Selamat siang!
Between Java and Bali, there is not one yet, as with pitfalls! Scams and lies seem to shock anyone ... I think we've discovered another facet of Indonesian. When it comes live from tourism, it is no longer the same ... Fortunately, every bad experience is driven by a pleasant Surprise!
Here in Bali, our senses are awakened by the beauty of all that surrounds us. Everywhere, floor to ceiling, from the street inside the houses, compositions of fresh flowers greet us. Markets, streets, homes, women confectionnent of offerings to Hindu gods. This can be a simple banana leaf cut into a square with a few grains of rice but it can go to the basket filled with flowers in cups made from a blend of organic cleverly folded sheets. When you meet a woman wearing a sarong (colored fabric draped like a long skirt), a close-fitting blouse and a belt tied at the waist with a tray on his head, we guess it goes to pray at the temple. The smell of flowers and incense fills our nostrils ... We are attracted by this vision as to subtle flavors. Guided by a certain grace, we remain silent and observe the result. A series of rituals are lost in the spirals formed by the incense that burns. A great magic emerges from all this!
When we leave the streets to win the road, we dive into an exuberant nature. Fascinated, we are right now but can be even more friendly face of such greatness! One might think that all these creepers that fall to the ground are just invitations to go to the heart of the tree except that it should have grown up with him to climb as well and as high! We realize that it was then a curtain that protects it and makes it even more inaccessible!! We can also exit to return to this lush heaven wandering among the rice paddies where kingfishers, egrets, herons, water hens are pecking ... As in the desert, we can lose ourselves in the maze of small land borders that separate rice paddy on the other. We plunge into them without skipping to find ways worthy of the name ... And, fortunately man ie the peasant enlightens us with his knowledge of the premises. Thus we find the broad smile of the Balinese!
In contrast to all this elegance, this serene, we found the monsters in Bali. They have big bulging eyes, sharp canines well and fairly terrifying expressions. They are at all entrances of the temples or houses! Sometimes painted, sometimes just more or less concrete clad in a sarong, they chase the evil ... Welcome to Bali, Selamat Datang!
Big kisses to you all. 
Here we are Borobudur. It is a Buddhist temple in the 9th century that recounts the life of Buddha to Nirvana. Thibault and Emma are on a stupa in search of Buddha ... They found it, here it is ...
The Merapi, the tall, active! It is there, it is still necessary to know. He plays hide and seek with us but there is no doubt he smokes! As we got closer to the volcano, we walked on a lava flow three years old ... It is on this that we have crossed this Javanese responsible for a large bundle of grass.
The Bromo volcano to another very different atmosphere. Accessible to all, it attracts crowds. It is even possible to walk a little way on horseback. It might sound exotic, but it is especially a good dust bath in perspective, especially for those who walk! ... Arrived at the crater rim, the sulfur smell is suffocating. The mouth spits a permanent dense smoke.
Lovina Beach in all its splendor: Vendors sarongs, fruits and shells succeed until sunset in joy and good humor.
A boat trip for snorkeling (diving mask and snorkel). We had the pleasant sensation of being in an aquarium ...
We like to think outside the box. Thibault and Emma play with the explorers and the discovery of the bamboo bridge, we were not forced to turn back ...
We certainly lost the cheese and red wine, but we find other pleasure to our palates ... Perhaps we could put you mouth water?
is the story of a Balinese Hindu, at the hour of prayer ...
