DAY 13 Nyuh Kuning Ubud Bali

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Yes , I know this journal is too big to stand the test of time for this travel, and soon I must must transfer all the information to another format. But for now, this is just what I need. I have been good about limiting my contact with the outside world and living in this world. Wood drum beat can be heard answering the chickens in the neighborhood. A peaceful place as this. This morning we finally made our rice field walk. We started early in the morning with the promise of breakfast along the way. We must have stopped at 6 trail-side markets  – all selling little snacks. 2 dollars here, 3 dollars there. In all a great trip. The rice fields were absent of scooters. Yeah we just kept asking people where to turn to go to the rice fields and eventually we found the beginning where the pig walker was. A good fortune. A guy walking his pig. The morning was calmer or maybe it just seemed calmersince we heard very little scooters. Along the way was good. too many pictures to take of the rice terraced rice fields. How do they determine this is the the place to harvest rice?  and this is the land and this is my job to do this. Who has written the books about the workings of the rice field farmer. How does it grow so early and why does it look so familiar from my growing up. Dreams of Jerry last night and at my exit of the trail there was a Balinese guy saying that an American guy named Jerry is staying there. Pernestanan was the name of the second village. The first village started with a K and the English speaking lady named Jackie helped to guide us along to know where to go. I am going to start the busines of meeting tourists and ex-patriots and see where it will lead. The walk ended with a trecherous trip into Ubud through the roads along the busy roads. Would not do that again. I wold catch a taxi for the 20000 Rupiahs. And so we just kept walking until we arrived at our favorite eartery arung Lokale. Our bill was double $11 what it usually is since we were all so hungry. To the library and a taxi back home.

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