Showing posts with label Monkey Forest. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Monkey Forest. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

Bali 2013 - Day 12

Jake had expressed an interest in going to the monkey forest, and in all the years I've been coming to Bali, I've never really seen this famous attraction.  We walk and drive past it all the time, and back in '95 we went to a temple ceremony there one night, but we've never made the visit during the day.  Macaela wasn't interested in going, so she went back to Londo, but Jake, Ibu and I got transport with a friend's son and ventured into the forest.  We've seen the monkeys down at Ulu Watu many times, and we are used to how aggressive they are, and that's probably why we've stayed away.  But these monkeys get fed a lot and they're not as bad.

It costs 20,000 to get in the forest, and you can buy bananas from vendors throughout.  We didn't, because we didn't want to give the monkeys any reason to approach us.  It is true that they are not as aggressive here, however, you still have to practice some common sense precautions.  Don't go in with anything dangling off your backpack.  If you think it's cute, the monkeys will too, and they are clever little things.  You'll most likely lose it.  They do have staff here, so if you catch a little thief, you can attempt to get your stuff back.

I didn't know that they like sarongs.  We hadn't gotten very far in when I saw a monkey across the path and I could tell I was in trouble.  They set their eyes on you and unless they get distracted, they're coming for you.  This one was a large female and she hurried over to me and reached up and grabbed my sarong with both hands.  I really didn't want to be disrobed, and while I was confident about how my sarong was tied for everyday wear, I wasn't sure what a monkey might be capable of.  So there I was standing in the middle of the path saying no, no, no, when a green laser shot up the path to where I was standing.  The monkey saw it and immediately let go and retreated.  I thanked the responsible staff member when I went past him, and that's when he told me that the monkeys like sarongs.  This was proven later up at the temple when a tourist pulled a sarong out of her backpack and shook it out in preparation of putting it on.  Two monkeys rushed over and began tussling over which one would get would get the prize, with the tourist wailing in bewilderment trying to get them to let go (while the rest of us all stood around taking pictures).  

Aside from the monkeys, the monkey forest has a beautiful temple to explore, all sorts of interesting carvings, and loads of horticultural specimens.  They have a very informative website you might want to check out before visiting.  Walk past the temple, down the steps towards the toilets, and continue on past the stage for some wonderful valley views.  Most of the monkeys are near the entrance gates and the temple, so you won't be bothered by them back here.  If you're prepared for a little off-the-path (we weren't), there is more to see deeper in the jungle.  There was a near vertical "path" that others were going down, but it wasn't much more than a few roots sticking out of the mud and we weren't wearing the right shoes.  Also check out the many whimsical monkey sculptures along the road leading to the forest.

After this great adventure, we crossed the street to our bead shop.  This tiny little place is crammed with beads and beaded products.  There is barely room to move, and it's hot inside!  There seemed to be more products and fewer beads this year, but we still managed to find plenty to take home.  While we were shopping I could hear the shrieks and shouts and laughter from across the street.  The monkey forest sounded like a carnival midway.

We walked back toward main road, stopping for drinks and a snack at Sagitarius.  We continued walking, then I bargained for transport when we got to Jaya Cafe.  The best offer was 50,000; he wouldn't go down because it was heavy traffic and he would have to make two left turns.  Shortly after we got in the car, he got a phone call from someone he had driven for before.  He went back and forth with lots of "yes, I remember" and "yes, I know."  They made arrangements for the caller to go rafting and to the elephant park the next day, and he would pick them up at 8:00.  He got off the phone and repeated the hotel name a couple of times, then asked us where this hotel was.  We didn't know.  He said he didn't know either, and he didn't know who that was on the phone.  I told him he'd better figure it out before 8:00 tomorrow morning.

We staggered home after dark, which is pretty late for us, dropped off our bags and headed over to Made's Warung for dinner.  They were packed, but there was a table to accommodate us.  They have an extensive menu, and we were all having trouble figuring out what to eat, so we ordered drinks and kentang goreng and said we were still looking.  The waiter said okay, brought our milkshakes and our potatoes, and never came back.

