Left see, right see, can't see why this hotel is a 4-star hotel. Breakfast by the seaside is something the Mat Sallehs enjoy, I guess. Probably, we're Penangites. Mama Peh said, "aiyoh... waste so much money to fly here and have breakfast by the seaside. Grandpa's apartment in Penang Batu Ferringghi is by the seaside, FOC also we seldom go."
This is the backdoor to our hotel room.
Each and every room has a unique statue. This reminds me of my 2-month kindergarten experience. I still remembered that my school bus number plate was 8848. Everyday after school, we'd line up at a signboard with the number written and a picture painted on the board. The teacher asked us to remember the picture of our bus, in which I found it very difficult to remember. Why couldn't we just remember the number? Of course, that time, I dared not "challenge" my teacher. Now, I still remember the 8848, but have no idea at all about the picture.
To avoid the heat, 8am, we left the hotel for Besakih Temple. "Compelled" to buy sarong to enter the temple. 3 sarongs for IND 200k.
Entrance + parking fee to Besakih Temple = IND 35k.
Mama Peh had a motorbike ride from the parking lot to the entrance of temple, cost IND 50k.
Praying material. The distinctive part is, josticks are lying flat, in contrary to the chinese way of vertical placement.
This old lady is preparing the praying material.
Kintamani volcano. Before I came, my office-roommate told me not to have the "cheating" buffet lunch at the volcano. It's expensive and the food is not nice.
On the first day, I told the driver that I don't wanna have buffet. Early morning, I told the driver that I don't wanna have buffet. Still, the driver brought us to have buffet lunch, at a restaurant overlooking the Kintamani volcano and Lake Bator. The sub-quality buffet lunch was very expensive. cost us IND 314k. Oh, upon entering the mountain area, need to pay IND 15 as "entrance fee". There's no toll booth or whatsoever. Just a guy collecting money from every car going uphill. Hah...hah... this is Indonesia, lagi boleh land in which M'sia is following its footsteps.
Buah salak.
We arrived late at the restaurant. All the open air dining tables were fully occupied. We had to dine in the stuffy and kok restaurant, still paying the same amount of money.
After lunch, we passed by terrace padi fields on the way back. Compared to those in Sapa, Vietnam, small wu meets big wu.
But here in Bali, it's more commercialised. Restaurants overlooking the padi fields were built.
Stop by a town called Ubud for shopping. Bought some special souvenirs, heh...heh...heh...
After a full day, we strolled along the seaside at the hotel. No doubt, people in Bali are very pious. Can see people pray anytime, anywhere.
Sigh... evening sun is infinitely good, just that it's close to the dusk. (夕阳无限好，只是近黄昏)
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