member of a Balinese family 
plays well again, we had our beloved George (with whom we had traveled to start 6 weeks) to know, because he had us about this unique opportunity of a home stays on Bali tells us and then the contact given. So we called the day after our arrival on the island of the gods at Wayan, who picked us up another day later. From the coast we drove almost 1 1 / 2 hours into the hilly country, always towards the mountains, the streets were narrow and bad, the climate was cooler and soon we found ourselves amidst bright green rice terraces. And then we were there, in the village of Tabanan Jegu in the region. The only tourists who stay here as we come ever in Bali Homestay. A long road leads past many houses, countless temples, many house walls until we finally arrived at Wayan's house.
Day 1 From the same family, we were greeted kindly, learned Wayan's Nyoman's wife, children and Riksa Krisna and the rest of the 4-generation family know where we would stay for the next 6 days. Some neighbors stopped by curious and introduced themselves.
Balinese Wohnverhaeltnisse are totally different than we have hitherto found in Asia. In contrast to the usually very open houses and villages in Bali long walls, the houses of individual families from each other. Within a wall there are many small roofed building, where the rice store with forms underneath the seat and Santander are Abhängfläche each time the center. In the small houses are just the bedroom, the kitchen and the bathroom, everything else takes place outside, especially among the rice. The village has no running water and so it takes a shower with a bucket, which is filled with icy water from a large tub, which comes directly from the mountains ... brrr. In the same way, the toilet flushing the tiled hole in the ground works.
So we sat us right in the rice storage and enjoyed our welcome drink before we children of the village with about 7 about to take a walk set off the rice fields. The kids showed us their world around the village, played, fought over, and jumped into the mud of rice fields and practiced with enthusiasm
us English. "What is your name?", "Which is your favorite color? "," How old are you? ". Fleissig replied to Kathy and I made many shy and asked questions just as hard back." Mainly the only boy Krishna is a great time the other girls to
annoy her flip-flops and wide be carried in the mud of rice fields ... I think boys are all over the world equal. In a beautiful afternoon atmosphere, we observed the work of rice farmers in their bright green fields and took many photos of the children, what made them great fun. The by Nyoman incredibly delicious Balinese dishes we prepared verspeissten the next few days, always under the rice storage, along with Wayan and sometimes some neighbors.
Day 2 The next morning we went over to the neighbors with Nyoman
where grade preparations were being made for the house warming ceremony the next day. The Balinese are renowned for their particularly colorful and still traditional ceremonies for every imaginable occasion. So this time should be dedicated to a house and so were made of coconut leaves, some of which were colored pink and lots of wood sticks
conjured up the wildest scenery. All women of the family and neighbors sit together for this and tinkering, they were worth. First, while we sat, ate black rice with sweet coconut for breakfast and were shortly thereafter automatically, a quasi-Offering Workshop. A neighbor showed us how to tinkering in the abovementioned components a kind of small plates on the later still different colored flowers, rice crackers, etc. to come .... hmm. Somehow not so easy ... recalcitrant Leaf ... and constantly breaks off this stick ... hmm. For women, it looks like somehow everything just so. Hmm. Well, but eventually we got our first point still Offering and were quite proud. In the afternoon, was still a Dutch this couple (Dennis Henry), which would stay for a week with his neighbors
and so we started the afternoon with Wayan on a small trek through the rice terraces on the other Side of the village. Wayan showed us all edible fruits, leaves and tubers, and said the rice cultivation and showed us proudly his rice field. Now we know how to grow pineapples and cocoa, and that one can suck red hibiscus flowers, because the taste on
stalks are cute. We were accompanied by another neighbor and three girls, which made it especially fun to collect water hyacinths. As a conclusion it was fresh Balinese snacks in your neighbor's garden: we sucked cocoa beans (the white meat tastes aussenrum sweet and sour) and enjoyed fresh juice from a young coconut.
After dinner we went some women then the traditional Balinese clothing and sat on the right hair accessories. First, it draws on a kind of rock, the sarong. Then, the Balinese women a type of corset worn under a blouse made of cotton or lace to the waist, a contrasting cloth bound. Anyway, all fabrics are very colorful, often laced with gold or silver thread and the whole outfit look very
happy. The hair ornament is made of colorful flowers and golden leaves that rustle softly with every movement. The men a short and a long sarong over each other, about a short-sleeved shirt and tied to a cloth hat, of course, all wearing matching color and colorful.
