Awoke early this morning to the sound of heavy rain. It continued for about 3 hours and when we stepped outside the valley was shrouded in mist much like the Wilsons Creek Valley that we had lived in for 11 years. A truly beautiful sight. Rain was still falling as we headed of for breakfast from the quaintly worded menu in the pavilion.
Last night we both had the Indonesian Barbeque, I the fish and Erica the chicken. Flavours were delicious. As we lay in bed this morning we were fascinated by the ceiling structure which is timber pieces supporting a bamboo matting. Very Balinese.
We decided to walk into Sidemen after breakfast. On the way we spotted a farmer digging red sweet potatoes and later saw a market stall with a display of still mud coated ones. Everywhere in the valley farmers were working. One man with a hoe was directing the water into his rice paddies. The vistas were the thing of Coffee Table Books! An amazing curved terrace caught our eye with the rice seedling behind it a bright green and ready to plant soon.
Reaching the village of Sidemen which is essentially old style rural Bali we were horrified at the large number of trucks trundling down the main street. They are carrying volcanic sand and rocks from a quarry near Mt Agung to the rest of Bali and they rush through in convoys of at least six at a time. The side of road walking pastime here is not for the faint hearted! In the main street was a rock sawmill cutting up black volcanic rock into pavers and temple ornamentation.
Without the trucks the village would be charming having just a series of general stores rather than a supermarket. Rural village life here I suspect is virtually unchanged by the modern world. They do however have one ATM machine.
Saw many people working on a large construction site and many women were doing the hard work such as shovelling sand into a cement mixer. They seemed to wearing pink maybe to identify themselves as women.
The sun is out this afternoon and we spotted Mt Agung looming over the region behind us. The locals surrounding Uma Ayu are out with sickles and scythes cutting grass away from channels, harvesting greens and picking up sticks for firewood. The roosters are crowing and we feel immersed in Balinese rural life. Just what we wanted.