(from tanah lot, we advanced to garuda wisnu kencana, a private cultural park with an impressive copper statue of Lord Vishnu, the source of wisdom, and his mythical bird, Garuda. the former's arms are still in the sculpting process at another site in the cultural park, and when it's done, it'll be attached to his torso. so in the meantime, he has to make do with no arms for a bit.)
the garuda. and yes, we are tourists
(with the admission ticket, we get to paint henna tattoos for free! but the guy painting seemed so depressed and withdrawn. maybe he's already sick of doing the same mundane thing day to day. nevertheless, we loved the outcome. it lasted for 4 days, and then it was completely gone.)
hui's cross henna tattoo
my butterfly henna!
hui's cross henna tattoo
my butterfly henna!
i have no idea what is this cute creature, but i sympathize the person sitting inside it holding up its body. i can smell his quite unpleasant body odour from all the sweating, from where i was standing
(then, it was all the way up mountainous streets to dreamland beach. but in order to get to dreamland beach, we must first trek. as in trek up a steep route with pebbles scattered all over, walk up numerous wooden flights of stairs, under the burning sun. and i am very proud to say i managed consideringly okay wearing wedges. *wink*)
(it does look like a dream, the blue of the sea, and the beige of the sand. but it was too commercialized, too many tourists packed unto one small place, overcrowded with people takes the beauty away from it all. there was one extraordinary sight though; a group of local or maybe indian men huddled under a beach umbrella pretending to take pictures of the scenery but actually taking advantage of witnessing a topless caucasian girl lying on her belly reading books, whom seemed quite accustomed to the attention.)
more to come...
(then, it was all the way up mountainous streets to dreamland beach. but in order to get to dreamland beach, we must first trek. as in trek up a steep route with pebbles scattered all over, walk up numerous wooden flights of stairs, under the burning sun. and i am very proud to say i managed consideringly okay wearing wedges. *wink*)
(it does look like a dream, the blue of the sea, and the beige of the sand. but it was too commercialized, too many tourists packed unto one small place, overcrowded with people takes the beauty away from it all. there was one extraordinary sight though; a group of local or maybe indian men huddled under a beach umbrella pretending to take pictures of the scenery but actually taking advantage of witnessing a topless caucasian girl lying on her belly reading books, whom seemed quite accustomed to the attention.)
more to come...
on a totally unrelated note, call me crazy but i loved today's authorship lecture. romanticism and authorship, what's not to love?
photos by dad/sis, nikon d60; me canon powershot a620
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