Day 2 @ Bali

We woke up at 7am and had the breakfast in the hotel. It was buffer, not many choices of food though. Tour guide and driver came over at 8am and brought us to the first place, where watch the “Barong Dance”. “Barong” was so called the god in Bali. There was lot of foreigner holding their camera and video camera get ready to record down the show. I also get excited to see the dance. The show started around 15 minutes and all of us left there. The dance was superb boring and couldn’t understand what they doing. I knew we were not appreciated their culture. Dana even said that he couldn’t really get them too.


The place we were watching the “Barong Dance”.

That was the “Barong”.

Well, we skip the dance and headed off to next place.

Painting workstation, Sukawati.

We were not allowed to take any photos inside the painting storeroom. I’m sure you know the reason, isn’t it? Most of their artworks were very impressive no matter it was abstract, scenery, artistic, cultural, or realistic painting. It makes you feel like buying all after looking through of them. We didn’t ask for the price as in your common scene the huge painting would be expensive.

The paddy field where beside the painting workstation.

We were arrived the Goa Gajah (Elephant Cave). It wasn’t the so interesting place. Anyway, since you been Bali you may take a look of it. The entrance fee was Rp 6,000 (approx. RM2). You must to wear sarong for those the pant couldn’t cover through your knees. It was the good news to the people who wearing the long pant. Don’t worry that no extra charge for the sarong.

We were walking to the down side.

Group photo. From left: Wai Siong, Chuan Bin, Carrie (my sister), Andrew, Yen Leng, Khong Wai and Pui Yen.

Me and Yen Leng.

I couldn’t remember the name for this door. I only knew that one side is bad, another side is good. The people walking in the middle are equal.

Mini waterfall.

Alright, it’s time to have our lunch at Kintamani. It was lunch buffer where the restaurant was facing to the volcanic. There was windy and a bit cold.

The restaurant called Bumi Ayu.

The foods were not that nice.

The volcanic. The black color around there was the lava.

My sister, Chuan Bin and me.

Group photo. Front: me, Andrew, Chuan Bin and Derek. Back: Pui Yen, Khong Wai, Yen Leng, my sister and Wai Siong. Photo is taken by the waitress.

Afterward, we visited the coffee farm.

It is coffee tree.

It is koko.

Vanilla plant.

Tegalalang, rice terrace

Photo is taken by Dana.

Next, we went to Ubud town. Dana brought us to the palace. The palace was open public because the Raja ngam ngam passed away.

Then, we spent one hour at Ubud market. You can buy the souvenir around here.

* Negotiating with Bahasa will helps you to get the discount up to 50 – 70%. As they thought you are Jakarta’s Chinese. Don’t expect the cheaper price if you speak English to them, Dana said.

Balinese women are good in using their head to carry the stuffs.

Again, I didn’t know the name of this temple. 5 minutes walk from Ubud market.

The visitor carved down the message on the floor.

We had the dinner at Bali Galleria, Denpasar. The restaurant was inside the shopping complex. The environment of the restaurant was quite good. But the food was sucks especially the vegetable dish. It was like uncooked and mixed with weird taste sauce. The vegetable dish was the biggest portion among all the dishes.

We back to the hotel and make booking for the massage. It was free of charge. We need to take turns to do it because there was not enough place to fit in 9 people at the same time. I was the last turns. They request you to take off the cloth only and lain on the bed. They massage from the foot and continue the back side. It was half body massage and took you 25 minutes something to finish it. I felt kinda itchy when she’s massage my thigh. So far the massage wasn’t bad.

It was 10.45pm and we were still gone out to Legian Street lepak-lepak. We went to Maccoroni had the beer drinks. The pub has the very nice interior design. We ordered the local beer called “Bintang” and two plates of French fried. The “Bintang” was no different with the Heineken. One bottle of it cost you Rp22, 000 (approx. RM7.30).

Last station, back hotel and sleep.

To be continue.....