Some of you might know Pasta as Ubud’s raw organic Cacao supplier, or the exterminator man who looks after those annoying pests in your hotel. For me, Pak Pasta is my neighbor and friend in our small village called Pesalakan in Pejeng Kangin, 20 minutes NE of Ubud. Over the past 10 years,
During my intermittent stay here in Bali, I have grown to the point of really wanting to do something about what irks me and what turns my stomach on this ‘Paradise Island of the Gods’. My quest is to learn why the locals behave the way they do and about what seems like a lack of care for their environment, but which I know is not true spiritually for them.
Bali’s surrounding area is a cultural heartland, home to a huge proliferate of temples, museums and art galleries, where Balinese dance shows are staged nightly and a wealth of arts and crafts studios provide the most absorbing shopping on the island. Ubud’s development was closely bound to the fortunes of the Sukawati royal family who ruled for centuries beginning in the early 1800 century
Having five months of free-time on my hands, time between two working contracts in Fukagawa, Hokkaido, Japan, I decided to go to Thailand – The Land of Smiles. My approach for this holiday, unlike my adventures of the past, was to not have any structure or plans. I did, however, have an invite for Christmas, with a dear ol theatrical friend, at her sons house on Ko Chang island.
Dinner was served at 6:30. Holy Cow! Well no, there wasn’t beef on the menu, but everything else: smoked salmon with capers was my favorite, followed by sushi, hot Chinese food, and famous Korean dishes. The desserts were Craig’s; “The chocolate fudge brownies are to die for.” I loaded up on fruit to wash my double helping down. Early to bed after watching a song and dance show with a comedian and members of the welcoming party whom we saw earlier.