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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

My Month in Bali...Continued

I left you to catch-up on some much-needed sleep and try and acclimate my body to the very different temperature of this country from the North Island of New Zealand.

I had left Auckland in a howling rainstorm with temperatures in the low 60's and coat and umbrella very much required.  I arrived in Bali hours later to blazing sun, a humidity level that embraced the body in a damp, cloying blanket of sweat which was impossible to lose and temperatures in the high 80's.

Driving from the national airport in Depensar with the radio blaring and the air conditioner grinding out a tepid flow of cool? air, with my host's son, the driver, giving me what I am sure was a splendid commentary on what we were passing by in totally non-understandable English, we arrived at the Rumah Roda Homestay in Ubud.

If you have read my previous post about my first day - how really lovely my room was and my immediate invitation and attendance at the Full Moon Festival, you know I ended my first 24-hours in Bali hot, sweaty and exhausted - but with my mind filled with brilliant colors,  images of the beautiful Indonesian people and a small inkling of their deep devotion to their Buddhist religion.

So now it's 2 days later.  Sunday morning and my host, Darta, has sent word that the Full Moon Festival continues over the weekend and I must join the family for an excursion to the famous Pura Tirtha Empul.  

This is the largest 'purification temple' on the island.  This is where you come to  bathe in 'holy water' and even take jugs of it home to use for your daily religious rituals.

We got a late start and arrived to find this normally peaceful and not very crowded temple overflowing with worshipers there to celebrate and be cleansed during the Full Moon Celebration.  You can see from the photos just what I mean by crowded.  (I returned to this temple very early in the morning the day of my photography tour and will share more detailed photos with you a bit later.)

The entrace
Offering left in thanks to the Temple
The 100's waiting in waist-deep water to be showered with holy water

Waiting in line 
A temple within the Temple
Behind the pools of holy water is a massive space where hundreds can pray and offer thanks.  Priests come from the local villages to perform the ceremony. They are surrounded by their parishioners who have come specifically to be showered, blessed and return home with their jugs of holy water.  The priest for this continuing Full Moon ceremony is the same that officiated at the one on the day I arrived.  I still think looks like Mr. Miyagi from The Karate Kid.




This Temple requires that all that enter must wear a sarong.  I had my trusty purple one which was 'mine' to use at all ceremonies I attended during my stay. But tourists who come to the temple are provided with a sarong to wear upon entry (for a small donation).  While Darta and family were being showered and praying, I spent my time observing, taking photos are getting the giggles seeing some of the amazing outfits that 'tourists' ware!


My favorite:)


Outside the entrance to the Temple
is a massive park with an area filled with
stalls where folks are selling everything from
bananas to kites to juice and food.
Inside the Temple is peaceful, quiet except for
the tinkling sound of bells and hushed prayers.

Outside is a bustle of noise and hustle as everyone tries to sell you something while 100's of cars are jockeying for position trying to leave as buses are arriving to unload more and more people - both tourists and worshipers. It was overwhelming and the crowds were too much for me to really enjoy this visit.  When I returned it was a whole different story - as you will see.

This darling little owl was just                                   Colorful kites for sale.
on a table looking very calm and wise

 The 'finger' is being pointed at me for taking her photo without purchasing a banana!  Me bad - so I bought a banana!

It was an amazing experience and I was so glad to be included in this family celebration.  I was even allowed to join with the entire village as they joined together (inside and in the shade of one of the smaller temples). 

Until next time.......which I promise will be really soon - like later today!

Wednesday, May 17, 2017

32 DAYS IN BALI - Part One

It’s 5 p.m.  The sun is setting.  The call to prayers at a nearby mosque can be heard drifting on the breeze along with the ever-present smell of incense, satay being cooked over an open-flame grill and the too-sweet smell of rotting fruit.  

The Balinese language is a muddle of sounds played on a musical scale that rises and falls.  Temperatures hover in the high 80’s with rain falling almost daily, either a brief shower or a torrential downpour, with the humidity level averaging always close to 100%.  Just a hint of a breeze is a gift to be stopped and enjoyed.

What am I doing on this hot, humid, tropical country for a whole month?   Why did I choose to end my 11-month sojourn of the South Pacific on this Indonesian island?  Honestly?  Because I, like so many other women, fell in love with and hoped to find ‘something or someone special’ here after reading Elizabeth Gilbert’s Eat, Pray Love.  Stupid reason to visit a country, isn’t it?  And of course, I haven’t seen anyone who comes close to looking like Javier Bardem to say hello to, let alone who could possibly lift me off my feet!

