Sunday, April 26, 2015

The Farmers' Yard

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Open-air kitchen
  Tasha called a cab to take us to our next host, which we appreciated since we still only knew a handful of Indonesian phrases. Although we had the address, the cab driver had a hard time finding it, and had to call Djuca for directions. It seems we weren't the only ones who had trouble navigating the poorly marked streets. After driving around for about 45 minutes, we finally saw a sign for the Farmers' Yard, and told the "taksi" driver to stop. The sign ambiguously pointed to a set of double doors, which we tentatively knocked on. When no one answered, we knocked louder, but still to no avail. There was no lock or knob on the door, so after standing outside for a few minutes, we peered inside and saw a courtyard. There was a multitude of signs promoting sustainable farming and conscious living, and we figured we were in the right place.
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Courtyard
 By this time it was starting to get dark, and we were moderately worried about how we would spend our evening. We went into the courtyard, and immediately liked the vibe. Stepping stones wound down a brick-lined path, with raised beds on either side. There was an open-air kitchen with signs like "lettuce turnip the beet." The natural building techniques were inviting, with cob and bamboo everywhere, but there was still not a soul in sight. After peeking in the dorm rooms, we saw one guy who was face-down asleep on a bed, but we didn't want to wake him, so we just put our stuff down and waited. Twenty minutes later, the mysterious sleeper woke up and came out. Nico, a dreadlocked, soft-spoken Frenchman of few words explained a bit about Farmers' Yard, and then showed us where we would be sleeping. Then Holly made some rice with soy sauce and dried pea-snacks (we hadn't brought much food with us), and we fell asleep to the hypnotic humming of a neighbor's whimsical twenty-foot-tall bamboo weather vane.
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One of the dorm rooms where we stayed
The next morning when we awoke there was still no one around, so we went out in search of breakfast. Along the way we noticed small baskets made of palm leaves and filled with flowers, money, and incense in front of many houses. We later learned that these are called canang sari and are placed out daily by Balinese Hindus to give thanks for the peace granted by the supreme God. We bought some eggs, cabbage, and onions from a stand down the road, and when we came back, Will, a French-Canadian was awake. He explained that everyone was out late last night, and was sleeping in.
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Courtyard
Later we met Djuca and Tom, the creators of "the Yard," and about half a dozen other international volunteers. The Farmers' Yard was Djuca's brainchild; he wanted to encourage more responsible, conscious tourism, and create a place where travelers could be a part of the community. He started it over two years ago, and built it from the ground up. There are 3 dorm rooms, with a total of 16 beds, and it was on the cusp of completion (the first guests arrived about a week before we left). The Farmers' Yard is an amazing nexus of interesting people who form a community of spontaneous music and laughter. We highly recommend staying there if you're ever in Bali.
Some people find 
Jesus in their pancakes. 
All we got was this guy.
Djuca's truck
     Later we went to the market down the road, but there weren't many booths because it was late in the day. The market was open-air, with dozens of vendors. Most booths had some combination of vegetables, tempeh, tofu, and maybe eggs, some also had nuts, dried beans, rice, fruit, or these crazy flavored wafer things that expand into light, crispy chips when fried. Some had more dry goods, like instant coffee or raman-type noodles, and a few had fish or meat. There were two main booths that sold fresh raw chicken, and the two men had a pile of chicken parts and a cleaver, and would hack chunks off until it was a kilo, or however much you wanted.
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Are your dreams not patriotic enough?
These mattresses should help.
  On our way to the market we got stopped twice. Holly was just going to keep walking, but Randy was curious and wanted to see what the people were asking. One man gave us cards and when we pulled open a tab, he said we won, one of us supposedly won two polo shirts, and the other one of us won the "grand prize." He was really excited and wanted us to come claim our prizes right away, he said the reason he was so enthusiastic was because he got $50 whenever there was a grand prize winner. The other man really wanted help mailing a letter to the "White House Palace," the longer we stood there the more confusing his story got, so we just walked away.
