Sunday, February 20, 2011

Bali (Day 1 / Night 2)

Of course, the first thing Mum did was to check out if they fed the water lilies fertilizers to make them bloom so gracefully.


From the outside, the room I shared with Mum looked like this:


Despite the drizzle, I could not wait to gorge in a hearty breakfast. So, I made my way to the pavilion with the buffet breakfast.





In addition to the unlimited fresh salad, fruits, bread, coffee, tea and juice, we also ordered mi goreng, scrambled eggs on toast, sunny side up on toast and a banana pancake.





With sunlight, I could take a better look at the place. This was the pathway that led visitors to their rooms.


There was a separate pavilion for lunch and dinner with a lovely lotus pond.





Next to the pool sat the reception pavilion. Gosh, the patience involved in doing this...



We were thinking that we should incorporate this at school for the children to train not only their patience and emotions but also their fine motor skills, as well as art, patterning and sequencing, which will lead to improved algebra and statistical skills in future.

We took some time to explore the village that the hotel was situated in. Some of the houses had shop fronts and were done up really nicely.




Even residential houses were like hotels. To them, perhaps it is just part of life. But to us, it was unique. I guess it works the same way when other people get intrigued with how Malaysians are multilingual while to us, it is just part of life.

Throughout the walk, we noticed how in front of every shop, there was a little offering with a joss stick.


They had an ingenious way of keeping the offering on a 'tray' made of banana leaves. I was wondering what the shaving was and was told by our driver cum guide that those were pandan leaf shavings. The rest of the content, as you could see, consisted of balsam flower petals and a pinch of rice. Known as canang sari, these are small offering baskets that Balinese offer to their Gods three times a day.


This ritual is the Balinese Hindu way of showing gratitude to the richness of life. Offering appeases the spirits and brings prosperity and good health to the family. And in Bali, the most sacred act in life is in maintaining a good relationship between people and spirits.

Our first stop for the day was Gunung Kawi (poet mountain) in the district of Tampaksiring, which was reached by climbing down a flight of 371 steps girdled with paddy terraces.





Located on the river Pakrisan, this 11th century temple complex comprises ten rock-cut candi (shrines) carved into the cliff face.


Cut into the sheer cliff face and standing in seven metre-high sheltered niches, these monuments are thought to be dedicated to King Anak Wungsu of the Udayana Dynasty and his favourite queens.

There was another part of the complex which required visitors to take their footwear off.


It was a series of caves, which I assumed was for meditation purposes, as one of them even had furniture in it.


After the hike back up the hill, our next stop was Tirtha Empul Temple.





Built in 926 A.D. during the Warmadewa Dynasty (from the 10th to 14th centuries), this splendid temple is one of the holiest in Bali. The site was built around hot springs that still bubble in the central courtyard. There are people who come here to cleanse themselves physically and spiritually, a process called melukat.

According to Wikipedia, legend has it that more than a thousand years ago, a powerful King named Mayadenawa ruled over a vast area which included Bali. Mayadenawa possessed the spiritual power to transform himself into anything he desired. Unfortunately, he misused his powers and became a cruel, black magician.

A priest named Sang Kulputih appealed to Indra to come to Earth to kill Mayadenawa. As he had many spies, Mayadenawa learnt about the upcoming attack in time and managed to organize his defenses. However, Lord Indra's forces were superior and therefore, victorious. Most of King Mayadenawa troops fled, leaving him almost without defense. The war was interrupted by nightfall. When Indra's forces slept, Mayadenawa stole into Indra's camp, walking on the sides of his feet as to leave no foot prints, and created a pool of poisoned water. This way of walking gave Tampaksiring its name, for tampak siring is Balinese for 'without imprints'. He left as he came and when Indra's forces woke up the next morning and discovered the water pool, they drank from it and became violently sick.

When Indra found out what happened, he created a large spring of fresh water by stabbing his flag pole to the ground.The clear water was able to cure the sickness of his army. The spring was called Tirtha Empul, which means bubbling spring.



Mayadenawa fled, chased by the forces of Indra. During his flight he transformed himself a number of times, but he could not trick Indra with his disguises. When he had transformed himself into a stone, he was shot by Indra with an arrow. A stream of blood flowed from the stone, forming the river Petanu. And for a thousand years, this river would be cursed. Rice fields irrigated with its water would make the rice grow fast, but once harvested, blood would come out of it and it would smell bad.
The death of King Mayadenawa is symbolic for the victory of good (dharma) over evil (adharma). The day of Mayadenawa's death is still celebrated, every 210 days according to the Balinese Pawukon calendar, and this day is generally known as Galungan Day. As such, during the Galungan, the sacred barong masks are bathed here.

Along the way to our next destination, we made a random stop at this place:


The words kopi luwak caught Bro's attention, which had us getting off our bums to visit this show orchard of coffee and cocoa trees, to name a few.