Day 3 To a background noise of laughing and galloping around children, barking dogs, cackling hens and crowing roosters since 3:30 we woke up every morning. The village gets up early and today is no school ... and our first sightseeing day. Together with Wayan we went through the four winding mountain roads further north - deep into the interior of the island-yum Danau Bratan lake. When we got there was like 8 degrees colder and we moved on sweaters. After watching the Botanical Garden and the Orchid Garden, we went to a lookout on the slopes of Gunung Pohon and enjoyed the view of the
crater lake. We then drove down to the lake and yum famous Hindu / Buddhist temple Pura Ulun Danu Bratan the 17th Jhrd. The temple itself is available, unfortunately only for believers, but the surroundings with the mountain shrouded by clouds Gunung Catur, an exciting and well-kept gardens situated directly on / in the lake is simply breathtaking. After a lunch break we went then to the market of Candikuning where somehow all the seller spoke a little German and we heard one of the best lines: "Buy here, buy them here cheaper than Aldi" ... and in the mountains of Bali. All right. We are happy to come naturally to the request, finally, there were fresh strawberries (the season in Germany as well, missed) and cinnamon sticks. Moreover, the souvenirs much cheaper than in the coastal region, the sellers
was right. In the evening, the others went for a walk and then I learned to cook! Yes, it's hard to believe it, that's why I say it again, I've learned to cook. Well, better said, a court, but still. The court had chosen namely Kathi and I to our absolute favorite: Perkedel Jagung - Balinese corn hash browns. And because it found everything very class that I wanted to learn this.
Nyoman prepared the ingredients and the great grandmother of the family looked to me all the time curious about the shoulder. In the evening we watched then the so-called entertainment the evening of the house warming ceremony at. All the neighbors are there, there we a lot of singing, read and of course eating. The granddaughter of the new homeowner proudly showed us the new building and the many gifts and presents, which had already received their grandparents.
Day 4 We got up early to follow from 7:30 to 5 hours, the house warming ceremony can. All were solemn in bright colors (white, yellow, orange, beige) dressed. Similar to the previous evening was sung a lot of telling and prayed. The gifts, including whole chicken, fried or raw, coconuts, flowers and the typical offerings were blessed again and again with water, towards the end of the ceremony have slaughtered a duck. In the afternoon we went on with 3 cars and two neighbors to another trip. By beautiful scenery, we drove higher and higher into the cool mountains, past endless rice terraces, again through many villages with long walls and traditional temples of all sizes. Our goal this time was
the temple Pura Luhur Batakau, at the foot of Gunung Batakau, which starts one of the three sacred mountains of Bali ist.Von here from a pilgrimage to the mountain. The temple was the state temple when Tabanan was an independent kingdom. He is very isolated - but here we speak German and some statues are very drawn by the weather. The air is cool and moist, and as in every temple of Bali, we have to wear sarongs. There are strict rules for women by the way: who has his rule, or as children, yet having no teeth, do not enter the temple ... The temple roofs, such as covered all over the island of black fibers from coconuts. Almost looks like a thatched roof .... in northern Germany Then we moved on, often waving children, through the lush green landscape, again passing rice fields, water buffalo and villages of the Hotsprings Penatahan. There is a large and a small pool, as well as some open showers. Of course we took advantage of this opportunity now, finally back warm water. Henry said her friendship fragrant shampoo with some small, entirely enthusiastic girls in the shower. Once again the delicious dinner was waiting
Nyoman then a huge surprise to us that the children of the village had practiced in our absence, a traditional dance show and borrowed for this extra colorful costumes in Tabanan. From elementary school to high school, all with power. We were able to witness the famous Balinese dances up close and the sweetest of all the children. Even a modern dance to Indonesian pop music with Krisna and Riksa was there. We enjoyed the totally cute, colorful, traditional show,
the almost professional worked very, together with the whole village, because ultimately all wanted to proudly watch their children. Such dances, an important part of Balinese culture are practiced at school, so almost every girl can perform these dances. Finally, we were allowed to read out the names of all 20 children and they got a small envelope of Wayan to further encourage the development of their dancing skills.
Day 5 The day was spent mainly in the rice store with the kids before we went in the afternoon, the No. 1 tourist destination on the island: the temple of Tanah Lot, which is built into the spectacular sea. Together with hundreds of other tourists we saw a beautiful sunset in various shades of red on, and enjoyed the very special atmosphere of the rough sea. On the way back we visited the night market in Tabanan, one last time before we could enjoy Nyoman excellent cooking skills.