Work at the Farmers' Yard was pretty open-ended, we could choose whatever projects we wanted to work on, and then go at our own pace.
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Woven bamboo fence
Our first few projects added to our bamboo repertoire, we used the material to add a ladder onto a bunk bed, and weave a garden retaining fence. Some of the smaller projects included transplanting starts, reinforcing the dining room table, installing overhead lamps in the rooms, and completing the cross pieces on the last unfinished bed. Before long, we realized that a large part of construction in Bali is making do with what you have, it wasn't possible to run down to the local hardware store and buy enough lumber or hardware to complete a project as you intended.
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Splitting the bamboo for the fence
Every job required the extra consideration of what materials were available, and what tools were on hand. We enjoyed brainstorming around the challenges that arose, and got to exercise our creativity with some of the bigger projects. We built kitchen countertops and shelves out of scrap wood that was lying around (hours of hand-sanding), did some bathroom sink plumbing with fiberglass and bamboo, and used an old flipflop as a stop on a sliding door.
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The weekend after we arrived was Tom's birthday, and the party really showcased the vibe of the Yard. There was lots of music, good food, and drink long into the night. There we met Rohman, who got to be a familiar face, and has his own soap company, and Jaya, who designs and makes awesome clothes (check out her etsy shop here) and is also Djuca's girlfriend. Randy was also able to try the local hooch, arrack. It was obtained from a friends' house who brewed and distilled it, and it was transported in plastic baggies, like everything else. Almost everyone at the Yard is a musician (check out Tom's band here), and often throughout the day, and usually at night people would jam.  
     About a week after we arrived, two American girls came, Luna and Katie. They had just graduated from Warren Wilson, and were traveling around Southeast Asia. They were the first Americans we had seen since the drunk New Jerseyian in New Zealand, and we hadn't realized how much we'd missed the subtle unconscious nuances of conversing with someone from your own culture. Almost everyone spoke English, but with Luna and Katie we could finally say we were from central Massachusetts and St. Louis, rather than "near New York City," and "the middle," and no longer had to defend our units of measure. With our common American experience as a backdrop for conversation, we could communicate more easily and freely, without having to worry about being misunderstood.
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Katie and Luna helping us finish the fence
     They introduced us to the intricacies of "warungs" (roadside restaurants), and got us hooked on terang bulan. Terang bulan is a light, fluffy pancake drizzled with condensed milk, and topped with chocolate sprinkles, banana, chopped peanuts, and cheese, then folded in half into a calzonesque, 4" thick chunk of awesomeness. About twice a week we would treat ourselves, and go in search of the roving street vendors who created them. Randy thought that marshmallows would make a delicious addition to this concoction, and at one point tried to supply the cook with this extra ingredient. The man was confused, and thought Randy was handing him trash, and obligingly threw the perfectly good marshmallows in his wastebasket. Another casualty of the language barrier.
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Mixing cob; 2:1 sand to clay,
with a little water
 and straw mixed in.
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Giving the floor its final coat
     They also helped us patch up a cob floor; first we mixed up a new batch of cob (mud, sand, and straw), and then filled in all the cracks and divets.
     A week or two later Paul, an English electrician, and his friend Carrel, a Czech-Canadian computer whiz, arrived. They had been scouting the area for a possible location to start their own guesthouse, and lent their expertise for a few weeks. We asked to help Paul, in the hopes of gleaning some electrical skills. He was happy to share his knowledge, but pointed out that wiring in Bali was not exactly the norm. The hostel had been built by a myriad of passing travelers, and we spent quite a few hours tracing wires and determining the final lighting configuration. 