While waiting, we heard gasps and screams from another table and looked to see everyone jumping up and moving away from their chairs.  They were all looking up, and there was lots of excited French chatter going on.  Apparently, they had never seen a tokay gecko, and they thought they had a snake in the bale roof over their table.  Tokays are rather large, ranging in size from about 6 to up to 20 inches, although I've never seen one that big.  They will quickly disappear if approached, and they eat huge quantities of bugs, so they are always welcome wherever I am.

When our waiter hopped on a motorbike and sped away, I figured we'd better inquire as to whether the kitchen was still open.  It was, and we all ordered our dinners.  I think at that point, they had finished serving everyone else and we were the last ones left to eat.  When we got our food, it was excellent, and the prices were very good.  We're not taking this off our list; I think the waiter misunderstood us, and they were very busy.

On a side note, the exchange rate is down to 9,800 today. :(

Sunday, August 4, 2013

Bali 2013 - Day 9

Today is Jake's big day.  He's been looking forward to doing a trail ride for weeks.  He had picked out one he wanted to do - Bali Rides - but their day ride is 900,000 IDR (about $90 US) and it just isn't in our budget.  So Made booked him with Bali Eco Tours for only 360,000.  The cost for the ride includes breakfast, all equipment, snacks & drinks along the way, and a buffet lunch at the end.  It wasn't exactly what he wanted (it is mostly downhill), but he went and had a good time - and he absolutely refused to take a camera, so we have no pictures to share.

They picked him up out on the road around 8:00 and squeezed him in between the driver and the guide in the front.  The rest of the group he was riding with were Dutch.  They were driven up to Kintamani where they had breakfast overlooking the volcano, then they went to a coffee and spice plantation.  Here they saw the famous luwak, learned about ginseng, ginger and turmeric, and sampled some coffees.  I had sent him off with 100,000 for emergencies, and apparently kopi luwak is an emergency.  Jake decided since he was here, and it was offered, that he'd like to try the famously expensive coffee.  For 60,000 he got a small pot of freshly brewed coffee, which is expensive for a cup of coffee, but relatively cheap for luwak coffee.

After the plantation, they drove to the bicycle depot to begin the ride.  They rode down the mountain (slowly, according to Jake), stopped at a family compound to learn about how the traditional Balinese home is laid out, and stopped at a 500 year old banyan tree.  Here they learned a bit about the banyan and its religious and cultural importance, and had a snack of bananas.  Back on the bicycles, they rode further down the mountain to stop at a ricefield and learn about the rice cycle and harvesting process.  After this, the riders were offered an uphill extension of the ride, which Jake and one or two others took advantage of.  Then the whole group met up for lunch and the return trip to their hotels.

While he was off having all this fun, the rest of us did a bit of shopping, made a new friend (and caught up with an old one), and headed to town for our manicures.  Well, we couldn't remember where we had seen the OPI shop, so we couldn't exactly get transport.  Even women we asked along the way didn't know what we were talking about, so how could we expect a driver to know?  So, we walked.  And walked . . . and walked.  We walked from Jl. Penestanan, down the hill, across the old bridge and uphill into town.  We walked all the way down Jl. Monkey Forest to Jl. Hanoman to Jl. Dewi Sita.  At this point, it was almost time for Jake to be back, so we gave up and were pushing for home.  We were also hot, tired, hungry, thirsty, and grumpy.  And we hadn't gotten our manicures.  Then, there it was!  We crossed the street and climbed the steps and walked in to the frigid air of the shop.  I picked up a menu so we could decide if we wanted to come back later.  Manicure: 60,000 - no polish!  Polish is an additional 60,000.  And remember we were going to pick up some OPI polish cheap to take home?  NOT!  Polish ranged from 195,000 to 225,000 per bottle - more than double what it costs at home.  But hey, we got lots of exercise.


We got back to the bungalows just shortly after Jake did.  We all laid around and recovered from our day.  Since we had all expended so much energy, we agreed that dinner someplace close was in order.  We opted for Lala & Lili, which is less than 10 minutes walk down the jungle path.  The food was good, the prices were decent, but the service was a bit slow, even by Bali standards.