Kalaspa Singaraja

... Little freaky , as you can not predict their movements or temperament and need to have eyes in the back of your head!


I managed to get some great pictures while there, a highlight was seeing a newborn monkey:) I caught this one on video.I'll load it as soon as I figure how to on this thing.I am such a pc virgin!! I want my mac!!!

From the Monkey forrest we went straight to Jimbaran Bay...a good hour away . We were dropped at a ...

... rather than our physical resources.

So after three weeks in Candidasa, and we had one more week in
Indonesia before we departed. Another person we met while volunteering
at the clinic was Toni Tack. Toni is a fascinating 70-something-year
old Dutch woman who is an Indonesian historian living in Bali. Our
encounter with Toni radically changed how we were planning to spend our
last week in Bali.........

... on going to the market as they have better prices. We have no idea of the going rate, and this is a place to bargain. Bali is famous for Batik, carved wood, basket making, and silver . There are so many wonderful items, you just can't imagine. We made it only half way to the market and didn't even get to the most popular shopping and restaurants when Gary decided we should go to the ...

... before. We ended up having Mexican which took over an hour to come and we only ordered nachos! They were obviously from a packet and were not even that nice. When we paid the bill the waiter had no change so told us to go and buy water to get him change. David was outraged, and didn't see why we should have to do it when it was his problem. He spent the next hour moaning about it. The next day we lay in and went for ...

... much alcohol in the house anyway. Just a couple of beers and some wine. One wine was this rice wine, which was by far the most potent thing I have ever tried. It was even too strong to drink after I watered it down with water and while I plugged my nose to drink it. So, Julia and I, laughing the night away and making silly calls to our program coordinators, decided to call up a taxi at 2 in the morning to take us to a supermarket to get us a little more beer. We finally ...

... Erin's face that she loved them! So this is when it got nasty. We of course tried to get out of paying for what we didn't even want to begin with, but they weren't having anything to do with it. We were suddenly surrounded by touchy and pushy Bali *****es that wouldn't let us leave. After a few explicit exchanged words we finally made it out of there after only having to pay $20 for a 2 minute pedicure. What a deal! So, after ...

... boost my body up over the side...which is pretty high...I'm bigger than the guy pulling me in...it's a struggle...but a few grunts and groans and scrapes and bruises later...we're headed back to the island of Bali and Dewa to see the rice-paddied landscapes as we drive back down to the south. June 13 The Balinese cremation ceremony...I've been hearing about it...trying to understand the ritual as it is practiced here...with the language barrier I'm getting ...

... where they charge 6000 rp. Before dinner we each had a luxurious 90 minute massage, for 22,500 rp (around $24). That was amazing. Had dinner at TR, another quick dip in the pool, and then back to bed again. Day 3 Had our usual breakfast in the morning, although we have been alternating among our choices.The three of us met with Beth the american owner of TR and talked about places that Linda could do some purchases of her purses as well as our trip up north later this week ...

... of pisang goreng (banana fritters) on Saturday morning, I went to school! While deaf people in Desa Kolok have more equality than most deaf people elsewhere in Indonesia, they have never been to the village school (which is equivalent to a primary school in the UK), although recently some had been to the deaf school in Singaraja, and further away in Jimboran. There, they are taught using Indonesian Sign Language, which the ...

... take photos of you with monkeys. Then up to the hills and stopped for the night in a town called Candikuning. This turned out to be a muslem area with lots of head scarfs and hallal food. My accomidation was a bit more basic then up to now in a town where you can pay to go to "delux western toilets" a whole in the ground style with no flush seemed to be the going standard. This was a pity because I suffered my first real ...