Friday 3 February 2012

Feel the burn

Another week has gone by in Bali since the last post... Since there's so little time left (ok still a couple of weeks), Phil and I have been ticking a few things off the 'Things to do in Bali before we leave' list.

 

Last Sunday we ticked off walking to Canggu, which is a beachside suburb around the peninsula from where we're staying. It was a long walk, especially as the tide was super high the day we did it, meaning we couldn't walk along the beach, which is the direct route. Instead, we went inland and walked along the roads which added a few kms - probably about 12km all up.

 

The goal was to walk to Deus ex Machina's Temple of Enthusiasm. The what, you ask?? And rightly so. Deus ex Machina is a brand started by the founder of surfie brand Mambo and some guy from somewhere called Action motorcycles. So they sell... Surfboards and motorcycles - unbelievable, I know. They also sell clothes, bikes (not just any bikes, but fixed gear bikes with no brakes, which as everyone knows are the only bikes to have these days) and accessories. They actually make really nice bags and wallets (Phil's dad bought a great bag while he was here) and they also have a cafe at their two stores in Bali. One store is about 4km walk from our place in Seminyak and the other store is in Canggu, this being the Temple of Enthusiasm. I had heard that on Sunday nights they have live music and food and a bar, so we thought we'd walk down on Sunday and check it out. 

 

It was a great walk down the beach and then inland through streets and villages and past gorgeous rice paddies and hundreds of chickens, dogs and cows. We had lunch at a place called Desa Seni, a retreat with a focus on yoga and organic food. You can stay there in traditional village houses (which looked cute) or just go for yoga sessions, or try the cafe. Since yoga has really not been something I've leaned towards, we just went in to try the cafe and... wow. It was worth the trip. Such delicious, fresh food. I had a nasi campur which is a plate with rice and small portions of a variety of foods. It had delicious battered snapper and chilli prawns that were just divine. I'd definitely give it a try if you're in the mood for some fresh organic yumminess in a seriously gorgeous garden setting. And they didn't raise an eyebrow at our disheveled selves...

 

By the time we got to Deus itself, we'd been walking for hours and I was pretty sweaty/ exhausted/ living on borrowed time, so we just had a drink and a bite to eat and didn't end up staying for the live music, which started several hours later. But they did have an art exhibition there with some awesome artwork.

 

We couldn't resist buying a couple of unframed prints, which weren't available on the day, necessitating a need to revisit the following day. Which would have been Monday. We finally made it today, as in Friday. Impressive, no? 

 

Actually, it took us all week to get back because I wanted to wait for a day when the tide is low so we could walk the whole way along the beach. And today we did. And it was a much more civilised 8km walk. Although kind of sunny towards the end, leading to quite nasty sunburns on both of us. Ouch. So red, so sore!

 

Anyway, it was worth the trip, we got our little prints and had a nice walk by the water. Well, mostly nice. There was a washed up puffer fish on the sand at one point, which was interesting to see up close. And cows grazing(?) on the sand. I really wanted to see a big crab on the beach, but instead saw a (dead) washed up cat... It was not nice. Unsurprisingly, I squealed when I saw it. Which made Phil, who had not noticed it, turn around. And then I got in trouble for bringing it to his attention!!! 'Why do you have to be so expressive when you see something?', he asked. Truly...

 

We are now having some dinner at Zula's Vegetarian Paradise, a veggie place that has become a favourite over the last few months. And because the all-time favourite place we were planning to go to, the namesake of this blog, Warung Ocha, had broken wifi. We are so fickle...

 

 

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