Following from From part 2:
Wednesday 28th - we checked out from our villa in Semyniak at 9am, and our driver Yoga, drove us to Ubud, the cultural area in the foothills of Mount Agung in northern Bali. Due to the chaotic traffic, it took us 1,30h to travel 30km (18,64miles) !!
On the way, we stopped at the Tegalalang rice terraces - one of the most visited tourist attractions in Ubud with its terraced layout of the rice paddies. There are a couple of small stalls scattered in the fields that sell drinks, coconut water and souvenirs.
If you want to take photos on the swings or in front of signs that are all over the fields someone will always pop up to charge something. It's not much of course, but it can be a bit annoying. I would rather they charged a fee to enter the area and even have signs explaining how rice is sown, harvested, etc, because you leave the area not knowing much about the culture of the rice anyway.
The rice fields were the highlight of our trip, truly beautiful, even though you have to be fit to go up and down the fields, climb narrow steps, step over puddles, avoid the muddy areas, etc. I was almost breathless as I reached the top on our way out.
We then had lunch at a small restaurant overlooking the fields - Surya Terrace, but I could only manage a fruit platter as I was tired and sweaty with the high humidity.
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| The restaurant was down the stairs overlooking the rice fields. |
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| My fruit platter lunch |
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| Panoramic view from the restaurant over the rice fields |
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| Coffee beans, sorting and roasting |
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| The civet (which was in an enclosure), the open air tasting area, the various coffees and teas, brewing the coffee |
Shortly after starting our coffee tasting, we had to move under cover as it started to rain heavily.
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| A great view over a forest They had plenty of great coffee signs at the plantation:    |
On the drive to our accommodation, it started raining heavily again. When we were about 10 min away Karina contacted reception as the driver said the car wouldn't go all the way there, and he was right!
The huts where we stayed were on a narrow lane, wide enough for 2 bikes side by side only. They sent two people in motorbikes down to the main road to load our luggage, and we walked the 5 odd minutes up the pathway until our guest house - Nur Guest House.
The rain had stopped but restarted as we finished check-in. We had two little Balinese huts side by side, with just a bedroom and bathroom, and the use of a lovely pool which served the complex of 4 or 5 huts.
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| Our hut, bedroom, bathroom and pool |
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| walkway between the pond to the huts where they had tables to eat while sitting on the floor |
The view from the entrance to Nur Guest House - Mt Batur, an active volcano 1717mt high, that last erupted in 2000. Karina was keen on the hike to the top, but it meant a guided challenging 4-hour trek starting at 2,30am to reach the summit at sunrise around 7am. Nobody else was keen, so she didn't go either.
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| Mt Batur in the distance and rice fields across from Nur Guest House |
After unpacking and a rest we went to dinner at Casa Luna restaurant.
The meal and service were great, the restaurant is partly owned by an Australian Janet DeNeefe who has spent the last 30 years in Bali championing the cuisine and culture of her adopted home.
She is a cookbook author and also founder of the Ubud Writers and Readers Festival.
After dinner we walked to the guest house and sat outside our hut having a drink listening to the rain fall.
Thursday 29th - I didn't sleep too well the three nights we spent there, as the crickets in the pond at the entrance to the complex made a hell of a racket the whole night, there was music from the temple just 500mt away, there was a cat that miawed during the night, a gecko "sang" in what appeared to be inside our room, someone swept pavements at 5Am (it's a Balinese thing apparently to sweep between 5 and 6am!!), the neighbour's chickens started singing pretty early too, grrrrr...
Just around the corner from our accommodation, on the main street of Ubud (Jl Raya Ubud) there was a beautiful temple - Pura Dalem, (Temple of death, dedicated to Rangda, the Demon Queen) with a beautiful gate.
When someone dies in Bali they are temporarily buried, and their spirit resides in pura dalem until a cremation ceremony takes place and that person is free to be reincarnated.
During the 4 days we were in Ubud, this temple celebrated Galungan, a festival when the Balinese dress up in their finest traditional clothes to attend prayers at the temples, bringing offerings to share. It's when the Balinese renew their commitment to try and make tomorrow a better day, by making themselves better each day.
During festivities non-Hindus aren't allowed to go inside the temples, so I just took photos of the beautiful entrance gate.
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| The steps to the entrance were lined with yellow flowers. |
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| The temple at night |
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| Offering to the Gods that are set out daily in front of houses and shops and even in taxis |
After breakfast we crossed the street and visited the Puri Saren Agung (Ubud Royal Palace). Most of the structures in this compound were built after the 1917 earthquake, and the palace is still the residence of Ubud's royal family. A truly exquisite lot of buildings!
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| Gardens and house at the Ubud's Royal Palace |
Back on the main road we visited the Pura Taman Sarawasti Temple (Lotus Temple). This temple has a large pool with lotus flowers and a nice garden with lots of frangipani trees.
Again tourists couldn't go into the temple through the main gate. There is a cafe - Cafe Lotus, with entry on the main street and the back facing the lotus pond.
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| Lotus Cafe at the Lotus Temple gardens |
We ended with a walk through the Ubud market next to the temple.
I read somewhere that very early in the day they sell fruit and vegetables, then later on it becomes a clothes and souvenir market. I found it sad that they had stall after stall selling similar things, so not everyone would sell.
We had a late snack at Joglo Organik just down the lane from our guest house looking out to the rice fields. While we were eating heavy rain and thunder started and we just waited it out until we could run back to our huts a few hundred metres away.
Dinner was at Miro Gardens restaurant on the main road.
