Monday, February 27, 2012

Amed




In March, I found myself in the village of Purwakerth, just east of Amed, and part of the Amed Beach area, a 20 km long strip of resorts, hotels, and homestays, noted mostly for diving and snorkeling.  My room was one of two in a modest homestay, the closest of the two to the beach.  In fact it was only about 20 meters from the water.

As I sat on the bed, leaning back against the headboard, I looked up from my laptop computer, and let my gaze go through the open double doors and onto the porch, white tiled, with two chairs and a small table.  Tall windows on either side of the doors expand the view.

Surrounding the porch is a small garden, tenderly manicured.  Most of the plants are green, but some are a dark red and look like purple basil.  Another has yellow-green leaves and small white flowers.  Along the sea-side edge of the garden, a low concrete slab six feet across runs the length of the property, keeping the beach sand out of the garden area.  One tree rises from an earth-filled hole in the slab, and in the shade of the tree is a beach shower. It's one step up from the beach onto the slab to the shower to wash off the salt water and sand before entering the garden.

On the left of the garden is a small warung, or rather, what had originally been intended as a warung, but is now used only to serve breakfast to the guests.  The seating area contains three tables and a counter and is open on three sides.  The fourth side is an enclosed kitchen.  A horizontal window opens so food dishes can be passed through.

Past the garden, a line of fishing boats are pulled up onto the sand.  Just inside the beach is a flat grassy area used for making salt, and also for evening soccer games.  Another four hundred meters beyond, more dwellings and trees are visible.

Above it all, partially shrouded in clouds, Mount Agung hangs in the sky, a giant pyramid.  This volcano dominates the eastern corner of Bali.

Clouds form around all the islands.  The overcast creates cool and moisture and protects the inhabitants from the equatorial sun.  The higher the island, the thicker the clouds.  At 300 meters, Mount Agung almost always collects clouds around itself.  You have to view it many times to see the whole mountain.  Sometimes only the base is visible. Other times only the top peeks out above the cloud cover.  Often the right shoulder is visible, because that is closest to the sea where the wind sweeps the sky clear.

The place is run by Suni, his wife Wayan, and their two daughters, Eka and Dewi.  Son Komong is too young to help much.  He spends his time mostly fishing from the beach.

Suni's family lives in a separate house back about 50 meters farther inland.  Another family owns the empty plot of land between Suni's house and the homestay.  Suni's mother bought this land to create the homestay and warung for Suni and his family to run.  Perhaps that's why it's called Mama Homestay.

Suni is a fisherman.  He gave up fishing a few years ago because there are no more fish.  He has a longline with 200 hooks on it.  There was a time when he could tow this line behind his boat for an hour and a half and come home with 200 Mackeral.  Now they're all gone.  One of Suni's brothers still goes out fishing every day and often comes home with only one fish.

Suni also used to fish for tuna by using a kite.  They would fly the kite from the boat, with the line, hook and bait attached to the tail of the kite.  As the boat skimmed over the water, the man flying the kite would pump the kite string to make the bait jump up and down on the surface of the water.  The tuna would leap three feet out of the water to snag the bait out of mid-air.  Tuna often follow dolphins.  Why?  Not know for certain.  Perhaps the dolphins offer protection from the sharks.

The tables and chairs in the warung, on the porch, and in the guest rooms were all made by Sunni.  He uses local hardwoods and hand tools.  No power tools, no nails, and no glue.  He carves joints, drills a hole with a hand drill, and inserts a bamboo dowel.

Suni, Dewi, and Eka are all on salary, paid by Suni's mother.  Suni does the maintenance, and Dewi and Eka serve as front-desk staff.  Dewi, age 13, takes the morning shift and makes breakfast.  Eka, age 15, takes the afternoon shift.  Very rarely she sells a drink to a guest.  Mostly she just sits in the warung area and does her homework.  Both girls attend school, Eka from 9 to 1, Dewi from 1 to 5.  The Indonesian school system follows the European pattern as it was put it place by the Dutch during the colonial period.  Attendance is required through Junior High.  High school is optional, and there is a fee.  Suni is debating whether he can afford to send his girls to high school. Suni's wife, Wayan, is sometimes seen in the mornings sweeping the garden area with a broom.

The guest next door is named Roma.  She's a polish girl, a movie director, most recently living in London.  She lays on the beach in a bikini.  Embarrassed to be reading one of the Twilight books.

pilot fish

I went snorkeling today and this little guy swam along with me like a pilot fish.  He was about six inches long, white and gray, with a bright yellow tail.  He was with me for at least 30 minutes and I only lost him when I crawled out onto the shore.  He was like a little friend.

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Medewi Beach

Medewi Beach.  They tell me everyone is this village is from one family, originally from Java, all Muslim. We are getting farther west on Bali now, closer to Java, and there is a higher percentage of Muslims here.

