Bali alone. Part 2.
The first part is here http://blogs. turpravda. ua/Apyatka/101009.html#
When I am going to go to a place unfamiliar to me, I study the area, probably you do the same - I look for sights that I would like to visit, I look at the map, I am interested in the relief, so as not to unexpectedly run into some mountain on the way)
Of course, before visiting Jimbaran, I also looked at the map of the village from all sides. Therefore, I knew perfectly well that the beach, and, accordingly, the restaurants on the beach, are just a couple of steps from the place of our overnight stay. This is probably why I agreed so easily to the trip, because the restaurants on the Jimbaran beach go one after another and no one can tie a guest. If you want to sit in one, if you want, look for where you feel better. But I did not take into account that such establishments can be not only there! We drove and drove, but the end of the road was not visible, according to my topographical instinct, we arrived as a result in the airport area. That is, we ended up behind the fish market and the restaurant to which we were taken, by the way, completely free of charge, was the only food establishment in that area. And even the only place with living people)
We were met by three Balinese women in national costumes, they tried to stick local flowers in our hair, but the wind tore them off and beautifully circled the yard. And the yard... you need to see it)
The courtyard was covered and very colorful. Asphalt, littered with offerings in wicker plates, some have already been trampled on by inattentive guests. To one side is an open-plan kitchen, a seafood display on ice, and aquariums with fish awaiting their fate. On the other hand, a structure that is strange to the eyes of a European is a flooring made of boards, covered with mats, and on top of a roof, also made of wood. Approximately like pavilions-beds in the Arab countries, but on high legs and unkempt appearance. Ahead, there was a restaurant hall without a front wall. The hall was very similar to the dining room in our district center at the time of my early youth, before perestroika. And the picture was completed by a huge transformer behind us, almost in an open field.
Very kindly, almost arm in arm, we were escorted through the canteen to the beach. There was an open air restaurant. The wind beautifully fluttered the tablecloths on the tables, the surf roared, the sea smelled of fish and carried coolness, on the stage, from the side of the building, a performance of dancers was being prepared. The menu appeared in front of us instantly, we hesitated with the choice, and we were again taken to the courtyard to choose our victims with our own hands. Such an attraction does not attract me, so the elections passed very quickly and we are again going to the beach. We approach the water. I have already said that just a couple of hours ago we swam in the cleanest, gentle sea with colorful fish. And here . . The waves rolled rather aggressively one after another, the surf line was strewn with debris, it was impossible to approach the water so as not to get into trouble. Fishing boats stood on both sides, and this is also such a sight . . the appetite does not increase. And the corn merchant completed the picture, right at the edge of the garbage.
It needs to be told, it needs to be known. Otherwise, disappointment is inevitable.
And the third time we had to go to the canteen to wash our hands. The washbasin was deported from the Soviet Borodianka along with the restaurant, no other way. You have seen exactly this one! ) An iron sink with a highly placed faucet, on which there is one valve. And you don’t need two, the water is only cold) A bar of soap, slapped by a hundred hands, and a common wet towel completed the picture.
You are probably now asking why I didn’t leave there. I can’t even explain) They were all so kind, so smiling, so friendly, and it was so authentic. Such an experience! ) It was unrealistically a lot of emotions, there was even a drive, like during the first dive with a mask. Do you understand? I wanted exotic and I got it in full)
And then the music began to flow, beautiful girls made a few steps, they brought us very tasty soup, we turned away from the sea and began to eat. When you order seafood, the rest of the food just comes along - soup, vegetables, a big basket of rice, lots of sauces - everything except the drinks.
Surprisingly, the rest of the people sat so as to see the sea, that is, turned away from the stage. How they managed to look into the distance, jumping over the dirt with their eyes, I do not know, but further events generally made me doubt that they were guests.
It suddenly began to rain. A waiter approached us with an offer to move inside, we refused and tied scarves on our heads. But the rain turned out to be insolent and intensified, so the waiter came up to us again. And then the rain poured like a wall! ) We ran into the room, and the poor waiter and a few other people put away our food in the rain. Inside, we were seated at our request, overlooking a small window, behind which a tropical downpour roared. The door was quickly bolted, and the weather pulled it as if trying to go inside)
They brought seafood. I have never eaten such food! Even on Lombok, in the Art Cafe, the day before, the shrimp were still not so fresh. The taste of fresh, huge shrimp cannot be compared to anything else. This is the food of the Gods! ) I liked the squid much less. We didn't order the lobster.
Delicious food reconciled us to the place and the bad weather, we sat, staring at the rain outside the window, at the path of alarmed ants under the windowsill, seized the impressions with tender rice, overgrown cucumbers and incredible shrimp. And there was no one around! Where all the people have gone from the beach, I still can’t understand. There was a downpour, the water stood like a wall, I think that it is not so easy to get out of there in bad weather by car and even more so to leave on foot. But there were no people. And it occurred to me that it was not the visitors at the tables, but the extras - the employees of the institution) Although I can’t say, I was so defocused then that I’m probably now coming up with details)
The bill for all this was about 700.000 rupees. It was the biggest bill of our trip)
Finally, our hostess came for us. They arrived together with her husband and on the way they told us that they had three daughters and....two grandchildren) Our girl turned out to be my middle-aged aunt, but outwardly she was so fresh and slender that I mistook her for a young girl)
I stopped being angry at her after talking with her husband. There are people who do nothing at all to please us, but we feel affection for them. It was just such a person. And then he drove us around Bali, which I was very pleased with.
I don’t have photos of the fish restaurant, we then had to put all the gadgets on charge. Therefore, this part is illustrated with a photo from the Internet. But this is the most emotional part of the trip. Fun on the edge. Unforgettably)
The next parts will be with photos.
To be continued: )
