A stop on the way to Amed
“Is it worth $5?” asks me Mr.Blab after he has finished bargaining with the driver we have hired to take us to Amed about how much extra it will be to take us to the Tegalalang terraces as well.
“Well..,”Â the pressure!Â “…its supposed to be beautiful.” I so hate spending money and really dont want to make the call. I have read the reviews, know how to barely say the name and thats-about-it. How in the world can I be sure if its worth a whole lot of five dollars?!
“Sure, let’s go,” I mumble under my nose and hope that I am not making a mistake.
Its uncomfortable to be going in the opposite direction than our final destination for the day and the ride takes longer than I expected. Ubud stays behind us, as we pass the long line of wholesale shops selling statues, wooden furniture, stone works and anything really. I see a lot of the “exotic” merchandise found in the shops back home, only now its much cheaper and sitting ungracefully on the streets and in crude shops, looking common and mass produced.
And then we arrive and beyond the few souvenir shops waiting for tourists, I see the deep greens of one of the most beautiful places I have ever seen.
That place looks amazing!! It makes me want to yell “SCREW THE GRASS STAINS!” and roll around in it lol! It looks so soft and inviting – a million perfect places for a picnic :)
Ah yes, the fabled rice terraces of Bali! I ventured a bit more remotely to the northeast, and found their breathtaking emerald splendor likewise at Jatiluwih.
Ha! I love that “screw the grass stains” indeed.
Dyanne, must have been beautiful. I didnt expect to be so taken by the views and hence, I never searched out the rice terraces, but this was really breathtaking and worth the $5.
incredibly beautiful – well worth the $5. WOW!
How funny the different things money can buy. Could I have a turkey on rye that I barely notice eating or . . . a sight that takes my breath away.