All those who wagered biryanis on the promise that I would fall in love with Bali should hold their horses, or goats, for a bit! Yeah, I did check out the impressive road network of the island on the scooter, and in the car, and on the bicycle, and the excellent eating places, and the exciting shopping, but would it be too much to ask for a glimpse of the ocean, the next time round? Yeah yeah, I know, this wasn’t my holiday, just a “look-see” visit, and I returned, the proud wife of my half-marathoner, the Offbeat Athlete, running in the Bali Marathon.
We stayed in a nice-enough resort, Waka di Ume, with its paddy field views and delicious food. But what I failed to see is how a toilet without a lock, opening into the bedroom, is the height of luxury? NO, I didn’t take a picture of the loo in all its glory!
Must say, the bicycle ride was the highlight of the weekend – I got to see some world-class athletes in action, some of whom overtook me on the cycle, running! This was a great opportunity for me to practice panning techniques. Out of a hundred awful shots, I got a couple of good ones:
It was rather fun to chase the half-marathoners. I struggled up the inclines just like them, and a few runners egged me on!
The villagers came out in full force to cheer the runners, complete with costumes, balloons, dances, bright and early, and some of the participants were just as eager to join in the festivities.
Every marathon that I have seen has some oddballs, and costumed runners, and this was no exception. Went beyond expectations though, when I saw a gaggle of ‘unusual marathoners’ close to the finish line, who amused me no end before scrambling off to the nearest swamp:
After the day’s excitement, I did wander around the Ubud market a bit. The over-designed resorts in ‘traditional’ style don’t know where to draw the line, and I couldn’t be sure whether I was looking at real heritage structures, or just another wannabe home stay. Wasn’t enough time to shop for anything beyond a couple of gifts, but plenty of potential! This has to be one of those rare trips to exotic locales that I did NOT spend primarily on photography, but since Souvik promised that we’d be back soon, I am quite happy to plan for a holiday by the sea, maybe at overcrowded Kuta or stylish Seminyak, or even a trek to Gunung Agung.
Which is why I say, kembali ke Bali, which means, in Bahasa Indonesia, return to Bali! And then we shall see about those biryanis!