Past Perfect Senses

With all that butlered lounging around we did at precious Ametis, and our attempts at roping ourselves to its lovely wooden pillars laughed-at failing, we trod away crestfallen and pondering the meaning of Life about lunchtime the third day, jars of biscuits and cashews in hand.

But, because Bali is such an impressive mix of fierce culture and peace and quiet—ALL its houses and buildings adorned with intricate carvings of and boasting altars for gods and such, and everyone seemingly amiable and yet devout—we soon accepted the fact that we probably would not be disappointed with our next stop. Okay no, we didn’t, but, indeed, we were understatingly pleasantly surprised.

Everything

everywhere

this way

and this way

and this.

While man-made, figures such as this were one with Nature.

Picker-upper (and stash of yummies in carseat pocket) for after a contemplative walk (and going up towers).

Just outside the temple at the Alas Kedaton (Monkey Forest) in Tabanan

with its mellow monkeys

and fencing forest.

Tanah Lot, a temple built on a rock carved by the sea. May be accessed only during low tide. Believed to be guarded by poisonous sea snakes.

And highly picturesque.

Except that C refused to take my picture after I mountaineered to here, in my dress, with the tide threatening every second to carry me off to sea. Thanks a lot, des(s)erter.

After the dizzying climb I needed to get it back (Equilibrium)...

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