I’m sweating.  I’m always sweating.  I can only manage the heat with two-to-four showers per day, not counting my daily running jump into the pool at my homestay. 

Let me take a moment a tell you what a homestay is, compared to a hotel,  resort or AirBnB.  A homestay is a Balinese family-owned compound.  The depth of a family compound runs from the street it faces to the street behind and can be as wide as 1/2 a city block.  One extended family, their relatives and employees all live happily(?) together in the many structures that are enclosed within the walls of the compound.   

There is always a small temple in the center where these very observant Balinese Hindus pray and give offerings each day.  Structures have been added during recent years to accommodate paying guests.  The one I am staying in is a typical addition.

At the rear of my homestay is a three-story structure that has 9 very large rooms - 3 per floor.  The beds are enormous, 1 1/2 times the size of an American king.  Several of the rooms have an additional twin or a daybed in the room.  There is an armoire for your clothes, a sink, a shower/tub combo, a toilet and mini fridge. The beds are enclosed in mosquito netting, a must, as there are no screens or windowpanes. 

Rhuma Roda entrance
My room is the top floor - left side

My bedroom, desk & outside seating area.

Looking down at the pool                                        The family Temple.
Though my homestay is located within an easy 10-minute walk to the very center of Ubud, wth their huge marketplace and the Palace (residence of the current ceremonial-only King of Bali) it is located on a fairly quiet street- if you don't take into consideration the dozens of roosters who crow all day AND ALL NIGHT or the many street dogs who join in with their howls and barks at all hours of the day and night.  And then there is the putt-putt and roar of the main form of Balinese transportation - the motor scooter.  Quiet in Bali is relative.

Yep, there is a scooter under there
Parked in front of Temple for service

Two guys just bought a new wheelbarrow, pulling it behind
They are everywhere, used to transport anything and everything.  There are no rules or at least it seems like that.  They dart around and pass you on both sides of your car, they drive the wrong way on one-way streets, they cut between buses and trucks with only inches to spare.

Though the age for a scooter license is officially 17, children from the ages of 8 or 9 drive scooters to school every day. Parents put babies in a backpack, two other children sit between the driver and the passenger and one standing between the handle bars.  I kid you not, that's a family of 6 on a scooter - and that's normal!

And yes, I've put my life in the hands of a scooter driver as it's the cheapest and fastest taxi service in Bali.  I could get a ride to anywhere in Ubud for $10,000IR - that's 75 cents in USD.

The day I arrived was the March Festival of the Full Moon, a traditional Hindu celebration.  Darta, my host, and head of the family in whose compound I am staying, immediately invited me to attend and photograph this event with his fellow family members and friends.

It is necessary for women to dress properly when entering a temple or attending a ceremony.  I was given a traditional sarong, normally of colorful batik cloth, which one of the women tied for me so it would not fall off and then a scarf is tied around the middle.  Women normally wear a white kebaya, or blouse, but I did not have one so my shirt, because it had a small sleeve, was passable. You will see from the photos that the women's kebayas can be extravagant, very sheer, lacy, colorful and are worn with a corset underneath.

Men wear a folded white fabric hat, white dress shirt and a darker, muted-colored sarong.  The point of their sarong is always much longer at the front and even drags on the ground.  Darta shared with me that the men do not wear underwear!  In their heat, I could understand why.  My sarong was tied over my pants and within minutes  I so wanted to be able to take them off

I took over 100 photos during the Full Moon's morning and into afternoon celebration.  Here are just a few.  Don't forget you can 'click' on any photo to enlarge it.

The 'band' who would play non-stop all day

 The temple with the women presenting their many offerings.

Waiting for the priest to arrive. He has to officiate at all the local celebrations on the same day so normally runs very late!                      And here he is!  Doesn't he look like Mr. Miyake from The Karate Kid movies?

The priest changes his outfit and adornments several times during the ceremony while music is constantly being played.  The children are adorable and very well-behaved.
Little girls in traditional dress

                                                                                 Young girls doing traditional Balinese dance
Folk characters performing 
And one must check your email!  

You realize I have now been in Bali less than 24-hours?  I'm exhausted and hot and think it's time to take a long nap.  But don't worry, I have so much more to share with you about my time in this beautiful country and lots and lots of photos!

Until next time.....

Friday, March 24, 2017


Still coughing but no longer running a fever, it was time to leave Auckland and head to Rotorua.

I had been told by everyone that this was one area that I should really take time to visit.  I was told to be sure to take in the evening show and dinner at the Maori Village, see the geysers and be sure and take the plunge into one of the hot baths. If nothing else, I thought it might cure the lingering effects of my cold!

