Trip Start May 04, 2011
124Trip End Oct 08, 2012
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Agoes led the pack with Yeonmi on deck, the sisters second, and then Parry (crazy driver) had Daniel on board followed by Ricky and me as the caboose. Although Ricky doesn't have much patience for slow drivers (sounds like someone we know J)
Pandang Beach was the first white sand beach I was seeing and it was just as paradise like as it is in Eat, Pray, Love, but more notorious for its prime surfing. To access the beach we had to pass a large crowd gathered in the square. Today was the end of a big Indonesian festival, Kuningan. In celebration they have a ceremony where the women prepare a ton of food and offerings for the Temple. As part of the special occasion men conduct cock fights. Please don’t read this if you are an animal activist. In the main square close to a hundred men crowded around. At first they go through the selection process, posing different roosters against one another to see the aggression level. If they feel it will be a good opponent they then tie a small blade to each of the rooster’s legs while another manages the bets being placed. Next they put they place the two birds in the middle of the circle forcing all the spectators to back up. I was probably standing a little too close for comfort, when the fight began
Our next stop was to Pura Luhur Ulu Watu, one of several important temples to the spirits of the sea along the south coast of Bali. To reach it, we walked along this gorgeous cliff that drops straight down to the sea while dodging the wild monkeys who during our visit I witness them grab the following items from other tourists: water bottle, hat, glasses, camera case and gum.
We watched the mesmerizing sunset before attending the Kecak dance. This cultural dance is unusual because it does not have a gamelan accompaniment. Instead the background is provided by a changing "choir" of men who repeat the sounds “chak-a-chak-a-chak” while dancers in costume perform the tale of the Ramayana, the quest of Prince Rama to rescue his wife Sita after she had been kidnapped by Rawana, the king of Lanka. Throughout the dance, the circle of seated men, all bare-chested and wearing checked cloth around their waists, repeat the “chak-a” sound swaying and bouncing their body as if the movement of a monkey in an eery coordination
After the performance we motored back down to town stopping at the local market for dinner. Post dinner, we went our separate ways to shower and get ready for the night out. We did a little pre-partying at our villa, drinking “arak” cocktails, a drink native to Indonesia similar to soju. A few played drinking games while the rest of us viewed the day’s photos on my laptop. A few new people joined us, among them another Ricky who became our designated driver. He managed to pile 11 of us into an eight person van. Loaded up we hit Potato Lounge and then walked next door to dance at the W hotel. Of course all the cute Western men were dancing with skinny Indonesian women. I don’t know the nickname for these kind of women but according to Ricky they call the local men who are on the hunt for Western women “chicken” while the hunted white woman is referred to as the “fish.”
I made it an early night by 2:30AM whereas Ricky and Monika surfed that morning and didn’t make it back home until late afternoon for a brief siesta.