Day 6 A bit sad, we left after breakfast the family ... with Wayan we stopped at one last temple on the way to the town of Ubud artist before he fled to us for our next Hostel ...
to be back in Bangkok for the fourth time on our trip was a strange feeling, because from here it would only return to Munich Go ... but because we would rather not think for now. Thanks to our long-planned and very extensive "Final shopping" we had no time to waste even a thought for the journey home. Way too much we enjoyed it, to throw us into the colorful tumult of the various markets and buy cheap T-proud 
shirt, handbag and earrings. Yippie! The Pratunam area here was once again our favorite. The cultural balance (we thought we could not five days at a stretch, to go shopping for 8 hours a day - but are now convinced of the contrary), we drove even for 1 1 / 2 days in the old royal city of Ayutthaya and visited the famous temple of Morgerröte , Wat Arun, the right next to our beloved Chao Praya River in Bangkok is. This was, at the end of the rainy season, unusually restless and brown, which is why the Japanese tourists 
during the 3-minute ride with every water splash that reached their feet, loud and hysterical loskreischten jumped to the side. Well, at least, the Wat Arun built entirely of Chinese Porzelanstückchen, so a vast mosaic of many colors, often are whole cup saucer worked with. 
. Pure luxury. Classic cocktails, extensive wine list, chic Thais, elegant black chairs, stylish soft lighting, excellent service, but of course nothing in comparison with this view, as if painted. Countless colorful spots on a black background from a great height under the stars. What conclusion of our tour! So we enjoyed some time just the fantastic views across the wide night-lights of this city - the start of exotic and breathtaking end of our trip. 
Pferdefan Kathi is the largest I have ever met. It has always been her dream, a wide beach with a great (fast) horse to ride along, into the water, out in the sun. (What from Augsburg unfortunately is not easy.) As it turned out, the Ala, a friend of Robert of Odessa, and Jack ride were also able to booked the 4 is a 2-hour beach trip, with horses of Umallas stables, mediated by the friendly neighbor Michel. 
early morning we went to all, Kathy was very excited and Ala could not wait. The riding itself was like a small villa built - just for horses. And then rode the 4 go along with three guides, I went with Agung to the beach, there to take pictures of them and admire the whole. For the first time angry for I never learned to ride, because in such an idyllic setting in the morning atmosphere on the seemingly endless beach, I would have liked to been there. 
my lonesome walk on the wide beach was banging in the sun with his feet still in the cool water but also beautiful ... Kathi still retained the next 2 days, a huge smile on his lips and was happy every second of this unique experience, but at last they had been able to realize her childhood dream! 
After we had some bad experiences Hostel in Legian was Robert so generous to us, and Jack in his dream villa invite. Actually, we just wanted to stay a few days to relax, but for those few days, a week ... when you see the pictures, you can certainly understand. 
worked in the Villa 8 employees are always friendly to us indulgences every wish from your eyes. There was also an excellent cook, who conjured us really delicious meal every night without exception, that we were then washed down with a glass of Veuve Cliquot. So if we 
not in our beautiful four-poster bed were staying, especially coordinated or got lost in our bathroom (!), We were on or in the pool went with "our driver Agung" to shopping, massage left us, rode mopeds to sunset at the nearby beach, made little excursions into the environment or 
met Kathy's childhood dreams (see next blog). What a conclusion to our trip. It really was like a dream to be free feel, simply, a great finish after a grueling tour but partly. Often we had to ask: "Why do we fly back but equal?", "Why do we have to back to Germany?" How long 
equals our visa valid for Indonesia? "As a small thank you we cooked an evening together with the employees, the Balinese corn tortillas, which I had learned from Nyoman, and our food arrived even good ... and we had again a lot of fun with the crew. 
Jack on the Bukit Peninsula at Dreamland Beach, one of the most popular surfing beaches and once again great colorful for a sunset. Also exciting was the meeting with one of the 8 Balinese kings, in which we got to know as a photo assistant of Robert the royal family and the palace, including the temple. On the last evening there was still a culinary highlight, as the two invited us to dinner at KuDeTa. After a champagne cocktail Sunset, there were at comfortable lounge music to fine foie gras, and artfully decorated Vitello Donato the absolutely perfectly roasted rack of lamb with a small green asparagus and vanilla mashed potatoes ... all this directly on the beach of Seminyak 
to the quiet sound of the waves in the background. The departure we noticed them actually not easy, but we were in Robert and Jack met two extraordinary people who already gave us probably the best end of our trip. "Thank you, guys." 
