We went up into the hills of Bali for a weekend. It was a great, laid back weekend.
Of course, there were the requisite touristic visits to temples and such which necessitated the wearing of sarongs.
Even the giant trees are wearing checkered versions. Apparently, the Balinese believe the trees have souls, and therefore deserve to be dressed modestly.
We wandered by the largest spider I’ve ever seen. He was big, black with yellow markings, and scary enough that I didn’t want to reach around to see what he looked like from the top.
At one of the temples, we each received our blessing from the priestess.
A random hindu statue that I liked.
At the rice terraces
We took a cooking course at a Balinese restaurant. Liz is now addicted to tempeh.