Khas Bali – Day#3


Yet another verbose post….

is not on my mind today. Thats what we even did on day #3 at Bali. Mindless lounging within the resort and just a short walk about Nusa Dua beach.P1020254-001

For some reason Swapnil kept on thinking that our flight to Jakarta was at 8.30 pm (when in fact it was at 10.30 pm). I of course hadnt seen the tickets myself. So we planned a departure from Nusa Dua by 6.00 pm evening and that meant foregoing any tour / site seeing. We decided to take it easy on our last day. Engaged in some water sports  – Jet Ski, parasailing, snorkelling etc. After a lazy lunch at a small joint on the beach, we returned, checked out and were lounging about within the hotel premises. Bali is known for its hospitality and we were not disappointed. They allowed us to stay late, even after we discovered that our flight was in fact at 10.30!!

We took a break from net surfing(Swapnil took a break actually, I wasnt carrying Laptop) to catch sunset on the beach in the evening. Spread out ourselves on two of those comfortable deckchairs and took in the spectacle. Peace and quiet. Calm waters, light breeze, saw dazzling orange, pink and red slowly mute into purple and violet hues and eventually getting washed up in black. On the horizon, a well-lit sail shined steadily through all this. Both of us were silently watching. I was recalling all that we did on this trip. He might be doing the same. Probably Bali IS over rated – as he kept on mentioning to me all the time. But to me, this was a place worth visting. Maybe because I had this ‘idea’ of Bali in my mind for quite some time now, having read books and heard various accounts. I really thanked my luck that he’d settled for a trip to Bali which he had earlier promised me he’d avoid if given an option. 😉

I would visit Bali again. For its nature – which while not outworldly, sure seems pristine in comparison to the other places I’ve been (okay, Jogja is an exception), for its hospitality, for the ease with which we found vegetarian food (that is a point that only vegetarians will be able to appreciate) , for the fact that it helped us unwind within just 2 days and lastly, for its art and culture (which remained unexplored this time).

Ashi hi satha uttaranchi kahani pacha uttari suphal purna 😉


Khas Bali – Day #2


“Who’s that?” – I asked the driver.

We were in a car, Ubud – bound. It was the second day of our Bali trip and we would come across such installations now and then, instead of the usual triangles / circles or statues of leaders / other monuments, that mark the traffic management at any random place on earth.

“That IS Krishna”. Said the driver. When I made a face, he added – “Umm… I think…”.

Well, it could be Krishna for all I know, because ‘he’ was tackling some huge snake variety in the middle of waves and all of us in India have grown up listening to ‘Kalia mardan’ – the deadly dance of Krishna on the hood of Kalia – the huge serpent – and its eventual destruction. But Krishna in a typical Indian’s mind would always be handsome I guess. Maybe, this is Balinese Krishna, I thought, and they do not have such image hang – ups, I concluded.Though I was not at all convinced that this was Krishna. Anyways, en route, we came across so many such statues of various mythological characters, and even roads named after these characters. In Bali, people openly seemed to flaunt their culture – and more than that , their religion. So much that I am convinced they are more devout Hindus than myself or any other random common Indian Hindu person. I am digressing. As usual.

Well, we were Ubud – bound finally. We had landed at Denpasar, with no specific plan, but visiting Ubud was always on MY agenda, thanks to the book. Its lovely description about greenery, art, rice fields and peace and quiet totally seemed to by my thing. Based on his experience at Jogja (Yogyakarta) Swapnil had googled up terms such as ‘Bali driver’ etc previous evening and had landed on a website of a driver who offered to drive for some 10 hours for a sum of 400,000 IDRs. Considering the fact that 25 minute drive to Nusa Dua from Denpasar was being charged 120,000 IDR, this was totally a bargain. So we engaged a private car.

So far, our experience in Indonesia tells us to engage private cars – despite the fact that they might seem like a luxury. This is because of the super cheap fuel prices in Indonesia (half as much as in Mumbai at the moment). The only reason for astronomical taxi fares is the fact that there is complete privatisation and cartelisation of these taxi companies such as Blue Bird, Express and such other networks. So for one day trip, instead of taking taxis at various points, it is more economical to engage a private car. Anyhow, at Bali, public transport doesn’t seem very accessible and most of the high-end Hotels have some or other form of shuttle service to a pick – up and drop point. The only taxi network that we saw in Bali was Blue Bird, which billed us around IDR 65000 up to the airport while returning. So we had paid only 10000 IDR more (INR 50) and enjoyed a spacious car on day #1. Anyways.

