not heavy, btw. Take a seat and wait. About 20 mins. The van arrives, near full - a French family of 4 in residence. The back seat is raised so I can climb into the caboose. Comfy? No. Fortunately we are only going as far as the Ubud Market. In front of the royal palace we meet up with two other carloads - 16 people who want to learn how to cook Balinese food on a Sunday morning. Who'd have thought? We are divided into 2 groups and meekly follow the leader into the still trading end of the market.
Our guide stops in front of a flower & readymade offerings stall & we gather around as he explains why the offerings are made, how they are made and what they are made of and passes around samples of flowers, dried banana leaf, pandan leaf for us to touch and smell. Around the corner we stop in front of a vegetable stall & we are shown varieties of veggies. Any questions? I have one. How do they keep the fish fresh? I had noticed a basket full of what look like big sardines, a frequent landing field for numerous flies, being idly shooed by the stall vendor! Oh, they are already cooked, he laughed and led us away. I found myself hoping fish is not on today's menu. We are led to a stall selling kitchen implements. We are shown various knives, graters, bowls etc and then it is upstairs to a spices stall. Various spices are handed around to sniff. They also sold coffee, including Coffee Lawar, of which I was unfamiliar. Gag! When it was explained by our guide how this coffee was processed I was never so glad to be a non-coffee drinker. Ewww! And kittypoo coffee is expensive too! Who buys that stuff? Our final port of call was a fruit stall. Mangosteens are in season. I did not know that you can tell how many segments are inside by counting the ‘petals' on the underside. We were offered mangosteen, salak (snake fruit) and rambutan to try. I have eaten all three in the past, so left that to the others. It was stinking hot in the market and I was desperate to sit down.
We made our way to the cars & were driven to a village in Petulu where there were many terraced rice paddies. Our host, Wayan was introduced as we stood out on the roadside and gave us a lesson on the cycle of growing rice & irrigation. He was an excellent speaker, had as laughing and eating out of the palm of his hand with his big happy smiles and jokes. I took to leaning on a tree as I listened until someone pointed out that it had big red ants crawling on it. I leap away & flicked one off a finger seconds before he could bite.
Back in the vans & our final stop is Wayan & Puspa's family home. We were given a drink as we sat around the meeting bale while Wayan explained each buildings' significance, position & family life. It was very educational. We then filed out back to the kitchen and dining area where Puspa showed us the ingredients we would be using to cook & set us up in aprons & chopping utensils & everyone had a task. I had the task of chopping tempe and then snake beans. Once the ingredients were prepared we all had a go at grinding the basic ingredients in a huge deep mortar thr size of a bucket with a wooden pestle as big as an oar. We were given a tour of the kitchen garden and then set to work cooking our meal. It was so much fun. I sat out most of the actual cooking part as my back was so sore, so I was presented with a chair to sit & watch the others toil over gas stoves & woks. We sat down to some fantastic tasty food & had a ball chatting with each other. During the meal, Wayan came up to me & asked if he could put some fresh aloe vera on my burnt back, which looks worse than it is because of the rash, that continues to itch. It was heaven and so thoughtful. They really are a delightful couple and so genuine. I cannot recommend this experience highly enough, even though I spent most of the day in pain. I had a ball. And now I have the recipes for each dish prepared to try at home.
Spent the afternoon online, looking for a chiropractor. Got a reply from the naturopath - booked out. Will ring around in the morning. Time for bed.
NB: In trying to post this, I have been given a warning that some content is somehow unacceptable & I might be banned. It is a very non-specific error message Mr Moderator. It would be helpful if you could highlight the problem so posters could fix it. Just sayin'. I have no idea what is causing the problem, so I have replaced a few names with *** in the hope that is fixed?
Cheers,
Bagusbabe