28/04/2023
Day 3…Activity today is a bike ride on the outskirts of Ubud.
Awake before sunrise again but feeling rested. Weather has been rainy in the early evening and a bit of thunder and lightening and the days humid and cloudy with patches of 🌞
Pick up was 8:30 so down to the lobby for our breakfast at 7:30. The company I used today is called Baikbike and we first used them in 2007 on a whānau holiday and many times since. Side note:Some of the women that have been on tour have had the pleasure of coming on another one which is a lot more cultural with a bit of biking with the wonderful Rachel Bergsma but this particular one is not back up post covid yet. This woman is amazing…google is your friend so go search her out and buy her books for a true raw and honest insight into life in Bali.
We got picked up by our guide Nyoman and the van driver Wayan. We then had one more person to pick up for the ride who was an Italian tourist called Luca. Off to the Kintamani region to a coffee and cocoa plantation (tourist set up) to explain different coffees and teas including Luwak, catpoochino, poopoo coffee!! If you’ve seen The bucket list you’ll know if you haven’t have a google.
From here we go a bit down hill to get on our bikes and head back towards Ubud on a 20km diem hill mostly bike ride. Nyoman is a crack up and has us named ‘Charlie’s Angels’ his own nickname is ‘Fat Buddha’ aside from his humour he is greatly informative and the girls learn lots today.
We stop at a school first and without disturbing the lessons or the kids we get to observe a snippet of their day. From here the next stop is a whānau compound, here the girls learn about how and why the compound is set up like it is. Like a human body the head at the front has the sacred area of their ancestors and temple. Middle of body is sleeping area with elders in the compound in a higher building than rest of family in respect to them, with others in smaller sleeping rooms then a small bathroom for washing nearer the back and wood fired kitchen then behind here in stinky feet position is a vegetable garden, rubbish area and pigs. Of course depending on your economic situation as to how this may look, some more fancy, some less fancy but always the same lay out. This will stay in the family forever and is many many generations old. As money comes and money goes it may vary in looks but it is a true home 😍 and that wood fired kitchen smelled amazing, the pigs not so much 🐷
‘Now we ride’ Nyoman’s line after every stop. We stop at a rice paddy where there’s a team from the community thrashing the rice off by hand and the stalks are going to the owners cows, he’s there loading up his scooter to take to the feed to the cows how he balances this all on the back of his scooter is unreal. We also stop where there’s a man planting new rice into the mud and there’s a man there chewing on betel leaf and chatting away to Nyoman about a wedding that had been a couple of days before. It must’ve been a hell of a party as he’s cracking himself up and smiling away with his orange lips from the betel stain and high as 😂 he offers it around to Charlie’s Angels but we’d crash our bikes on that juice!
Anywho much more learning happens from our educator Nyoman also his own description ‘sit down I’ll give you a lesson’ this happens at the village hall. The team learns how and why every village has a wooden bell tower used to come together as a community. Certain rings for certain things e.g someone in the village has passed away, a banjar meeting at the hall, a fire, an emergency e.g eruption, earthquake, voting also happens here for local govt. The banjar are the men of the village who make decisions about what is best for the community and that happens in the hall. The hall has no walls and is used for many things, any upgrades are paid by donations from the villagers of that community.
Lucky for us the weather has been cloudy so by the time we hit the end after one very steep hill and 21km done the cold wet flannel from the chilly bin is heavenly but no one’s burnt to a crisp or to knackered.
Back to the owners for a delicious home cooked lunch actually my reason for going oink oink!! There’s all kinds of delicious things satay, tofu, Tempe, smoked chicken, mie goreng, vegetables, a yummy mung bean, long bean and coconut vegetable dish.
This team are great at what they do and if you’re looking for a wee insight into Bali life with some exercise thrown in I recommend them. I’ll link them in comments.
Then we are dropped back to Alam Jiwa for an afternoon of r’n’r after a busy day. We did head off down the road to exchange more money and the rate is a bit catpoochino but it is what it is and still incredible value for money. Dinner was at Warung Pojok again as it’s just so convenient and fresh and yummy. Bed time by 9 for us filthy party animals. Julie Gordon Jo-Hanna Cleaver