Along the way, we went by what is called the rice terrace. It is sprawling acres of rice fields of countless levels. Included are some pics, but they don't really capture the size of the area.
Gede also took us to a place that he liked for lunch in Terima Pesanan for his favorite food, Babi Guling, which is roasted pig. Although the food was good, my head is a little worried about my stomach. Let's just say that this would not pass USDA food regulations. The whole pig hung on a stick while two ladies used their bare hands to pick at it and scooped the rice with their hands and plopped it on our plate. They used a small bushel of thin sticks to frequently chase out the flies. And the restrooms... well I don't want to talk about it. Just know that TP is often not found in restrooms in Bali.
I'm really not sure why I ate it. I didn't want to offend Gede. Tonya was eating it, which I found shocking. And, it was pretty good. But as I type this picturing the flies, the restrooms, and remembering that the pork was served cool, none of these reasons seem very good.
I actually finished this post a day late, so hopefully my stomach has somehow endured this terrible test.
Lots of rice in different stages of growth.
Babi Gulung
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