Once again hopping on a Naked Bus, I arrived early afternoon and checked into my SINGLE room at the YHA Rotorua.  When you get out of the big cities, the hostel prices become a lot more reasonable - which meant I could afford not to share my room with 3-8 others - just had to share the bathroom!

Lunch was in order and I had a great one at the Pig & Whistle.  I wandered around town for a bit before deciding I wasn't completely 'up to snuff' and a nap wouldn't be a bad idea before heading to Maori Village for their tour, HAKA dance, and dinner.

 It was enjoyable if pricey and quite 'touristy.'  The best show I have ever seen in all my travels was the multi-island presentation on Oahu, Hawaii at the Polynesian Cultural Center.  This was a very small version of that one.

The next day I had signed up for a full-day tour with Real Rotorua Tours.  Wow!  I cannot tell you just how great this day was!  First, I was the only tour member - for the entire day.  And instead of canceling the tour,  I had the owner/tour guide all day all to myself.

Rotorua in located in a volcanic caldera 16-miles wide.  In the morning we tramped through massive redwood tree and fern forests;  saw streams that were colored the colors of the rainbow at Hamurana Springs; visited Okere Falls and watched the white water rafters tumbling over the Falls; stood between the Blue & Green Lakes which are side-by-side and one is blue - the other green; I was even served homemade hot chocolate and biscuits during our lakeside break.

After lunch it was time to soak our feet in Kerosene (very hot) Creek; watch the mud bubbling at the Waiolapu mud pool, and see where a thermal pool began as it fed down to out last stop - the thermal hot springs.  A bathing suit was a requirement of the trip!

It was a fabulous day - so educational and different and fun.  If you are even in Rotorua, then you MUST sign up for a Real Rotorua Tour!

I ended the evening with a return visit to the Pig & Whistle for dinner and then very early to bed as I had to catch my bus to Tauranga at 5:10A.M!

I had signed up to housesit for Boston, an adorable labradoodle, while moms Helen and Bron went off camping, hiking and biking around the Coromandel.
I had a great view of the local landmark - The Mount - from the deck.  Boston and I bonded and took leisurely walks around the neighborhood and when the Moms returned, we had a great brunch on the shore and watched a surf/lifesaving competition before it was time for my final bus ride that would return me to Auckland for my last 2 days in New Zealand!


I'm always asked what it is about traveling that keeps me on the road.  Other than my natural sense of wanderlust (not being able to sit still in one place for a long length of time!) it's learning the history of the countries I visit, the cultural differences - and similarities - we ALL share, and most importantly, it's the people I meet along my journey.

One afternoon, while I was just wandering through the upper floor of the TePapa Museum in Wellington, I met two sisters with their 90-year-old mother discussing a display of bobbin lace.  Since I had become a great fan of this extremely difficult craft while living in Brussels, I eased dropped on their conversation with the docent and eventually joined in. It turned out they were from Auckland and when I said I had yet to really see Auckland (ah-choo!) they said one of the things I must do was take a Red Boat River Cruise and have lunch at the historic Riverhead Tavern - which just by chance, the youngest sister and her husband owned!

I thought this sounded like a great way to spend a day.  The sisters and I had even emailed and found a date to meet at the Tavern for lunch.  And then I caught 'the cold!'  But here I was, back in Auckland with 2 free days and the first thing I did was call the sisters and rebook my river cruise.

The weather was perfect - the sun shone, there was a light breeze and the waters were tranquil and it was so relaxing to cruise for an hour and a half (right past Tom Cruise's massive ocean-going yacht with a helicopter on top! - he was in town filming) to the Tavern, enjoy a delicious lunch of fish 'n chips and a good glass of New Zealand white wine while visiting with the sisters.

I took the train into the city center and had to catch a cab to the wharf where I got the Red Boat.  I had to share the shot of Auckland's main train station.  So bright & clean.

Tom's helicopter

Cruising under the Harbor bridge with the city skyline in the background

            The Riverhead Traven

I cannot believe 9 months have passed since I arrived in New Zealand.  The Kiwi's are some the nicest, most warm and welcoming people I've ever had the privilege to meet.  I leave with the great honor of having made life-long friendships - and have even been invited to come back real soon!

My airport shuttle arrived in the pouring rain at 4:00 A.M., the start of what would be a massive storm that created havoc, flooding and lots of damage to roads all over the North Island.  I was lucky and my flight to Brisbane and then onto Bali departed on time - but it was with a sad heart that I was leaving what had been a wonderful 'home' for so many months.

The Auckland Sky Tower

Farewell New Zealand......until next time