Did you know the origin of luwak coffee, which is the world's most expensive and low-production coffee? Well, also known as civet coffee, civet coffee, it is made from the beans of coffee berries which have been eaten by the Asian Palm Civet and other related civets. A civet eats the berries for their fleshy pulp. In its stomach, proteolytic enzymes seep into the beans, making shorter peptides and more free amino acids. Passing through a civet's intestines, the beans are then defecated, keeping their shape. After gathering, thorough washing, sun drying, light roasting and brewing, these beans yield an aromatic coffee with much less bitterness.



If you ask me, it tasted like any other coffee. Nothing really out of ordinary. Or maybe I am not a coffee connoisseur.

We continued on to Mount Batur for lunch. The restaurant where we had lunch offered stunning views of the active volcano located at the centre of two concentric calderas north west of Mount Agung.


The south east side of the larger caldera contains a caldera lake. The inner caldera, which was formed during emplacement of the Bali (or Ubud) ignimbrite, has been dated at about 23,670 and 28,500 years ago.


The caldera contains an active, 700-metre-tall stratovolcano rising above the surface of Lake Batur.


The first historically documented eruption of Batur was in 1804, and it has been frequently active since then. The caldera is populated and includes the two main villages of Kedisan and Toya Bungkah. The locals largely rely on agriculture for income but tourism has become increasingly popular due to the relatively straightforward trek to the summit of the central crater. The lake, Danau Batur, is the largest crater lake on the island of Bali and is a good source of fish.


Situated within the powerful rims of the volcano is Pura Taluk Biyu Batur.





Within its vicinity is Pura Gunung Menak Batur (yes, there are plenty of puras on this small island).



As we were driving past, we stopped to try the fresh produce arranged nicely in colorful baskets.




We also stopped in one of the many shops selling handicraft to get a new bamboo windchime for our fish pond.



Before dinner, we took a stroll in Monkey Forest. The Ubud Monkey Forest is a nature reserve and temple complex just down the road from where our hotel was.



It houses approximately 340 crab-eating Macaques and is often visited by over 10,000 tourists a month. The forest comprises approximately a tenth of a square kilometer and contains at least 115 different species of trees.



I then went for a relaxing hour-long massage at Alam Wangi Spa before settling in for dinner back at the hotel. I would have to admit, that was the best spa service that I have ever experienced. They even served ginger tea, chocolate cake and fruits for each of us.

As for dinner, I am unable to recall what we had, other than the part whereby my brother needed to order a second serving.






I slept very well on this night. Gosh, how not to after all that?

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Bali (First night)

Our afternoon MAS flight to Bali was the first time I was served in a styrofoam box. It stated that it was environmentally-friendly, too. I wonder if the boxes are made of recycled paper.


I opted for the chicken satay. I do not know why it did not cross my mind to try the lasagna since I have not had lasagna in ages!


There was a downpour right as we touched down at Bali Ngurah Rai International Airport. Our driver, Ketut (people here are referred to according to their position in the family and in this case, the fourth child) apologised on behalf of the 'bad weather'.

Ketut is the appointed driver of the hotel we put up for the two nights, as he lives in the same village, Nyuh Kuning. Flanked by rows of frangipani, the village exuded tranquility and charm. Tucked in a hidden corner sits the hotel and the staff warmly welcomed us with something chilled.


I am unable to recall what the drink was called but I recall the taste - it was sour, sweet and refreshing. I like! What a lovely welcome to Saren Indah!

Our rooms were located right at the end of the pathway. You could say that we were the furthest away from everyone. We booked two superior garden rooms, and so had a view of the garden with a lily pond full of croaking toads and frogs!





Mum was just totally blown away by the blooming lilies.


How do they bloom at night? And always remember, the little things count, every detail.


Very simple idea, is it not? But, it works to show how they put effort into personalising things. As we were starving and due to the rain, we decided to have dinner in the hotel. We were the only ones at the dining pavilion so we had the undivided attention of all the staff.

I am going to try my best to recall everything that we ordered. I had the infamous Balinese nasi goreng and an arak madu, which is an infusion of arak, honey and fresh crushed lemon.



Verdict: the nasi goreng was absolutely superb! Man, I even had the thought of not minding to have nasi goreng for every meal! I thought the arak could have been slightly stronger, though.

Mum and Dad had vegetable skewers to share while Bro had murtabak.



We retired to our rooms after that and were drifted into sleep by an orchestra of toads and frogs. Not. Because of their warm welcome, I was kept wide awake for some time before the tiny effect of the bit of alcohol kicked in.

Friday, February 11, 2011

A CNY poorer

No other Chinese New Year that I have ever experienced lives up to this year's. Not one, and not even if there was one, they do not come close.