We were supposed to visit several places in and around Ubud. However, due to the fact that we started off a bit late and then chose to spend more time at each individual place we saw, we could see only a few places.

Ubud and surrounding

As we went further from shores, the rainy weather soon lead to coolish airs around us and by the time we reached Kintamani, we were freezing and wet from the rains. We stepped out for lunch at Kintamani, which seems to be full of hotels on cliff allowing a magnificent view of the opposite hill. At the hotel, we got asked whether we were Hindus, for probably some fiftieth time and then ushered into a dining hall that seemed to be some surreal fusion of Indian and Chinese concepts. Anyhow, we chose to first go to the terrace and take a view of the opposite hill.DSCN0469-001

and this is what we saw. The opposite hill and the smallish valley in between was fully covered with mist. It was raining and breezy. The people who had chosen to eat on the counters facing this view were now sour faced. We went inside to check the menu. Having decided on the menu, we returned. It would have definitely been under 10 minutes. All we had to do was check for vegetarian dishes on the buffet menu, which as usual were just a couple or three. This is what we saw from the same vantage point. DSCN0471-001The weather had changed within minutes. Of course, in actual, this looked lovelier. We were at cloud level :). We spent quite some time taking in the view and had our post lunch (post – salad really) coffees at the terrace counters. This is another view of this hotel.


We then proceeded to the next thing on our agenda – Coffee walk.Within this area, many small farmers have their orchards cum plantation and grow and package organic stuff. Mostly tea, coffee, coco, spices, honey, aroma oils, wax, soap – all home-made. And many drivers have tie – up with particular owner where they take you for a walk. We couldn’t complain, the walk felt good. Weather was awesome, it having drizzled just minutes before.DSCN0484

We started at this archway and proceeded to walk through this narrow pathway – the owner’s son was pointing out various plant / tree varieties to us. The coffee beans, coca tree. Various medicinal herbs and the likes. It was lovely small orchard and we were informed that it was just one acre of land. Where the whole extended family worked grew so many things. We were taken to a cage and an animal was sleeping. We were informed, its luwak, a rare animal that eats coffee beans and excretes them intact. Just as we were about to conclude that luwak is a menace for coffee, we were informed that it’s not. In fact its an asset. Apparently, while Luwak’s stomach is not capable of processing coffee, the enzymes from its stomach change the taste of beans altogether and when ground, it is considered one of the finest coffee varieties – the luwak coffee. I remember reading ‘Kopi Luwak’ in large neon signs outside many a coffee shops in Jakarta, but always concluded that it was the name of the outlet, possibly a chain or something. But no, it had to be the advertisement for THIS.

Luwak SHIT
Luwak SHIT

‘Luwak shit’ apparently sells at a substantial premium for its taste. Human beings! they will go at any length for great food / taste. (or depths in this case) – tasting the luwak shit!! No offence to anyone who loves Kopi Luwak. I am sure it must be tasting great. While we obviously werent served luwak coffee (its at premium remember? – not that i was particularly interested in tasting it), we were allowed free sampling of other organic products – Cinnamon coffee, grDSCN0500een tea, lemon grass tea, ginger tea, coca and so on…

 It was quite flavorful  (and not just because was free). Eventually we got ourselves a  honey lemon tea pack which was substantially overpriced, but then we thought it was okay considering the organic farming gyaan that the orchard’s owner gave us.


Coffee walk

 Anyhow, after a leisurely walk through the orchard again,

we left for Tegalalang rice terraces. Now the weather was quite pleasant and it was absolute joy to pass through the greenery on both sides. This has been a feature throughout our travels so far within Indonesia. Also reminded us of Konkan, Maharashtra, India – where my family hails from. Konkan is lush green during monsoon days exactly like this.P1020187

We passed through these routes at leisurely pace, taking in the surroundings and living in the moment. It was one of the most pleasurable parts of our trip. Suddenly our driver stopped the car and informed us that we’d reached. We looked outside. Nothing indicative. Got off and began walking. There was a lot of foreign crowd. But all we could see were some art shops lined on both the sides. We were past the last shop on our left and suddenly came in view of rice terrace. There was a railing and many people were leaning on it with their heavy cameras to take in the greenery on the opposite side. Rice terraces. Green and pleasant. But I realised, not a big deal. Not a big enough deal at all.DSCN0506