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Djuca, Nico, Ruta, Katie Pedro, Luna, Holly, Randy, Mitsu.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Ubud Day Trip

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Bumi Sehat clinic
     Ubud, Bali, is home to the Bumi Sehat Foundation. Founded by Robin Lim in 2003, it provides free prenatal, birthing, and medical care to anyone who needs it. In Indonesia, babies are often held by hospitals until they receive payment for the birth. Because of this, families who cannot pay are often forced to give their babies up, or women don't go to the hospital in the first place, leading to high rates of maternal and infant mortality. Lim started Bumi Sehat to combat these dangerous practices, and 80% of the women who receive care are unable to pay at all. If you are looking for a charity to donate to, we highly recommend Bumi Sehat, just click here.
indonesia     Back in New Zealand, we had learned that our around-the-world trip, one of the last things we wanted to do before we had kids, turned into literally the last thing we would do before having kids. About six weeks in, we found out Holly was pregnant. We'd had a few tests done in New Zealand, but we wanted a proper prenatal, and Bumi Sehat seemed like the perfect place. 
Randy's "Bali kiss"
ubud bali indonesia workaway helpx     It was by far our longest excursion on the motorbike, and we got up early so we could drive most of the way before it got crazy hot. Armed with a map, a compass, and some snacks, we set out. The map was not as helpful as you'd think, because some roads did not have names on the map, and most did not have signs anyway. It didn't take long for us to take a few wrong turns, and we often got swept along in the current of traffic, unable to turn around for several minutes. We kept pulling over to consult the map and ask people, but between our four-word Indonesian vocabulary and the unmarked roads, we often just guessed. Once while attempting to pull over to get our bearings, Randy hit a patch of sand and the bike slid out from under us. Fortunately Holly landed on Randy, and she only got a few scrapes. Randy's roadburn was a bit more substantial, but we decided it was best to continue on our way. Luckily when we got back on the road, we were finally headed in the right direction, and started seeing signs for Ubud. Eventually we made our way off the highway, and found ourselves on the peaceful, beautiful back roads. The picturesque drive was punctuated with Hindu temples, terraced rice paddies, and the ever-present colorful kites. Along the way we came upon a ceremonial procession. The slow march filled the street and consisted of dozens of people clad in white, carrying poles adorned with religious objects and chanting. Not wanting to awkwardly idle at the back on the motorbike, we decided to test our new-found navigational confidence, and set out in search of a shortcut. We wound our way through a residential neighborhood, sometimes driving on narrow footpaths, but miraculously bypassed the procession.
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It was a day of babies
     Along the way we stopped at a convenience store and bought some vodka, which Randy used to sterilize his cuts, since of course we'd left our first aid kit at home. As we entered a more densely populated area, at least three different people saw our injuries and were quite concerned, and wanted to take us to a clinic right away. One of these good Samaritans ended up leading us directly to Bumi Sehat, which was lucky because otherwise we might not have found it.  Once we arrived, our escort made it a point to alert the staff to Randy's injuries. Right away three people starting patching him up, while Holly waited to see a midwife.
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A troop relaxing in a quiet part of the park
 A senior nurse used Randy's injuries to teach two younger midwives how to sew stitches. They were a bit tentative, but eventually managed to complete the single stitch that he required. Holly also got cleaned up a bit, and then met Robin Lim, the woman who started Bumi Sehat, and we chatted a bit about midwifery. Then Holly got a prenatal. Since she was only 13 weeks pregnant, there wasn't a whole lot to it; they checked her height, weight, and the baby's position. We were quite surprised when they asked us if we wanted to hear the heartbeat. We hadn't expected to be able to hear it so soon, but the rapid taps heard from the Doppler gave a new dimension to the pregnancy.
Super excited founder
of the sanctuary
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Pensive monkey
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Koi pond

     After eating a snack, we headed to the nearby Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary. We had seen many monkeys earlier on our way past the sanctuary (they could easily scale the 8-foot fence, and were often found scampering outside the walls). We still wanted to see the interior, and with the $3 entranced fee, it was too good to pass up.
ubud bali indonesia workaway helpxThe Sanctuary fosters religious, ecological, and educational experiences. The Sanctuary houses about 600 Crab-eating Macaques, with 5 different troops. We didn't see them eating any crabs, but you could buy overpriced bananas to feed them. Some uninformed visitors also fed them crackers and cookies--not exactly the monkeys' natural diet. We'd heard stories of the monkeys' boldness, but as long as you weren't being a jerk and hiding food from them, they weren't mean at all.
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This is as close as we got to the monkeys
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Temple in the middle  of the sanctuary

