DAY 23: UBUD BALI
Today is Monday. Our water stopped working again today. A different problem. Not sure what the problem is, but Wayan came over after his date with his wife and repaired the pump. Wayan ripped out the pump, banged on it with a stick and hooed it back up and the pump worked. I guess I could have done that much. The day was hot. One of those days when you want to take two or three showers, but we could not. We went to the market many times seeking refreshments and refilling the water. I even tried some Indonesian food of black beans and potatoes with chocolate syrupand milk. Yes, that’s right. Each ingredient is yummy, but together, the taste was hard to handle. We played soccer on the small soccer field while the Balinesemplayed on the big field. Two Bulais joined in but very few conversations. The players are playing soccer for the workout of soccer and for what else? Even the Balinese tend to leave immediately after the last whistle and before the bats arrive and become good and thick. Dwana took her shower a natural shower from the roof during the downpour. The bump on my head still hurts from hitting the store door. I stayed at home most of the day to read the Surfing Indonesia book and help Viena wiht her math and reading. The homeschool/travelschool portion of our adventure. Viena has really enjoyed going to the market and buying things with her own money. 4000 rubiah for an ice cream. 8000 rupiah for an avocado. 2000 rubiah for a bag of chips. The prices are pretty amazing and need to only pay that when we return to the States. I definitely am having fun with all the bargines of going to the market. Every place not only has a dollar menu, but they have a 50 cent menu so you wonder how. Ezra is having fun chasing the chickens that come into the yard. And the big event of the day was watchin the crew of 5 Balinese disassemble th Ballet in the backyard and load it up on a truck and drive off and assemble on some Frecnch Guys lawn in East Bali. Pretty amazing they could do that and made us started thinking of the land on Chenega Island. Yes, it is fun to dream, and even more fun to live your dream!
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