My deviations usually occur right after thinking, ‘Hmmmmmm….I wonder where that goes?’ It is mucho divertido but I normally end up riding down some small village road rarely seen by tourists (at least that’s how it feels).
Curious glances from the locals abound. I suppose I might react the same way if a stranger made their way down my little back road in Upstate NY doing three miles an hour on a moped and gazing around like a toddler in a fun house. Being a mega-mutant (by their standards anyway) probably does not help.
He offered to bring me to a cremation ceremony (i.e. funeral) on the 5th of February. You may think this strange but tourists are encouraged to attend these ceremonies anytime they are being held. They are literally a celebration of death. I was invited to one last week but the sweltering heat convinced me to wait for cooler climes. This time I will probably attend, assuming I am in the area. I’ve heard it is quite a sight. Apparently, these ceremonies are quite expensive. Only the higher castes (i.e. higher income bracket) can afford to hold the ceremony contemporaneously with a person’s death. The lower echelon put their relatives in the ground for up to five years until there are enough bodies (and contributing families) to cover the combined cost of a joint ceremony.
|Market in central Ubud|
|Temple in front of market. Offerings made to spirits to ensure brisk sales.|
|Holy Shit Nuggets!!!!|