Ubud: Early Morning Walk

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At eight in the morning, it was bustling with people selling flowers, spices, fish, and sarongs.

March 4, 2014

I woke up dazed, confused, and wondering where I was. The bed I slept in didn't feel familiar. Sunlight seeped through a tiny gap in the window, while birds and roosters spoke in varied tones outside my room. 7:30 am the clock displayed. I fumbled out of my room and into the porch where the caretakers greeted me with a smile.

"You like vanilla pancake?" the woman asked me. My instinct told me to say yes, so I nodded before my brain could process the brief conversation. Did she mean pancakes with vanilla ice cream? I don't mind that.

Window of my room
My bed
Doorway to my room
Blurry puppy

As I was about to take a seat, a small bark emerged from nowhere. I looked down and saw a hyperactive pup running around my feet. It was so eager for attention that I couldn't take a sharp photo of it.

Bicycle outside my room

Breakfast was a surprise. Vanilla pancake turned out to be a green crepe-like wrap of goodness. It tasted great—like glutinous rice and not-too-sweet but flavourful. Wrapped inside was a sliced banana that gave the vanilla pancake extra flavor.

Green pancakes
Banana inside pancake

After my meal, I went for a walk. There was a small temple right outside my room. I remember Boy, the taxi driver telling me that they prayed 3 times a day at home. And unlike other religion, had no need to visit the public temples unless there was a big festival.

Hindu statue
Hindu temple
Entrance of temple
Scary masks

Around the neighborhood, I found shops that sold strange-looking knick-knacks. The art scene was also bustling with local artists displaying their paintings and sculptures.

These square-shaped offerings placed on the floor seemed to be a constant sight. Boy had one in his taxi. He says it's for good luck and prayers.

Offerings on the floor
Temple leaves

Taking a right turn, I found myself walking towards Ubud market. At eight in the morning, it was packed with people selling flowers, spices, fish, and sarongs. I followed a bunch of tourists who had a local guide sharing stories about the market. I can't remember much of what was said, but it proved to be a great way to avoid being noticed as I took photographs of vendors.

Colorful flowers
Handmade bags
Handbags
Accessories
Market vendors
Fish vendor
Dragging baskets
Empty market
People huddling in staircase
Pots for sale
Cobwebs
Local women
Nice lighting
Insects drawn towards the light
Grafitti
Sarong vendor

Women are required to wear proper attire before entering a temple. One of the requirements is a sarong. Boy mentioned that good quality sarongs cost about 240,000 IDR ($20.60), but some sellers charge that amount even with lesser quality materials. Since I couldn't tell the difference, I bought the cheapest I could find.

This woman demonstrated different ways I could wear the sarong complete with compliments to seal the deal. Then it was on. "50,000 IDR," she said. I haggled but only brought it down to 40,000 IDR ($3.50). Not a lot, but who cares. It sounded like a good deal, anyway.

Woman in her shop
Tourists exploring the market
Cool sculptures
Art installation
Motorcycles lined up
Walking down the streets of Ubud
Temple near my room

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