Third
day in Ubud, there was nothing planned as we weren't going
to visit the offsite Hindu temples (perhaps we should but
no point contemplating about it since we were back). Thus,
we walked around Ubud aimlessly. And along the way, we went
to the Ubud market and bought some stuff (e.g. Bintang T-shirt)
back home. Can't you see that I am trying not to denote
that all we planned for the day was to do shopping?!
There
was a large market at central Ubud selling everything. And
everything includes cooked food, fresh food and of course
merchandise which tourists will be interested in (e.g. wooden
artifacts, paintings...). We walked around the market and
realised that business for the shops on the second floors
weren't having a good business. In fact, it was bad and
the owners were swiping files (literally meaning there wasn't
many tourists around).
It
was here that we saw something interesting. When you finally
agree to a sales transaction in Bali, the shop owner will
tap the money (which you gave him) on his other merchandise
a couple of times while mumbling on something. It was supposed
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Fresh
flowers (which the lady at the guesthouse said was Frangipani)
were prepared as offerings to the gods and spirits in Ubud.
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No disrespect
to the gods and spirits please. I was standing outside a
shop while Bb (my ex) was doing her shopping. Looked down and saw
my feet with the offerings. Thought it was quite interesting
and immediately snapped a picture on it. |
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Stall
keepers were sitting along the empty pavement outside their
stalls waiting for tourists to buy their wares. Business
was not at all good at that moment. |
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A small
Hindu temple/shrine beside the market. |
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A poster
denoting 2 terrorists who was accused of the masterminding
the bali bombings in 2002. The reward for a capture is Rp1Miliyar.
Is that how a terrorist will end up (i.e. getting his picture
vandalised) after he was reported to be dead after a failed
bomb experiment? |
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A rubbish
chute in the market. It extends to the 3rd floor. People
simply throw it into the hole and the cleaners will clear
it from the ground floor. Don't even know why I actually
bothered to explain on how it works in the first place. |
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Bb (my ex) pondering
in Ubud Market while life goes on. |
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Although
the warung says Bubur Ayam Bali (Bali Chicken Porridge),
it also sells Soto Bakso (Rice cakes in chicken soup with
meat balls) at Rp5k/bowl. Although the soup and Bakso (meat
balls) was tasty, I thought it was pretty unhygienic. The
bowl wasn't cleaned properly (maybe it wasn't washed at
all) and the knife was rusty (!). To add it all up, there
was a smelly rubbish bin just beside (look at bottom right
hand corner of the picture). This is experience!
Upon coming back from Bali,
there was a report stating that Bakso in Jakarta were
made from Tikus (rats). I supposed the rationale was to
cut cost. Maybe it was this that made Bakso so tasty.
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A muslim
man selling Sate Kambing (Mutton on Skewers) along Jalan
Raya Ubud. The meat was baberqued on charcoal and served
up in a black sauce which reminds me of a shrimp sauce which
we used it for rojak (Singaporean Salad). It was unlike
the sweet/spicy peanut sauce we have in Sillypore. We had
5 sticks, some nasi (rice) and some kambing soup. Not too
bad and it costs us Rp14k. |
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Along
the streets of Ubud, a little girl was walking while cars
and motocycles passed by. |
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