DAY 09 Nyuh Kuning Ubud Bali

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On days where I have nothing to do, how can I not have time to complete a journal entry. Because on this day, a mere one week into our journey around the world, we hit a low spot. Blame it on the monkeys. The harmonis bells from the Temple are playing . So melodic. Who could think of anything else. So much better than the sounds o cars or scooters or televisions or radioes. So peaceful in a sense and so full of real life and not so preprogrammed or maybe the sounds are. The sounds f steel. Much better than hearing a trombone. The tent arrangement is working. Well Ezra is asleep at my feet. If I were the size of most Balinese people, we would have no problems fitting in this tent. So, we rest. Ezra asleep by 7:30PM. A night. The bells of the drums go on. A chopstix of sorts now – not as peaceful. Maybe we need some more incense. Incense makes everything smell and sound better – better.. Today we lazed around the house in the morning. Ezra has not been eating well. He must be addicted to his birthday. I cooked up some mung beans and some rice that were very good with some salt and soy sauce, but no one except me ate them. Oh well. We need some broccoli. We started in the afternoon and walked into Ubud. So different walking in the PM when all the people and hawkers are out. I like the quieter time. Remember the markets of Ubud. Yummy. So we ate at our favorite local place Warung Lokale which is on the street to the market. A short cut of sorts if you are visiting the library, which we did. The library was quiet and we even were able to see a Russian lady learning how to dance Balinese style. The walk was longer than usual and late in the afternoon. Ezra was fading. Ezra and I tried on some traditional sarongs. Ezra looked so cute. The monkeys scared Dwana and she went right to bed as soon as we arrived home via taxi.

The warm rain softly falls.
Daytime has passed.
Lightning.
An ancient ceremonial bell plays.
Ezra and Viena sleep at my feet.
In tents.
Inside a bamboo  hut.
Indonesia.
The rain falls harder.

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