Tanah Lot at sundown, from the southern headland
The end of our trip
Last day, last evening and we were on our way to our last stop, Pura Tanah Lot, for the sunset and hopefully a cold drink (or two). Once we’d payed the entry fee and run the gauntlet of the tourist market, selling the usual touristy tat, we passed through a set of pillars into the temple proper mixing in with the pilgrims and other travellers. The temple is one of the seven sea temples that protect Bali, each is placed so that the next is in view. Continue reading
Well it lived up to it’s name, there was a forest and it was filled with monkeys, macaques to be precise. They live pretty well off the food that the tourists bring, did see a few rather stout types lolling around. Word of advice don’t bring food in, the little gangster’s will demand it with menaces and believe me you don’t want to get bit. Hepatitis B is prevalent in crab eating macaques, and then there’s the rabies. Continue reading
Candi Kuning which means, strangely enough, ‘yellow temple’ (not to be confused with The King in Yellow) sits on the edge of lake Bratan in Bedugal. There’s a Hindu and a Buddhist temple on the same site and they seem to get along OK. The Meru’s standing out into the lake on small islands are very picturesque and the whole temple complex stands within a garden. Cool wind off the lake as the whole area sits at about 700m. Anything else? Oh yeah, the Hindu temple is dedicated to Ida Batara Dewi Ulun Danu, the goddess of the lake.
In the Taman Ayun complex, an artist at work.
The moated temple at Mengwi, recursing on its river island, guardian home of the gods, floating in the sea of eternity.
Well once it used to be the stronghold of feudal lords but now it’s the arts capitol of Bali… Spent an hour or so pottering around downtown Ubud, the town’s grown a bit and merged with the nearby village with lots of backpackers, cheap stays and bars. So it has a bit of a college town feel to it. If you’re visiting check out the royal palace. Not so much Versaille as a tropical Balmoral really. 🙂
Snapped on the road to Ubud. I have no idea who he is or what he’s doing apart from guessing that someone’s going to get an arrow in the eye any moment now. Continue reading
Not so much a mountain range as a caldera rim
Sitting on the caldera lip of an ancient super volcano at Kintamani having lunch and looking across at the basalt flow fields on the slopes of Mt Batur.
One statue of Ganesh, check. Temple offerings check. Miscellaneous lingam, check.
OK we’re done.
Entering the Elephant Cave temple through the mouth of a demon
Visiting the king of the spirits, and the demon queen Continue reading
You forget the heat and the humidity, the smell of two stroke exhaust and open drains, the tropical decay, the noise and dust of the towns, the quiet smiles of people in the street and the verdancy of the paddy fields and jungle.
As Galina was presenting a paper at the Aupec 2012 conference, it seemed like a great idea to go along with her. Continue reading