Wednesday, January 19, 2011

bali: day four


crazy long though. bear with me.


getting a little bored of pancakes, mee goreng and toast by now.

the price to pay for honey on your pancakes?


getting assaulted by bees left and right.
even the bees in bali are pushy…


okayy i don’t even know why we came here (GWK).
looks like some kinda set of roman ruins eh?
*dehhhhk* it’s an abandoned shopping mall.


trying to do that touristy thing where you copy the statue’s pose.
after zin tried to direct this shot for about one whole minute (“your hand… nonono, your leg must bend…”), i figured screw this and let him show us how to do it.


fair enough.
you don’t feel all that disrespectful and blasphemous when the whole setting is so damn commercialised. you’ll see what i mean later.

among the attractions are…


a hundred vaginas???


what the… (in the even that you are blind, see fourth icon)
i tried to google it to no avail. do they steam up your vagina with aromatherapy oils???


amusing part of the lore chiselled on stone.
i supposed with the amount of words like Swargaloka in the story, you tend to overlook the red squiggly lines.


looks promising.
i say if you need a big old doorway carved out of stone and a set of horror mansion gates for a lotus pond, it has got to be something else.


note to self: ini baju tak boleh pakai.



i was right. it IS something else. entirely.

they have atv rides, flying foxes and rock climbing but we were too early and on a tight tight schedule in order to fit in my much awaited beach-bum activities back at legian. who knew, it wouldn’t matter anyway because that tiny slot we left empty would be filled with rain. *bitter*


pretending to play the whatchamacallit.

okay history lesson time.

this whole GWK business is freakin commercialised because it’s a private cultural park of sorts.
GWK (Garuda Wisnu Kencana) has an amphitheatre and holds events like concerts in the Lotus Pond (talk about a misleading name).

so basically it was supposed to be a “146 meter gold plated Vishnu riding Garuda on top of an 11 storey entertainment complex.” but how does that come in with the whole rule that no building in bali should surpass the height of a coconut tree in it’s 15 meter glory?? (that comes up to about 5 storeys but the tallest buildings i’ve seen are 3 storeys at most.)

i don’t exactly know. by the looks of it, they’ve stopped construction. maybe it doesn’t matter because it’s a statue?

but “religious authorities on the island complained that its massive size might disrupt the spiritual balance of the island, and that its commercial nature was inappropriate.”-wiki

currently it’s just bits and pieces of the statues floating around. three to be exact.


garuda’s head.
a fearsome bird creature which double-crossed some serpents so he could eat them up and stole an elixir of immortality from a bunch of gods to release his mother from being a slave to her sister. why was she enslaved to her own sister? oh, they bet on the colour of a horse’s tail and she lost. that’s all.


the armless torso of wisnu looks slyly upon you.
dude promised garuda immortality so that he would get to ride on his back and look totally badass.
up high, wisnu!


wisnu’s arms.
i’m guessing he’d lick that shit off his right finger but his torso is about a kilometer away.


what the whole deal is supposed to look like.
if i offered you the gift of immortality, would you deign to let me ride on your back?


this place could be pretty amazing at sundown.


“yerrr liiii… did you just pick that up off the floor??”
”whaaat?? it’s pretty!!!”


zin and ywk got all excited and bought a cup.


too bad we didn’t get the green straw or it would be a spitting image of starbucks.


am wiping mud off her leg. hahaahahahahhaha.
this is the umpteenth time she has stood in mud during our four days in bali.


when life gives you statues, you imitate.

(btw, i have no idea where kencana comes in)


ULUWATU to see the temple built on the edge of a cliff.
plh’s hair is all curly and sexehh because a sign outside said beware of monkeys and advised against having hair tied up to avoid getting yanked on by the little beasts. we managed to spot a grand total of zero monkeys.


purple satin pageant.


locals on their way to prayers at the temple.


cliff of monstrous proportions that we saw after marching up to one end of the walkway. the waves are mad vicious (if you fell off, you’d be beaten into pulp in no time.)
then we got all snap-happy going “oh wowww, cliff temple!!”


but then we decided to march on to the other end towards the temple and realised it was actually on the other side where we were standing before *malu*




loads of locals in pretty kebayas with food offerings perched atop their heads.
i think there were some sort of festivities going on…


blur, happy, blasé, coy, stood on more mud? (note upraised toes)


i was taking a video of all the hubbub panning across the clearing and this man must’ve though i was trying to take a picture of them because then he beckoned, that we may take a picture with his family. <3


sitting down to nom what was previously on their heads.