I have seen rice terraces even at Yogyakarta and surroundings, I think even while going to Bandung and perhaps even at Bogor. Such structures ARE mainstay of Indonesian rice farming. Perhaps we could have taken a walk through these. Though we were close enough. We had tea at a hotel on the opposite side, with a small shack peeping into these terraces. We chose that very shack to sit, and just lounged around for a while. Nice weather, lush greenery, pleasant time of the day, the setting of this small pretty shack and peace and quiet – all of that was an amazing experience together. Though by now it was quite late. Bali is already an hour ahead of Jakarta and it was close to almost four thirty – five I think; we left for the Sacred Monkey Forest. Now, I have to admit, we should have done our homework. Especially since we had Lonely Planet with us. We should have simply read why is this so important a venue. We didn’t. Our driver for the day was probably 20 – 21 or even younger. His English was totally ‘functional’ and after several attempts we had given up on engaging him to know more of the area. So we just entered the place – without much idea of how and why, bought entry passes and started walking. This forest hosts macaques which seemed quite brave and were approaching tourists boldly. It began raining suddenly – so I don’t have many pictures of monkeys – though I managed to capture an impressive moment.P1020161

The forest is not really that. It probably was a forest at one point. Now all that remains is probably an acre or two of dense trees and shrubbery. There is a sacred temple and entry inside was not allowed. P1020166 A natural stream of some significance flows through the forest and the artists from past created a reservoir for the water in such a manner. I know my Mum would be smiling now, seeing Ganapati statue there…P1020164

The adjoining path led me to this giant sculpture of komodo dragon. Anyhow, it wouldn’t stop raining and that was our cue to leave the park/forest.P1020181

The car took us through Ubud market place – a melange of various art shops. Paintings, craft work, metal work, jewellery, fabrics. Souvenirs… all sorts. I wish we could have stayed one night at Ubud to explore all that – but we were short of time (on driver’s account) and short of patience (on Swapnil’s account) to visit these. We decided to window shop through car windows instead of actual window shopping. Nevertheless, it was quite entertaining. We would pass by shops, and then more shops – each with varying art work. Later we passed sculptors houses, which also had their studios in their own courtyard. So numerous rows of sculptures stood outside and we passed lanes after lanes of such houses. We spent time wondering who would be buying such huge statues nowadays and what was being done to survive by these artists. Anyhow, it gets dark quite early in Bali and by six fifteen, when we reached Kuta beach, the sun had already set. Though we were treated to a medley of colours, cool ocean breeze and tidal waves making it to the shore ‘wholeheartedly’ 🙂


P1020211We spent some time walking on the beach and taking in surroundings and then headed for dinner. Kuta beach is quite popular due to the aggressive ocean waves here. For lack of better words, it could be called cleaner and upmarket cousin of Kalangut beach in Goa. Surrounded by eateries, pubs and hotels, it is a popular tourist spot where options are available for all wallet – sizes. We even found an Indian eatery of non – fine dining variety and post our dinner there, we went to check out a souvenir Shop – Rama-Krishna ‘Oleh oleh Khas Bali’ store that offers only local things for souvenirs. We didn’t buy anything significant. But here’s where I found a statue of Krishna, which supported my view that Krishna is always handsome, even in Bali. On that note, we ended our day…


Khas Bali – Day #1

Khas Bali

Oleh Oleh Khas Bali

We were finally going to Bali after months of debating. Swapnil called me one day from work to let me know that he just saw a great deal online and was booking our vacation to Bali. I couldn’t believe for a moment. Several accounts had told us that Bali was over rated and that while it was pretty, it was as pretty as any other beach – place. Probably just cleaner with a dash of culture and art added to it. Considering that such comments came frequently, Swapnil was more inclined to go to some other place. Such as Lombok, if opportunity came. I on the other hand had been imagining for long time how Bali would be, having read this book. While I am not exactly a fan of that book, I really loved the description of Bali as a laid back paradise. So I was very much excited.