By Robert and Jack, we'd like to know on the first day in Bali, we were on the Cremation Ceremony of the brother of a the 8 Balinese kings were invited. Robert and Jack should shoot, we could see ... and finally attend one of the so famous Balinese funeral ceremonies. We could go even in the Grand Palace in Denpasar, meet a prince and the preparations we looked at, before it went off magnificently. Over one hundred women and men had come to the palace to pay respect to the body of their last respects. From each family from the village of the royal family have a woman and a man to attend the ceremony (all in the same outfit, women in gray-blue, see picture), but in separate these groups and with different functions. may 
in Bali such Ceremonies take place not in the rainy season, so it is only every 6 months, a period of several weeks in which the bodies may be burned. This 3rd September was the last day of the current period, it was about time. One dies thus at some time between periods, the body is first buried and then dug up again later for cremation. 
. This is supported including rack of about 30 men. It follows a group of dancers in black and white Kleidung.Und suggest then the body follows in a large, throne-like structure with wings that had to be carried by 50 men determined in layers. Often, they stumbled and seemed to break under the weight fast. Since this structure is so high, running from 
These 2 men whose only job is to shut with any cables or phone lines, which could collide with the throne, zuheben out of their way. Anywhere between the said train parts, there are members who Family and friends and of course the streets are lined with hundreds of curious spectators. The whole thing is moving in a monkey pace, we actually ran the whole time and tried connecting to keep the train and Kathi had to sacrifice even a shoe. Yes, so fast a. .. We therefore also briefly mourned by 
their flip-flop, but she heroically ran barefoot. After about 3 km we came to the dusty "cemetery" and it has started to fire the cops on the later to place. This is then cut open and placed the corpse in the back of the bull. Now the corpse "unpacked" so that you can see mainly the gray feet and there are several washings and ceremonies. Overall, however, there is more of a 
casual atmosphere, you talk to, drinking water and no one is really sad. After a while the fire is lit, the body falls into the body of the bull and is burning in front of him. Clothes and important items of the deceased are burned and it shall be given him with another on the road. Meanwhile, playing the 
band and the dancers perform traditional dances before the family and the four princesses. The first people to go to catch ... The last to go when the family leaves the place of burial. The ashes are later collected together and scattered in the sea, as on Bali is common. 
Kuta, the tourist ghetto of the island, almost comparable to El Arenal, Patpong or Chaweng (now the Travel Industry is asked, heh?). Almost 8 km runs on the official site, medium dark sand along the beach, before continuing north to Legian and Seminyak. Here is raging (e) life, there are countless souvenir shops, surf shops, CD shops, bars, cafes, hotels, hostels and restaurants ... only they are not filled. Not anymore. Not since the devastating bomb attacks in October 2002 where over 200 tourists and locals gave their lives and an even larger number were injured. The attacks devastated the tourism industry ruined, many business people (including Wayan, where we spent the Home Stay), restaurants and hotels had to close ... The newspaper headlines at the time 
"Paradise Lost". Today on Jl. Legian a huge monument engraved with the names of all victims. Some suspects were indicted and convicted. The hotels and restaurants strive for normalcy, tourists can see and hear again loungy tracks from the many bars. But the slightly queasy feeling is not yet completely disappeared, at least not here. Was there indeed renewed attacks in 2005, where also killed people. We picked a hotel in Legian quieter and kept us in great cafes and restaurants. The attacks are simply everywhere. Almost every 
restaurant owner or artist knows how to tell a story. The large and expensive clubs and restaurants like KuDeTa have hired an army of security people. Bags and backpacks are checked carefully checked cars to bombs and guarded entrances. So at least the feeling of security are made in Paradise ... 
Ubud is a very special small town in the heart of Bali. It is beautifully nestled in bright green rice terraces and is a city for culture lovers and artists. Beginning of the last century many Western artists came to Bali to be inspired by the tropical environment. Among them was also the German painter Walter Spiess, who was a co-founder of the Pita Maha artists' association, which was the key from now on, new impulses. The small village of Ubud is the artistic center of the island. So there are still countless galleries and museums in Ubud. There are wood carvings, silverware and plenty to buy jewelry. A little seems almost everyone to be an artist, even if he only mass-produced for sale to day-trippers produced on the main market. In the 1970s, the first backpackers discovered the small town as a popular destination, long ago, tourists from around the world, partly from the coast for a day, or stay longer in one of the now numerous and 4 *- 5 *- star Hotels in the beautiful surroundings. Despite the large crowd Ubud has lost none of its atmosphere, I convert a bit off the beaten path you will soon see no more tourists, tiny restaurants discovered with great views and can observe traditional ceremonies in the temple. One can think that Ubud is a small shopping paradise for all kinds Krams, and so was our main activity a stroll through the many shops, galleries and on the main market, which ended with the dispatch of a 20-pound package home. Even I bought 2 pictures .... and much more ... 
course, monkeys! Although about a hundred And piece. Before this you have to take a little care, because they love chains, sunglasses, cameras, and especially any type of food. From our vocational teachers Hr. 