This year was made memorable by a mishap. Was it a mishap or should I call it an unfortunate event?

I was supposed to have lunch with my dear old friend, Jon, at The Gardens for lunch. After lighting my jossticks to pay respects to Guan Yin, the Goddess of Mercy on the self-made wooden altar at home, I locked the house and was on my jolly way to the centre.

I thought of helping Mum deposit her cheques into Maybank on my way out to Sri Petaling, where Jon has been residing since the first day I befriended him. Went round to say hi to all the staff and then headed over to the other side to say hi to Mum before going off.

Clutching onto the cheques with my handbag on my shoulder, I put on my shoes and glided out of the gate. A Kancil was parked in the corner, right outside the gate. In it was a parent of one of our students waiting patiently for session to end.

A motorcycle with two men rode up the road. I waited for them to pass before crossing the road. Focussing on my footing and for them to move away, I failed to notice that one of them was approaching me. Two of my staff members, as well as the parent, did not feel that anything was amiss. Honestly, neither did I.

It was not until the person grabbed my handbag from my shoulders that we realised what they were wanting to do. My first reaction: Er, why did he take my bag? Second reaction: Give it back!

As I stepped forward to grab it back, he lifted his arm and in it he held a parang. The image of the parang did not seem to register in my mind as something to keep away from, as I still wanted to get my handbag. One of my teachers (bless her soul) quickly ran out to deter me from moving any closer. She was in tears as she screamed, "Let go, let go! Tolong, tolong!"

They got away with my handbag. I did not manage to note the registration number of their vehicle.

It took a while for the whole thing to be digested in my mind. As I was being guided into the office, I gradually realised how dangerous a position I was in and that was when I started to quiver all over. Tears started to stream down my cheeks and I began to hyperventilate. Mum grabbed some warm water and tried to soothe me, for fear of triggering my vertigo.

When I managed to pull myself together, I quickly made calls to cancel my bank cards. EON Bank had my new replacement ready for collection on the same day. HSBC posted one to North Strathfield, along with a new PIN. Maybank required Dad to apply for a replacement.

Max (I owe you big time) came to accompany me to the police station to lodge a report. We found out that I was the fourth case that day. Goodness gracious, I want to be a snatchthief, too! That way, I would be richer in a much shorter time.

Then, it was to JPN to apply for a replacement IC. With the police report in hand, I did not need to pay the RM110 fine for a first replacement. Within 10 minutes, I had a temporary IC, which Mum, Dad or bro could bring along to collect my new card in three weeks. But if I wanted to collect it personally, I have 18 months to do so. Cool! I really appreciate the friendliness of the Malay lady who served me. She was sympathetic and helpful.

What made matters worse was my housemate informing me of the suspension of our home phone line. Without the phone connection, the internet would be disconnected. Essentially, we are left with no internet for at least 2 weeks. I do not need this to happen right now, as I have tutorials to start teaching and I am back in uni!

I could not sleep that night, as the scenario kept coming back. Would like to thank the two lovely gentlemen who accompanied me that night and who heard me cry it all out - Guek Ming and Max. Big hugs to both of you!

The next day, it was to JPJ for a new license. As my uncle adviced to bring along one passport-sized photo, that was precisely what I brought. And other than the police report, that was more or less all that they needed. Oh, of course, and some cash for renewal. RM30 for a year, I renewed it to last until 2015, as it carries on from my stolen license which expires in 2012.

I have to admit that I was pretty impressed with JPJ. They were super efficient! The whole process did not take longer than 10 minutes eventhough there was a crowd. With all nine counters manned and with things flowing steadily, the fabled long queue at government offices was no where to be seen.

Not exactly how I thought my three-week CNY break would end but oh well, c'est la vie, eh?

Thursday, February 03, 2011

Happy Chinese New Year!

Wishing everyone a


Very Happy Chinese New Year!


新年快乐!

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

CNY hampers

According to Wikipedia, a hamper, in its proper term refers to a wicker basket. Used to transport crops, food and later, laundry in the 19th century by Chinese launders.

Today, in Malaysia, a hamper is deemed a necessity, especially during the festive season. As it is Chinese New Year now, the house is gradually getting filled with hampers from the teachers, some of our parents and Dad's friends.

Some of them were set in the design which I grew up with - those stacked up in a pyramid that used the red plastic baskets as a base wrapped with flowery plastic and tied with a big flower bow at the top.





Some bases are made of metal while some are more creative, using other kinds of bases and boxes.




My favourites are those that still uses a wicker basket as a base, especially those prettily decorated with flowers and chiffon cloth.






As it is customary to exchange hampers, Mum decided to make up our own hampers this year and gave that job to me. We did not want to waste the baskets left from last year hence me recycling them for this year.






How, pass?