Anyhow, its off-season in Bali right now. Though given the equatorial belt, the weather is not really subject to dramatic changes…but for us fortunately, this meant that we could afford a stay at a top end resort and overall control the trip expenses too. Off to Bali we went…

Exactly a week ago, on Saturday morning, we landed at Denpasar, Bali. Groggy eyed and kind of tired. The previous two days had seen torrential rains and floods in Jakarta and finally when the rains stopped, there had been power cut within our area from Friday afternoon onwards. Unsure of whether we’d be able to make it at the airport on time (due to possible flooding en route) and to escape the power cut, we started off at the airport quite early. Like some seven hours early :).

 But all this resulted into sleepiness and general crankiness on the first day of our trip. Therefore note to self #1 – Unless it is absolutely imperative, do not plan travels  without factoring in adequate sleep and rest. Sleeping at the airport was attempted and given up. It was just too cold. On a related note – most of the airports are over air – conditioned! almost always freezing – despite crowds at the peak hours.The only exception was Hanoi’s Noi Bai airport in March last year – where, while we froze within the airport, outside, the weather was so cold that we felt paralysed by cold for a while… of course, I have only been to south-east asian countries so far – so I can only wonder what the really cold countries must feel like. Anyhow, now, I am digressing.

 So far, my attempts to keep this post only factual have fallen flat. So let me just try to limit this post by describing our first day in Bali.

 Nusa Dua

We always found transport in Jakarta costly, Bali is just unbelievable. A twenty-five minute ride from airport to Nusa Dua was for around 120,000 IDR – in INR terms, this is more than Rs. 600. Referring to our “standard repository for all knowledge and wisdom” for places within Indonesia, Swapnil used his superior negotiation skills to finally fix a price of 75,000 IDR for a private taxi ride to Nusa Dua. This taxi driver was a Hindu and particularly happy to know that we were from India. He asked us whether we were Hindus and then proceeded to play some Indian devotional song. Bali is the first ever place I got asked what my religion was. Frequently. Almost 90 percent of Balinese are Hindus, and I concluded, more devout than the Indian Hindus can ever be.

 We were staying at this lovely hotel. The service of this hotel is excellent. Not only the ambience, the luxury and private beach are noteworthy, but their hospitality is commendable. They allowed us an early check-in and late-checkout promptly and did not even charge us for the same. Promptly offered to change rooms when we expressed interest in some other view and did not express reservations when we chose to spend almost 5 hours after the check-out within hotel lobby. Thumbs up for Melia Benoa.

Having checked in, we spent some time freshening up and then proceeded to walk out. Nusa Dua is full of five-star hotel properties and the beaches are mostly privately owned by these hotels. You can walk down the whole beach-line crossing each of these hotels and checking out their properties. All of these are luxuriously built five stars  and walking down the beach is quite an experience given the sparsely populated beach and grand properties ashore. There are some temples within the hotel properties. While half wishing to go back to room and sleep, we couldn’t still help noticing how lovely the beach front looked.Though soon we headed back. It was absolutely hot, bright and sunny.

Melia Benoa beach front

 In the evening, we took a stroll through the surrounding area and eventually made it it Bali collection center. From scorching heat in the afternoon, it had gone all cool, billowy and the sky looked dazzling with all pinks, oranges and purples dashed across it. The boulevard that leads up to the collection center is absolutely pleasant to walk through. Neatly lined with trees and the greenery, it also has pleasant views from time to time of various mythological sculptures or other art forms. I wish we could have taken pictures of that road. But it was drizzling slightly and I preferred not to take camera out for the rest of the evening.

 Bali collection center is just a collection of high-end shops and some eateries.When we reached there, it was quite dark, though I guess it was just 7 pm. Neatly decorated shops, drizzling rains, live music booths, colourful lanterns (almost of Indian variety) and incense smell from time to time made up a pleasant atmosphere…we had great time checking out various souvenir shops, though we didn’t buy anything. These were over priced and we were anyways in a mood to just chill out. Eventually we found a good and reasonable eatery with live music as well.  One noticeable difference for a vegetarian traveller in Bali is the ease with which one can find vegetarian food. When we found vegetarian food with ease, the great ambience – the air, the smell, the pleasant music, the lovely colours and nice tasting food….with our five senses pampered , that’s when we finally began to unwind really.  It was late evening when we returned, relaxed and finally in the groove for the Bali experience.


