Saturday, April 5, 2014

Running out of Tomorrow's

So little time left, so much left to do.  I've been through these emotions before, sad to be leaving and excited to be anticipating reunions with family and friends.  Some days, after extremes of heat and feeling listless, headaches and fuzzie thinking, we admit we are ready to return home.  Then it cools off, we enjoy afternoon coffee and dinners with friends, lazy days with no agendas or requirements, soft nights swimming in a darken warm pool under the new moon, and greetings from all of the Balinese we've met who recognize us and have enriched our stay...then I hate to think of leaving!  We hired a driver yesterday and left early in the morning before it got too hot and went to see two sacred water temples.  One, Gunung Kawi, was built in the eleventh century, carved into the rock face of a mountain deep within a valley of tropical trees and streams of water.  Both men and woman have to wear sarongs wrapped around their legs as a sign of respect.  We walked the 315 steep steps down the hill to see the temple.  Sadly there were way too many people selling carved bone , sarongs, coconuts, food and drinks.  They all have the same things and each call out to you to "buy something".  It would be much more pleasant and tranquil without the intrusion, but this is the Bali way.  Even so, the scenery was beautiful, almost like finding a hidden treasure at the end of a steamy walk.  A priest dressed all in white walked the trail just ahead of us, and we were able to have a small whisk of sacred water placed on our heads for good luck.  Then we drove to the next temple, a thousand year old natural spring called "Tirta Empul".  People have been coming here to bath in the sacred waters to cleanse themselves of any bad spirits and refresh their karma. The water bubbles up from natural springs beneath the earth and is funneled into the pools via carved stone waterspouts.  We were happy with another small dribble on our heads.  From here our driver took us through tiny roads barely wide enough for one car and a passing motorcycle, through rice fields with long views of the valleys stretching all the way to Mt. Agung towering over the whole earth, it's apex shrouded in clouds.  We stopped at a scenic spot for photos of curving hillside terraces of rice where unfortunately the tourist arrive enmass and traffic is heavy.  We shot our photos and left, happy to be away from the rush of people and again driving along meandering hidden roads, seeing the real life of Bali.  Simple, poor villages, chickens, stray dogs laying in the streets, straw roofed huts, dirt and trash, flowers and temples, and always the green fields of rice.   

1 comment:

  1. 351 steps..the clojds in circling the Apex of Mt. aging... I'm letting you guys know, I read the whole blog you write.. Not just scanning the fotos! Those are sweet as well. Your Encinitas Communty misses you, see you at the Market.in 2 weeks yes?

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