If the kitchen is the heart of the house, then perhaps the market is the heart of the town or community.
I love walking through fresh markets and supermarkets – looking at local ingredients and supplies. Find out what gets shipped across continents and become a necessity in a foreign land. Mostly finding out what is locally available and locally made.
When in Ubud, make sure to visit the main market. It is at the South-East corner of Jalan Raya Ubud and Jalan Wenara Wana, with the Ubud Palace across the street. It is very busy in the morning with a mixture of regular store owners and mobile hawkers. All happy to help with a smile.
Aerial view of outdoor Ubud market, Bali, Indonesia
Sometimes when I’m busy as a tourist in a different country, different city, different area – I forget that all the locals are carrying on with their daily life, as with my friends and family. If I temporarily forget my bucket list and try to connect and observe the normalcy that is occurring in front of my eyes, perhaps I can be a part of it too.
While visiting in Ubud, Bali – I wandered and doddled without a plan and just observed…
One of many rice paddy
On the first day of July in 2013, I ventured on a day trip to Borobudur from Bali, Indonesia. For some unknown reason, I diverted to Prambanan and the city center of Jogjakarta before visiting the UNESCO world heritage site of Borobudur. One would think that if Borobudur is my main reason to travel, that would be my first place to visit. But at the same point, I thought it would be a nice way to end the day with sunset at Borobudur.
Now I am usually pretty good at checking for the weather forecast of the day so I can dress accordingly. Continue reading
Passengers in public transit bus in Jogja, Indonesia
After my visit to Prambanan, I walked back to the Trans Jogja bus station and people watched. Life in this part of Indonesia is much different than the tourist saturated Bali. I mean there were plenty of tourists at Prambanan, but they were no where to be found at the local bus station which is only a short walk away. Perhaps, not too many foreigners venture to Prambanan on their own – like myself.
I am the type of person who forgets to eat and drink when my mind and body is pre-occupied. While I walked back to the bus station, my stomach started rumbling. Continue reading
Hazy morning view of Mount Kelud from airplane window
During my extended stay in Bali, Indonesia, I met Agung, a Reiki healer through a Swedish friend I had met while traveling in Bangkok, Thailand. From my chat with Agung, he mentioned that the world’s largest Buddhist temple is right here in Indonesia – in Central Java, named Borobudur. When I got back to my homestay, I did a bit of research and knew I had to get there before leaving the country!
The search was on!! I spoke to local travel agents and online tour companies. However, they all required a minimum of 2 travelers, offered a fixed itinerary and the cost was outside of my comfort zone. The draw to Borobudur was intensifying yet I did not have a method and I was set to leave Indonesia in a matter of days. I started looking for flights online and how plausible was it for me to “Do it on my own!” Continue reading
Sifting through my 1000’s of photos from previous travels, to look for specific photos to post with my writings often brings back fond memories… Then my mind drifts and wanders down memory lane – it is no wonder it takes me hours, sometime days to write one article!
A few times, I would start with one intention and by the time I click “Publish” – the post is about a completely different country, a different trip, a different experience all together. It is happening right now!
My intention yesterday was to write about my day trip to Borobudur in Indonesia, it is still in Draft. I have been distracted by the photos of locals, going about their daily life. Continue reading
My first interaction with a Cassowary was from a distance – we shared a sideways glance as I sat in the back of a Greyhound bus.
I had been traveling from Cairns to Melbourne with multiple stops in between. I had heard about a giant bird, much like an ostrich or an emu in appearance but the cassowary is much more colorful in comparison. However, it has a nasty temper and known for attacking people.
That day, as I watched the world drift by from the inside of the Greyhound bus, I noticed a bright splash of color in the distance. Just standing in the middle of the road, in the other lane. As my head whipped around to catch the final glimpse, I noticed there’s not one but two cassowaries! The second was smaller, I presume it is the baby and mom was shielding the baby from the traffic. Continue reading