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Dr. Wayan Medicine Woman
Last night we attended another dance
the Barong Legong – which we really didn't get. The costumes were
cool though – especially of the lion and the gamelan band (all
male) was cool. Speaking of which – the men have it pretty good
here, it is a patriarchal society. When a woman gets married she has
to go …
Cheka Cheka Cheka
Although we've enjoyed our beach time
it's time to go and explore some more of Bali. After negotiating our
transport: “200,000 rupiah - no way 120,000; 200 - no 120; 160 –
hmmm - can't go lower - 150. Fine 150!” we drove through the
countryside and saw rice fields and women without shirts which caused
us …
U.... Bud and then we did Tanah lot!
... A fishing village, where the seafood on the beach is outstanding. We enjoyed some snapper and prawns ( all a little high risk but uber yummy) through sunset and kipped in a small hostel very close to the beach.
We spent our last 24hours back in Kuta, around the 10year anniversary of the Bali bombings which took place here. A poignant topic amongst the locals and we enjoyed the festival of life put on to commemorate it. A ...
Wednesday 25 July 2012 – Saturday 29 July 20
... volunteering hat on again). We also saw a demonstration with a Komodo dragon, but Helen only watched the end of that on account of the dragon being fed a dinner of furry little things that bounce.
After the bird park we went into the "reptilinarium", which although it contained a lot of reptiles it did feel like it was a bit of an afterthought of a place. The crocodiles didn’t have a lot of room to move around and most of the other reptiles ...
Way down south where bananas grow
... water shot clear and clean from thousands of rivulets along the way. Mason and I were perched on the front of our raft; our guide and three other guests were behind us. Right away we were dropping through the rapids, which seemed to run almost ceaseless throughout our two hour journey. The rapids were no more than class two or a light class three, but it got our hearts pounding, and I kept yelling at Mason to drop his butt onto the floor of ...