I’m not sure how it can be this cold so close to the equator, but we are wearing the warmest clothing we have, including socks.
The view from our not so child or adult friendly cabin is stunning.
Lake Bratan has dark waters on this cloudy day and the horizontal line of mist is bisecting the background of mountains. It’s 6:30 am and I’m wearing the clothes that I’ve slept in – a Northface jacket, pants and socks. I wish I had a hat. I’m not sure what the temperature is – but my blood says that it’s about to snow.
I’ve placed the empty coffee mugs under my shirt to warm them up so they don’t cool down our coffee too quickly. Our chocolate, melted from the car, is stiff.
We’re in Bedugal, Bali – our first stop on a West Bali Road Trip adventure.
Not many tourists come up to this way. It’s in the middle of the country, high into twisty roads and a few hours away from the hot spot beaches of the south. Bedugal a nice change of pace from sunny, hot weather to a cloudy mist of mountain.
It’s probably a stiff 60-65 degrees outside. That’s cold to our normal 80-90 degree weather.
It’s cold enough to commit fashion crimes.
Because of it’s cool weather, Bedugal is a haven for farms growing cool weather vegetables and plants, like lettuces, beans and strawberries. The drive is twisty, but both sides of the road offer a stunning view of the small farms that produce a lot of the vegetables that get shipped around the country. We’re here to visit our Organic guy that we buy most of our vegetables from and to pick some strawberries.
We had no reservations, but as we pulled into town, a sign for a restaurant/hotel/playground caught our attention and ventured inside. The property sat on the hill overlooking Lake Bratan. Several bamboo huts and wood cabins dotted the hillside, available for rent. The gardens were abundant and had several organic vegetables growing. And the place was a children’s paradise filled with all sort of things for my children to play, jump, climb and bang their heads on. Sold! We booked one night with the possibility of extending another.
We went back and forth on the huge swing that swung over the sloped terrain, making us feel like we were 30 feet in the air.
The market in Bedugal is filled with the rainbow of vegetables that grow so well here.
My children can devour corn on the cob like they’re competing in an eating contest, so we purchased a few ears. Unfortunately, during the rainy season, the corn isn’t sweet. It had no flavor at all, unlike the last time we were here a few weeks ago.
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We strolled the town, which is filled with Muslim eateries and nearly toothless men that spit on the ground. As much as people stared and asked several times for photos of us, they were genuinely kind and welcoming. We spotted a really cool go-kart that G “really, really, really” wanted. A short anger moment in the alleyway of Bedugal… …and he decided that maybe we could make one if I could research how to do it. But that he’s also a better researcher so we’re going to need some help. Yes, folks. We have these moments too.
We know better than to be out past dark – that’s when all the beggars come out. Whatever your views are on begging, I’m glad you have them. I don’t contribute to it. The lady beggars in Bedugal seemed to be organized, quite social and able to put on the destitute face very quickly. I kindly say No “Tidak” and hope they move on. They are a tireless, persistent bunch.
I want to tell them the wives tale that “If you keep making that face, it’s going to stay that way forever”, but it’s already too late.
But first, another spin on the spinny thingee.
And we are NOT spending 2 nights freezing in Bedugal, Bali.