The main attraction here is the surf.  There are surf spots all along the southern coast.  The beaches are black sand and often rocky.  Rivers and canals dump fresh water into the ocean after it has traveled many kilometers and irrigated many terraced rice fields.  And so the ocean water near the shore is muddy and not good for snorkeling.

On my way here I stopped at Echo Beach in Canggu.  Similarly good surf conditions.  Canggu has gotten built-up and busy and touristy.  A beach-front jammed with Aussie BBQ joints.

Medewi is a quiet and rustic village. I saw a woman repairing a fishing net by hand, hundreds of square feet of net laid out across her lap, making tiny knots in the thin strings.

Photos

Friday, February 24, 2012

Balian Beach

A rustic surf spot on the southwest coast.  This video opens with Ketut bringing his cow back from getting a drink in the Balian River, just where the river dumps its muddy water into the Indian Ocean.  Ketut is a gnarly surf dude, nature boy, and entrepreneur.  He runs a warung on the beach, and a primitive homestay just up the road.

While motorbiking up that road, I passed a 70-year-old woman with a basket on her head, topless, wearing only a sarong around her waist.  I read later that traditionally in Bali, showing the thighs was considered immodest, uncovering the breasts was not.  Isn't it interesting how humans organize themselves into groups and make up rules about what is right and wrong.

Wednesday, February 22, 2012

Bukit Peninsula




I spent four days on the Bukit Peninsula.  Visited the famous Uluwatu Temple and the Uluwatu surf beach.  Also Padang-Padang, Bingin, and Balangan beaches.  These are among several beaches on a line between Jimbaran and Uluwatu.  Balangan was my favorite.  The others were over-built.

I stayed two nights in a rented house in Balangan village, and another two nights in room in a warung right on the beach.  The building was all bamboo and raised up on poles.  At high tide the waves roll up underneath.

The beaches are white sand, lots of coral, great snorkeling and great surfing.  Most of the breaks are for advanced surfers, but Balangan has room for beginners.

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

nothing is good


Let go of judgement. Nothing is good or bad.
I have been implementing this by judging everything good. "It's all good."
It's easy to let go of bad, but now I must let go of good also. Nothing is good or bad.
Why do I want to do this? Because I seek peace, and I believe letting go of judgement is key to gaining peace. And peace is good. Whoa! If peace is neither good nor bad, then why should I seek it, so why should I let go of judgement?  A circular contradiction.  Typical!

I already know the answer to this. It is a contradiction only in the world of logic, and there are many other worlds beside logic.

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Sanur


Sanur was a big crowded beach city.  I spent one night and skedaddled.  I was there on a Sunday, and evidently Sunday mornings and evenings all the locals come to the beach to play and socialize.  That evening the beach was jammed with Indonesians.  I walked 4 km down the beach sidewalk, past one restaurant after another.

Thursday, February 16, 2012

Gili Air





I stayed on Gili Air for two days and fell in love with snorkeling.  I was looking for surf, but found snorkeling.  I was on the south shore of the island.  There is a shelf so the water is two or three feet deep for about a half mile out.  Then it suddenly drops to twenty or thirty feet deep.  That's where the surf breaks.  I swam out there snorkeling and it was just so beautiful.  This was my third day of snorkeling, the first two being at Hidden Beach in Padang Bai, and I was by now relaxed and comfortable, and I could have stayed out there swimming forever.

Snorkeling is also a great companion to surfing.  The shape of the bottom determines the shape of the wave.

Surf in Indonesia is always on the south side of the islands because the swell is coming from the Indian Ocean.  The wind generally blows from west to east during the rainy season, November to April, and the opposite direction during the dry season, May to October.  Surfers like an offshore breeze, so they surf the southeast side of Bali during the rainy season, and the southwest side during the dry season.

The only business on Gili Air is the tourist bungalos around the perimeter of the island.  All food and supplies have to be brought over by boat.  And there are few choices of where to eat, so little price competition.  I found everything expensive, at least double what you would pay on the mainland.

I managed to find rooms within my budget, but only by forgoing quality.  My first room, the door lock did not work.  So I moved to a second room and while taking a shower the shower nozzel broke off in my hand.  These things could not be fixed right away because someone would have to take a boat to the mainland to get parts.

I had a plasic bag of peanuts in my pants pocket.  During the night a rat ate through the pants and the bag and ate all the peanuts.  The pants were laying on my bed.  I don't know if this happened during the night while I was asleep on the bed, or during the daytime while I was out.  At least I was not wearing the pants at the time.

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Kuningen




Kuningen, the last day of Galugan, visiting family and friends, going to temple.
Photos at Picasa

Friday, February 10, 2012

good or bad

...there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
                                                                      - Shakespear, Hamlet

Local friends




Wayan, Dewa, and Rojes.

Wednesday, February 1, 2012