Zitzlaff we had heard the horror story of how his Woman here a few years ago was bitten on the finger, and so of course we had respect for the animals. Together with a Forest employees but then we dared approach the sweet macaques, Laos since I am anyway a monkey fan made. And it was worth the effort. We saw above all, many newborn monkeys and children, were playing together. How beautiful! 
plays well again, we had our beloved George (with whom we had traveled to start 6 weeks) to know, because he had us about this unique opportunity of a home stays on Bali tells us and then the contact given. So we called the day after our arrival on the island of the gods at Wayan, who picked us up another day later. From the coast we drove almost 1 1 / 2 hours into the hilly country, always towards the mountains, the streets were narrow and bad, the climate was cooler and soon we found ourselves amidst bright green rice terraces. And then we were there, in the village of Tabanan Jegu in the region. The only tourists who stay here as we come ever in Bali Homestay. A long road leads past many houses, countless temples, many house walls until we finally arrived at Wayan's house. 
So we sat us right in the rice storage and enjoyed our welcome drink before we children of the village with about 7 about to take a walk set off the rice fields. The kids showed us their world around the village, played, fought over, and jumped into the mud of rice fields and practiced with enthusiasm 
us English. "What is your name?", "Which is your favorite color? "," How old are you? ". Fleissig replied to Kathy and I made many shy and asked questions just as hard back." Mainly the only boy Krishna is a great time the other girls to 
annoy her flip-flops and wide be carried in the mud of rice fields ... I think boys are all over the world equal. In a beautiful afternoon atmosphere, we observed the work of rice farmers in their bright green fields and took many photos of the children, what made them great fun. The by Nyoman incredibly delicious Balinese dishes we prepared verspeissten the next few days, always under the rice storage, along with Wayan and sometimes some neighbors. 
where grade preparations were being made for the house warming ceremony the next day. The Balinese are renowned for their particularly colorful and still traditional ceremonies for every imaginable occasion. So this time should be dedicated to a house and so were made of coconut leaves, some of which were colored pink and lots of wood sticks 
conjured up the wildest scenery. All women of the family and neighbors sit together for this and tinkering, they were worth. First, while we sat, ate black rice with sweet coconut for breakfast and were shortly thereafter automatically, a quasi-Offering Workshop. A neighbor showed us how to tinkering in the abovementioned components a kind of small plates on the later still different colored flowers, rice crackers, etc. to come .... hmm. Somehow not so easy ... recalcitrant Leaf ... and constantly breaks off this stick ... hmm. For women, it looks like somehow everything just so. Hmm. Well, but eventually we got our first point still Offering and were quite proud. In the afternoon, was still a Dutch this couple (Dennis Henry), which would stay for a week with his neighbors 
and so we started the afternoon with Wayan on a small trek through the rice terraces on the other Side of the village. Wayan showed us all edible fruits, leaves and tubers, and said the rice cultivation and showed us proudly his rice field. Now we know how to grow pineapples and cocoa, and that one can suck red hibiscus flowers, because the taste on 
stalks are cute. We were accompanied by another neighbor and three girls, which made it especially fun to collect water hyacinths. As a conclusion it was fresh Balinese snacks in your neighbor's garden: we sucked cocoa beans (the white meat tastes aussenrum sweet and sour) and enjoyed fresh juice from a young coconut. 
After dinner we went some women then the traditional Balinese clothing and sat on the right hair accessories. First, it draws on a kind of rock, the sarong. Then, the Balinese women a type of corset worn under a blouse made of cotton or lace to the waist, a contrasting cloth bound. Anyway, all fabrics are very colorful, often laced with gold or silver thread and the whole outfit look very 
happy. The hair ornament is made of colorful flowers and golden leaves that rustle softly with every movement. The men a short and a long sarong over each other, about a short-sleeved shirt and tied to a cloth hat, of course, all wearing matching color and colorful. 