 They let you get within a foot or two of them, but would casually saunter off if you tried to touch them. We had a lovely leisurely walk around the sanctuary, and saw monkeys engaging in all kinds of social behavior. It was really fun to see so many monkeys up close; from adolescents play fighting, to whole troops lazing and grooming, and a few actual confrontations involving rival groups.
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On our way out, we saw a few monkeys playing and banging on the roof of a nearby SUV; we were glad we weren't parked so close. Although the drive there had taken us three hours, the drive back went smoothly, we took 0 wrong turns, and it only took us an hour. even with stops for ice cream and gas. Gas stations in Bali were a bit unconventional, there were regular gas stations, but they were few and far between.
Monkey crematorium
Most gas was purchased from small stands on the side of the road, consisting of shelves lined with old Svedka vodka bottles full of gasoline (for some reason, it was always Svedka). 
     When we got back we met four Europeans who had arrived while we were away, a French couple and a British couple. We enjoyed working and relaxing with them for the next few days, before we packed up and headed to our next destination.





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Some of the interesting statues found around Bali

                                                                                                                                                                  



                                     

Saturday, April 4, 2015

Bali Beginnings

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View from our room
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"The house with the bamboo door,
Bamboo roof and bamboo walls,
They've even got a bamboo floor"
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Tasha, Jonah, Zahara, and Dominic
Addresses in Bali are confusing, and communicating with a taxi driver in a foreign language is just as confusing.  This combination meant our taxi driver had to call Tasha, our next host, repeatedly during the taxi ride. We were glad to have someone else navigating the ludicrously crowded streets. Eighty percent of the traffic consisted of one or more people on mopeds, whose motion seemed more dictated by the laws of hydrodynamics than the traffic laws. Mopeds weaved in and around each other and flowed en masse past the much slower-moving cars and trucks.
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The main dwelling, we lived
with the other volunteers on
the second story
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The volunteer dorm was a maze
of mattresses on the floor
  An hour later, we arrived at Zahara Urban Farm (ZUF), and were greeted first by some wary street dogs (a common sight in Bali), and then Tasha, an ever-bubbly former Californian party girl who has lived in Bali for decades. Tasha had recently relocated from a cob village she had built to this new location, and there was quite a bit of organizing and constructing to do. They had already built an impressive two-story bamboo house/dorm/kitchen, but there were still piles and mounds and stacks of building materials all over the property.
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Holly washing dishes in the outdoor kitchen
  Tasha's 14-year-old daughter Zahara lived with her and had a budding modelling career. Later we met some fellow volunteers: Sebastian, from Germany; Jonah, from England; and Julian, from Belgium. A Javan couple, Anik and Arif, also lived there and helped out.
We were sleeping with the rest of the volunteers on the second story, and it was a bit tricky getting our 50-lb packs up a narrow bamboo ladder, but the others kindly helped, and we were soon settled in. Randy went out with Julian on his moterbike and got us our first Indonesian takeaway, and then we collapsed, exhausted after our travelling marathon.
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Dusk was a beautiful time of day
     The next morning we woke up and went to get provisions, and quickly discovered how not-pedestrian-friendly the streets were. Most streets did not have sidewalks, and most of the sidewalks had entire 4x4 slabs missing, revealing a 2-ft drop into trash-filled drainage water; if there were no holes, the sidewalks were treated as an extension of the road and used liberally by moterbikes. We walked a half-mile not really knowing what we were looking for, until we found a corner market that clearly sold food. Later, we realized that many people sold food from makeshift stands in front of their homes. Hours, merchandise, and prices varied greatly from day to day at these stalls, but they were everywhere. We probably passed a dozen of them in our attempt to find something that fit our preconception of a store. All of these stands made extensive use of little plastic bags. Single servings of beans? In a baggie. Any number of eggs you desire? In a baggie (walk home carefully). Tiny dried fish? In a baggie. Chunks of tofu? In a baggie. Soda? In a baggie (the bottle is kept by the vendor for refilling). Hot coffee? Yep, in a baggie to go. 
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Tasha liked pillows,
and Holly spent a
few afternoons
making these
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The outhouse Randy helped build
