bali tropical paradise
Bali is a small island between Java and Sumatra in the state of Indonesia.
The decision to travel to Bali came to us unexpectedly: The thing is that we were going to Thailand. And when there was a week left before the vacation, we decided to take a package to Phuket. “Here is the package to Phuket, there is no plane ticket! » The fact is that apparently they brought two charters into one. And the holidays are already on. Prepared, read, learned and all in vain! ?
I SPEALED “What is there now? » It turned out there is Bali, and only 32tr per person! Decided - fate!
We started from Yekaterinburg. The plane was delayed by 1.5 hours. Boeing 767.8 seats in 1 cabin, 7 in a row in the rest. Run - let's fly. Company "Nord Stream" (SIVERKO) . 12 o'clock in the summer, for a start we had dinner.
Hooray! The first time I managed to fall asleep sitting in a chair, travel pillows helped a lot. Slept for 3 hours, quietly it was time for breakfast. Then the juices were distributed three times. Finally, the island of Bali appeared, flew around it, spun, went to land from the side of the bay.
We entered the Bali firmament; instead of 15 degrees of frost +32! Heat! In front of the customs, they scored an advertisement, the card was filled out on the plane. 25 bucks and customs threw a white flag. We were taken from the airport to the buses, 50 minutes and we are at the BRR hotel, 10 minutes and check-in at CHERTOG.
HALL with a balcony overlooking the pool and the Pont Indian. ZELO pleasant HALL, INCLUSIVELY, BEAUTY all around. Dressed in T-shirts and shorts, went to the beach. When I washed my feet in the Indian Ocean, I thought that Zhirik was right about something: but they didn’t disappear without him! Swimming and sunbathing. In the evening we went to a restaurant on the street for dinner YAVSTVA. Freshly squeezed juices, I ordered king prawns for myself - delicious! We returned, tried the products of Yekaterinburg Duty Free - test (ALKALI NECTAR)! In the evening we swam in the pool, to the sound of live music.
In the morning we went to the hotel restaurant for breakfast. Swedish MEAL, quite a varied menu, fruits, vegetables, pastries, juices.
During the holidays, the range changed slightly, but not tired.
Today our guides from Pegasus have arrived, ironing the contingent on excursions. We listened to the guides half-heartedly, the system is identical to Turkey and Egypt. The guides here are self-supporting. We met a married couple from Omsk; Volodya and Vera. We decided to go on excursions together. I was chosen as a TOLMACHOM.
The beach offers water rides, massage. We went for a massage (massage) on the second day, while Lena was getting a pedicure, I got a foot massage. Walking became more pleasant. The second time they did a general massage; of the whole body, (when the tan had already laid down, and the excess skin had peeled off by that time) the day before departure. Two masseuses did it at once, not very competently, but conscientiously crushing every joint.
Moreover, constantly using sunblock, in the evening they still roasted under an umbrella, and with clouds in the sky, maniacally and thickly smeared themselves with panthenol in the evening.
Only the wet season and excursions saved us from the state of barbecue. One day, before Lena had time to smear me, a security guard ran up from the beach and began to smear my back. Beloved and I were in some stupor, but no further action followed, and we switched back to a relaxed plant way of life.
Volodya and Vera taught us to play backgammon. The first three times Lena beat me tightly. And she said, “Don't be nervous, it's a game! Everything should be taken lightly! “Then, after getting used to it, I started to win regularly. Other arguments came into play: “I didn’t do that! Women need to give in! Didn't know you were! »
After my next victory, the backgammon board slammed shut so that the poor chips scattered all over the beach (it's good that it's not on my head). Further plans to purchase a backgammon board ended in a crushing fiasco.
First we went to Tamah Lot. This is a temple standing on a rock in the sea.
Waves wash the temple, beat on its foot. Leaving your energy, which pours upward from the temple. Sea Wind and Earth Bali are the essence of the temple. A large number of people are already standing on the shore, who are striving to touch the Eternal. Opposite the big temple there is a small temple. Waves washed a natural bridge to this temple. The ocean in this place runs ashore in huge waves.
In addition to the Russians, the Chinese are not afraid of the crisis. Everywhere we came across Chinese groups. They move without breaking up the group, closely sticking around, from all sides, the Chinese guide. At the same time, they clamor like a flock of jackdaws on a flight, and frantically click cameras at stops. They prefer to swim in pools, and swim worse than 7 year old children. Adult Chinese men in the pool become like little frogs.
Once I saw how they dance at a disco, also without breaking groups; almost died of laughter. Chicken flock in the pan!
At the exit from the temple, a woman was selling some green boxes sprinkled with coconut. I thought it was fruit and wanted to try it. I didn’t really like the taste, but Augusto had already bought a whole bag of them. They were boxes boiled from green rice and filled with sweet palm oil, a local delicacy.
We left for the next temple and in the center of the jungle we got to a rehearsal of a small village for the New Year. In the middle of the procession are several Barongs. They are "opposed" by spearmen. Behind a woman with gifts on her head. Between all this, a "cashier" walks and collects money.
This village, although it stood in the middle of the jungle, turned out to be civilized. There are 2-3 thousand indigenous people left in Bali. And they have a custom: to file the front teeth of a woman if she marries. Filed triangular teeth are “beautiful! ". And if natural, then a woman is like an animal.
In the cities, the Balinese marry for love, there is one wife
. And in the villages the norm is 2-3. Someone needs to work in the field and build a house while the men are discussing how to live on.
And their laws are interesting: if a husband brought a new wife into the house, and the older one does not want to, then she has the right to sue and the younger wife will be sent to prison for this. If we had such laws;
let's say Mavrodi would have stolen money again, but Khodorkovsky would have been imprisoned as always!
The process blocked the way for everyone, all that remained was to stare and wait until the rehearsal was over.
Then we went to the temple on Lake Bratan.
The temple stands in the middle of the lake and is surrounded by a park. The lake is considered sacred, rivers flow from here, feeding the rice terraces. The paths of the park in the rainy season flooded the lake.
Opposite the park on the lake stands the stupa of the Buddha. On it is a Hindu swastika - the wishes of well-being and prosperity. It is necessary to tell about the monuments; to renew the gilding on the monuments, you need to make very big sacrifices to the temple.
Therefore, they are painted about once every twenty years. And no sacrifice can atone for the cleansing of the statues from the influence of time. Therefore, the older the statue, the more it is overgrown with the greenery of the tropics.
On the way back we looked at the rice terraces and had lunch at a restaurant. There are three types of rice in Bali: white (harvest 3 times a year), black (harvest 2 times a year), and yellow (no one knows for sure about his harvest, we haven’t caught it yet). The Balinese eat rice 3 times a day; in the morning - for breakfast, in the afternoon - for lunch, and in dinner (do not believe it) - for dinner. This menu has been followed for several hundred years.
I am definitely not a Balinese, and when I felt that rice would soon begin to grow out of my ears, I switched to French, and did not even disdain noodles and potatoes.
To be continued.... .