Day 3 To a background noise of laughing and galloping around children, barking dogs, cackling hens and crowing roosters since 3:30 we woke up every morning. The village gets up early and today is no school ... and our first sightseeing day. Together with Wayan we went through the four winding mountain roads further north - deep into the interior of the island-yum Danau Bratan lake. When we got there was like 8 degrees colder and we moved on sweaters. After watching the Botanical Garden and the Orchid Garden, we went to a lookout on the slopes of Gunung Pohon and enjoyed the view of the 
crater lake. We then drove down to the lake and yum famous Hindu / Buddhist temple Pura Ulun Danu Bratan the 17th Jhrd. The temple itself is available, unfortunately only for believers, but the surroundings with the mountain shrouded by clouds Gunung Catur, an exciting and well-kept gardens situated directly on / in the lake is simply breathtaking. After a lunch break we went then to the market of Candikuning where somehow all the seller spoke a little German and we heard one of the best lines: "Buy here, buy them here cheaper than Aldi" ... and in the mountains of Bali. All right. We are happy to come naturally to the request, finally, there were fresh strawberries (the season in Germany as well, missed) and cinnamon sticks. Moreover, the souvenirs much cheaper than in the coastal region, the sellers 
was right. In the evening, the others went for a walk and then I learned to cook! Yes, it's hard to believe it, that's why I say it again, I've learned to cook. Well, better said, a court, but still. The court had chosen namely Kathi and I to our absolute favorite: Perkedel Jagung - Balinese corn hash browns. And because it found everything very class that I wanted to learn this. 
Nyoman prepared the ingredients and the great grandmother of the family looked to me all the time curious about the shoulder. In the evening we watched then the so-called entertainment the evening of the house warming ceremony at. All the neighbors are there, there we a lot of singing, read and of course eating. The granddaughter of the new homeowner proudly showed us the new building and the many gifts and presents, which had already received their grandparents. 
Day 4 We got up early to follow from 7:30 to 5 hours, the house warming ceremony can. All were solemn in bright colors (white, yellow, orange, beige) dressed. Similar to the previous evening was sung a lot of telling and prayed. The gifts, including whole chicken, fried or raw, coconuts, flowers and the typical offerings were blessed again and again with water, towards the end of the ceremony have slaughtered a duck. In the afternoon we went on with 3 cars and two neighbors to another trip. By beautiful scenery, we drove higher and higher into the cool mountains, past endless rice terraces, again through many villages with long walls and traditional temples of all sizes. Our goal this time was 
the temple Pura Luhur Batakau, at the foot of Gunung Batakau, which starts one of the three sacred mountains of Bali ist.Von here from a pilgrimage to the mountain. The temple was the state temple when Tabanan was an independent kingdom. He is very isolated - but here we speak German and some statues are very drawn by the weather. The air is cool and moist, and as in every temple of Bali, we have to wear sarongs. There are strict rules for women by the way: who has his rule, or as children, yet having no teeth, do not enter the temple ... The temple roofs, such as covered all over the island of black fibers from coconuts. Almost looks like a thatched roof .... in northern Germany Then we moved on, often waving children, through the lush green landscape, again passing rice fields, water buffalo and villages of the Hotsprings Penatahan. There is a large and a small pool, as well as some open showers. Of course we took advantage of this opportunity now, finally back warm water. Henry said her friendship fragrant shampoo with some small, entirely enthusiastic girls in the shower. Once again the delicious dinner was waiting 
Nyoman then a huge surprise to us that the children of the village had practiced in our absence, a traditional dance show and borrowed for this extra colorful costumes in Tabanan. From elementary school to high school, all with power. We were able to witness the famous Balinese dances up close and the sweetest of all the children. Even a modern dance to Indonesian pop music with Krisna and Riksa was there. We enjoyed the totally cute, colorful, traditional show, 
the almost professional worked very, together with the whole village, because ultimately all wanted to proudly watch their children. Such dances, an important part of Balinese culture are practiced at school, so almost every girl can perform these dances. Finally, we were allowed to read out the names of all 20 children and they got a small envelope of Wayan to further encourage the development of their dancing skills. 
Day 5 The day was spent mainly in the rice store with the kids before we went in the afternoon, the No. 1 tourist destination on the island: the temple of Tanah Lot, which is built into the spectacular sea. Together with hundreds of other tourists we saw a beautiful sunset in various shades of red on, and enjoyed the very special atmosphere of the rough sea. On the way back we visited the night market in Tabanan, one last time before we could enjoy Nyoman excellent cooking skills. 