     After converting our eggs and vegetables into a tasty breakfast in Tasha's outdoor kitchen, we settled in for our first day of work. Holly helped build a fence, while Randy assisted in constructing a latrine. It was quite hot in Bali, and especially oppressive from about 11-2. Most businesses would take a break around noon, and even motorists would pull off to the side of the road for a brief respite. We quickly embraced this tradition, and enjoyed short naps during the heat of the day. Often during this break we would watch the dozens of kites flying over the neighboring rice field. Flying kites was a very popular pastime among the Balinese children. It was not uncommon to see as many as 50 kites in the air at one time. Some made noise while they flew, some had crazy long, 20-ft tails, and some were just plain huge. Once we saw a group of 6 kids attempting to get an 8-foot monster off the ground.
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The toilet seat Holly
re-made
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Looking down from our porch
     That first day we heard prayers broadcasted over loudspeakers periodically. We soon realized it was Ramadan, and having quite a large Muslim population, no matter where we were we could hear the call to prayer. Bali has 5 official religions; Islam, Christianity, Buddhism, Hinduism, and Confucianism, so Balinese schoolchildren get a myriad of holidays off. Tasha told us that mosques weren't the only ones with a PA system. The local Hindu temples countered with their own broadcast prayers, vying for the peoples attention.
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Snakefruit: a delicious pina colada
flavor, with a firm texture similar to
garlic, wrapped in a thin, scaly skin
(hence its name).
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Fresh coconut, yum!
     After a few days of nerve-wracking walking, it became clear that we needed a moterbike to safely navigate the streets. It was about $5/day to rent a moped; the other rental options were a bicycle or a car, both of which seemed equally insane because they crept haltingly through traffic while the mopeded masses sped by, inches away. This is not to say that the traffic was complete anarchy, it more resembled a well-choreographed dance, in which all participants were highly skilled, weaving around each other in perfect harmony. Julian offered to bring Randy to the bike rental place, and on the way demonstrated some of the intricacies of navigating he had learned, including not pulling over for a clearly motioning police officer. Julian explained that police hoping to get an easy pay-off often targeted foreigners, who would be looking to avoid legal complications. Once we got the bike, it took us a while to get used to driving, and although we never attained the skills the Balinese had, like carrying three passengers or 20 feet of PVC pipe, we soon became comfortable on the roads. 
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Randy bodysurfing
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Huge, 8' waves
bali workaway indonesia     With our new-found motorized freedom, we were able to explore more of the surrounding area, including going to a nearby beach, Batu Belig. The beach was beautiful, with impressive and wild waves. They were great for bodysurfing, but after about 30 minutes of repeatedly getting forcefully knocked down, we were ready for a break. There were different colored flags along the beach, supposedly marking which areas were safer, but even after getting yelled at by a lifeguard, we still couldn't figure out which areas were designated for swimming. 
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The new, improved, monsoon-
resistant kitchen
     A few days later, Tasha, Zahara, and Jonah went to the nearby island of Gilli to celebrate Zahara's 14th birthday, leaving us volunteers to work our way through the job list. Our main project while they were gone was insulating, covering the walls with plywood, and putting up shelving in one of the rooms. Another big job was preparing the outdoor kitchen for the rainy season by erecting a wall.
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Sitting on the second-story porch
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Playing cards with international friends
    After we were done for the day, we would often take a walk or a drive to replenish our foodstuffs. Right around the corner was an Indomaret, a little convenience store that didn't have much actual food, but did have intriguing snacks. We tried Pang Pang (sweet sesame-flavored crackers) and Grubi Balls (a hairy looking spherical snack whose main ingredient was a mysterious "root vegetable"), but avoided the prawn-flavored candies. There was also a cafe nearby, Casa d'Angelo, ran by a Dutch man that had European-style bakery items including bread, doughnuts, and baguettes. Being buffet connoisseurs with a tight budget, we were excited to learn they had a scrumptious, cheap weekend brunch buffet laden with gourmet dishes and fresh-baked pastries. The cafe drew a clientele of European ex-pats and travelers, and it was an interesting sociological experience to cross paths with a category of globe-trotters so different from ourselves. The tantalizing baked goods had European price tags as well, so were thrilled to find out they were half-price after 8 p.m., and we could finally rationalize buying fancy doughnuts and cream puffs.