harvest charm totem.


and then we spotted a crowd of angmos squatting over these two tanks of colourful shells.
could they be…



yes of course. colourful novelty pets in cute housing comes in the form of hermit crabs as well as chicks.
i mean, who wouldn’t want a couple of creepy faces moving about in a plastic box??
it’s a no brainer.


best temple yet!
because there were actual locals praying there and not entirely swarmed by tourists, it felt the most… (tip of my tongue… bleh i give up).


next stop, DREAMLAND. popsicle break!


the guys were hoping for topless chicks sunbathing but the place was ridden with locals and everyone had their bikinis on. heh.

i wasn’t all that bummed though…
some things make up for it. like …




bikini babesss!!!


white horses!!!




(faster scroll down before you get dizzy!)



sorry, am a sucker for beautiful beaches. *stupid grin*


dreamland is a little different from legian/kuta because it’s ensconced by cliffs all around.
limestone?? i don’t know.




trying to take pretty vacation pictures but the waves are strong and unpredictable.
one minute they could foam a good 5 metres away and the next…


they could engulf you. LOLOLOL
here she is, looking all serene without the slightest flinch.
not because am is unafraid of the ocean,


she just took a little while to react =D


all in good fun!


so worth the briney locks <3
(my shirt is not on backwards. that is the way it is! honest. not even trying to be sarcastic or anything.)


all five of the girls!


ywk and ams with their skirts and pants all wet. nyahaha.


survivors of Oceanic Flight 815.


hahah zy on the far right being very afraid of the sun.


SUI!!!! siap dengan crow’s feet lagi =D

with that we left dreamland which wasn’t at all dreamy or had much land.
(omg looking at all these beachy pictures is getting me all psyched for langkawi.)


so this is lunch.
our last attempt at indonesian food : nasi padang.
(tengok pun tau this is going to be a total rip-off.)
nasi padang is essentially halal food. hence, equates to malay food.
no wait, scratch that. malaysian malay food is a bajillion times better. this was not only sub-par, it was actually bad. (and it cost a bomb.)

post-lunch activities included tonnes of shopping. mostly done by the boys who bought a couple pairs of sneakers because they were dirt cheap. after that we went back to the hotel and changed so we could bum at the beach but then it started raining… oh wait, you know that story.

so then we went to get massages instead. =( sadface because our massage was totally mehh, even the cheaplak place we went to on our first day was better. plus they kept lying to us wtf is this rubbish. plh and am went to a different one which was fabbbbb T.T lucky girls.


clearly western.


hahahahahha. awesome pizza!!!
sorry bali, but your food is no good.


the insanely grand piña colada and i.
have you ever drank a piña colada that’s more expensive than a steak? I HAVE! lol
it was good. i’ll give you that. and i don’t even like piña coladas.


everyone satiated and super happy with the meal (because it wasn’t local food *pulls face*)


okay last picture. kintamani?
i actually like this view from the plane better than the one we drove 2 hours up to see.



in a nutty nutshell, i didn’t enjoy bali very much. geographically, i LOVE it. it’s a beautiful place.
i just didn’t like getting ripped off at every turn and the general way things are there. it’s a far cry from the earnest hospitality i found in bangkok. that, and the fact that i didn’t get to enjoy the beach as much as i had hoped.

it was, however, a great experience.

lessons from bali:

  1. not to take things for granted.
  2. do EXTENSIVE research before going anywhere.
  3. i can be a cranky killjoy sometimes (i too am sorry for the prosperity pot debacle). am working on it =)
  4. don’t count on the weather.

    and most significantly of all…
  5. it turns out i don’t like looking at temples.

i used to have this grand idea that i wanted to see the world, starting from south east asia. maybe backpack, experience the wonder that is angkor wat, the borobudur… you know, that sort of thing. 

i change my mind. 

no more temples. it is lost on me.


kay, i lied. that was the second last picture.
i don’t care if this effs up in your browser, i’m still gonna post it in the original size =)


would i ever go back to bali?

make like the angmos and stick to the beaches.
with the exception of white water rafting. i’d do that again anytime.


- popme -


Anonymous said...

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xinli said...

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