Hello you all,
few more days of pure happiness for me. They say that Ubud is the heart of culture balinéaise and that seems very true. A fantastic guide showed us the center of Bali. By requesting the street, we have been presented. Seller of painting, he also said to be a guide. It must first change since to visit his country, he must dress costume Balinese, not just the Saran but also the shirt and turban. We must first go at him. He invites us to visit his house, architecture typical Balinese him to explain. There is an area of prayer in every home, a room for married people, one for the other (without marriage, can not sleeping together of course.), then the kitchen and reception area. Near the temple of prayer, there is always a tree. Everything is open of course. Most families own a plot of land for cultivating rice. Besides from Nyoman on a large blanket, near the entrance to the sun dry rice. The grandfather smile greets us.
He explains their community life, a small temple for each family, more for each community. We're going to see the Batur volcano. On the way we visit several temples including that of the elephant cave and the Holy Spring, where it is purified. We share their beliefs, their cultures. They believe in reincarnation, in karma. It reminds us that without love, life is nothing. The Balinese great respect the environment, it does not ask the trees but they are always present at the temple gate and they respect them. They have three gods, that of water, earth and fire it (death) as I understand it ... They tell us about their ceremonies, 4 required for marriage. The fathers of the couple meet and agree to the union. Then the groom's father must go to meet the set ready for the wedding day. Some days are good others not, is the anniversary in the vicinity. In fact on our way back, we are arrested in one of these feasts. The temple was colored black and white fabric (for good and evil), then yellow for the party. Each comes with offerings. Preparing a suckling pig on a spit. Dressed in fine clothes (all identical to the villagers), we pray, we sing, we dance. It feels more tourists despite our Saran.
In the streets, our guide made us try a dessert. The old lady with her hands us off in a banana leaf, different fruit or vegetable purees that we do not know. Then the coconut grater. Farewell our good resolutions on hygiene and sterilization, it feels too ill to refuse. It's delicious, I probably ate better here.
We eat traditional foods near Lake Batur. With the number of lakes that we have with us, we are not exposed but the volcano with its lava is still visible in the background enchants us. Without children, we would have liked to climb.
On the way back, we move into a small village very typical. Still full of stray dogs and straw-roofed huts are piled on each other. In a garden, are clinging to trees in coconut, are deposited the placentas of newborns. Do we understand? Affirmative. They really all sorts of beliefs and worship here.
was stopped also in the farmer. There are fruit trees (craramboles, limes, tangerines, pineapples, coconuts, bananas, oranges, papayas, passion fruit, cocoa and more. He has many other fruits that I do not know. It tastes everything that is new to us. There is a coffee plantation. The best coffee in the world according to them, one eats and shits after a certain animal which I can not remember the name. We did enjoy cocoa , teas and coffees.
Tired of our big day, we return to Ubud. One good thing we have as a driver driving here is crazy. We're going to celebrate my birthday dinner in a nice cafe where we eat by candlelight on little tables in beautiful gardens. Finally we pay a bottle of wine, nothing exceptional but still wine. Wine is probably the scarcest commodity here on the island.
Delighted with our driver, we reserve for a second day. We begin our day at 9:00 am in the market. Horror for Luc and Eve, it's dirty. The fish are full of flies and are deposited on rags on the floor. I try not to talk about meat. We buy oranges and biscuits for the 47 children the orphanage. We negotiate again to buy a dozen dresses. Can we buy hundreds of pencils and notebooks. After several stops and visits to rice fields, our guide negotiates tabannan market, the purchase and delivery of 25 bags of 25 kilos of rice. Two women carry these bags on their backs. You should have seen the mountain of bags. Enough to feed the 47 children for at least two months.
The orphanage is there more rudimentary but these kids have a roof and have access to education. The government only pays the equivalent of 25 cents Cdn per child. Despite the low cost of living here a bowl of rice costs still surely more than 25 cents, you can imagine their needs? When we arrived, everyone was busy at work. The youth cleaned the yard, caring for older youngsters. Once all together, two young daughters gave us a dance and a young man has played guitar, sang all. Luc them in turn to play the guitar for them. It was a beautiful moment, despite the malaise that prevailed on both sides. Difficult to communicate when no one speaks the same language. I was happy that I moved into their village, have gone into their market share, but mostly to see how the same human deprived of material possessions can be beautiful and strong. Luke
it returned to the house last night. Having visited a large hotel with the girls and I took a painting course. Balinéaise paint for chips and abstract for me. A very beautiful moment.
Since our arrival, Eve is put to the test with all these dogs and cats, lizards, bees nests in the pool, giant snails moving slowly in front of our room. At noon it was I who had to adapt, with mice that were walking on the beams above my head to the restaurant.
Another beautiful morning to you all and a big thank you to all who have also shared with the people here. I super can not wait to show you the smile of the children here.
Happy Birthday to all of you dear mothers. From my side, with my two chips here, I am overwhelmed. Émy Balinese massages me every morning and Eve beautiful designs at any time.
Kisses
Sonia. Eve and Emy
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