I wanna make a memory…..

What are blogs – but the attempts to make memories…of what we thought and how we acted, what people thought and how they acted – the objects, the subjects and the vistas – all through writers’ eyes…

Granted, I have been quite lazy about making memories in this manner so far, though I plan to correct that soon – starting with this attempt to chronicle my trip to Bali last weekend….

The year in passing 2012 (actually it passed away a while ago..) brought new people, new places in my life – and was by far the most interesting year in my life…. went to so many new places… starting with Mahabaleshwar (!!!!!  – exclamation for several reasons) in February, Vietnam, Phillipines in March, Bogor-Gunung Mas in July, Yogyakarta in August, Singapore in September…and now Bali in January…..

So many places to write about…though I have been remiss. After we lost our Camera in Vietnam, resulting into me losing so many lovely pictures, the motivation to write, blog went away, even after owning a camera later….actually two cameras…. one sponsored by my husband, and the other by my brother who bought and shipped it to Indonesia…

Though with new year, I resolve to make more memories – written accounts of the memorable occassions here… starting soon with a post on the latest Bali trip.

Sampai segera…

Back to my home away from home

Berharap anda selamat tahun baru. Not very timely huh… though better late than never I say. Been travelling this last month. Spent new year with parents and in – laws in India, and now ‘back to the future’ – rumah baru saya – Jakarta. The whole month was a whirlwind. For the lack of ability to be more articulate – I would like to conclude – I am ‘not sad’ to be back here.

Talking about living away from parents – both mine and his, has been a loaded conversation always, with anyone. Yes, all my blood ties are in India and my husband’s too. Yes, we love them, miss them. No, it doesn’t mean that Jakarta is not worth living in. It definitely is. Visiting home last month made me realise that. The ease of day to day life, cleanliness and the discipline in Jakarta seems substantial when compared to Mumbai and if I claim to like such a way of living, I should not be judged.

The attitude of people is probably the product of your surroundings and in immensely resource scant country such as India if people push around, jump the queue, interrupt conversations so that they would be given priority over others , litter on the streets because the dustbin is far away and they are in a hurry to catch a train/bus/flight – it could be attributed to lack of space, time, money and other such resources – if at all it could be justified. I am not saying that this might not happen anywhere else in the world. Its just that I don’t see this happening much in Jakarta, despite Indonesia too being a third world country like India. Personally, I haven’t changed much – I have always NOT littered, followed rules and queues, been polite and hence in general have not offended anyone ever on these accounts.

I am sure this kind of claim (the facts about crowd, discipline and cleanliness in India) could raise many voices. In general I would be giving offence to so many including my own family (My Mum for sure. Anything that I praise about Indonesia results into she concluding time and again that I wont be coming back to India). That said, I of course am proud of India and her culture  – in fact its influence on the Indonesian culture. There are so many words, customs and traditions that remind me of my homeland time and again. Being proud of my country doesn’t mean disowning any areas of improvement. It  would be like failing to own my faults as a person since I believe I am the best. Putting this here in as many words is necessary. I feel it is. How can praising Indonesia for its positives mean that I hate my country or that I am a condescending NRI now?

Despite the great infrastructure or the discipline and cleanliness in public places, no place on this earth would feel like home. I realised this immediately when I arrived in Mumbai.

Its the myriad smells and sounds that first pull your heart’s strings – chime of a temple bell,  a call of some street hawker, chirping sparrows (and even crows!! yes!! – I haven’t seen any birds in Jakarta) smell of jasmine gajras, a wafting smell of jalebis, and spicy vada pav from the stall in the corner. Then the colours usurp your attention – colourful flowers showing off through immense and fresh garlands, colourful bright dresses on women, wacky colourful boards just about everywhere…..then of course comes the taste buds – food – vegetarian food – available just about everywhere – and in varieties – makes you dance with joy. Lastly, the touch – of your loved ones. Hugs from parents when you surprised them by arriving at 1 in the morning – sensation of tears falling on your shoulders, when your mother hugged you having met after 10 months – sounds of laughter floating in the air and welcoming smiles when you met your family – all of that is too overpowering for you to feel more comfortable at any other place than this – your home. It imprisons all five of your senses. Please know this – mother!! Though I must maintain – I love Jakarta!