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After having left the never ending parties at Kuta, Daren and I headed west, towards Cekik, were a ferry would take us to Java in about 4 days time. This was difficult as Bali is a nice place to be. The villages we had left behind consisted of small brick houses with red roofs. The streets were filled with small stalls, selling food and anything and everything. Often the roads were lined with palmtrees or flowery bushes and as we rode by, we could see the people working the ricefields under huge strawhats.
This particular evening we stopped in a small hotel in the middle of the rice terraces.
We visited several: Staircases guarded by dragons or crockodiles (or elephants with big teeth?) lead us through a gate, framed by high towers. More staircases lead up to heavy wooden doors in which figures with animalistic heads seemed to dance and laugh amongst intricate flower patterns.
These temples are built for meditation and contemplation and shure enough, as you step in you are engulfed in the smells, the silence and the ancientness of it all.
But that wouldn't have gotten us to Medewi beach, a layed back surfspot with perfect sunsets. And it wouldn't have gotten us to cekik were we meet two dutch women in their late 50s, doing exactly what we do, just as we'd decided we had a unique way of travelling, and lastly it wouldn't have gotten us to Java. So mental serenity, as it mostly has, had a price that we, just as we mosty wont, didn't want to pay. Were way to buisy to have any of that, and after an acceptably small amount of mental peace we headed straight on into intense heat, crowds of people and huge vulcanoes of Java.