For our last day in Ubud, we walk a path through the rice fields called the Sweet Orange Walk Trail. It is well used by walkers and folks staying in the various hostels and home stays along the trail.
Some of the rice fields look in disrepair, weedy and unkempt, while others are well tended and healthy. We spot egrets standing in the mud of a recently flooded rice field. Ducks are plentiful and delight in bathing in the water channels used for irrigation.
It is peaceful on the trail, but very very hot. Before we know it, we are at the end and turn towards the path that will take us down the market street and back to the hotel. The vendors call out, want to buy a sarong, wooden bowl, trinket, coaster? At the end of the street, we sit down for a rest and are approached by one of the numerous taxi drivers in town. As we do need a ride to the airport the next day, Murray commences bargaining with this fellow. They both know the game and bargain hard and laugh and have fun doing it. They settle on a price, get the details straight and we have a ride. Nice fellow.
We actually spend the afternoon in our room, where it is cool, resting packing for our flight the next day. We think we might have over done it in the sun as we both feel slightly off. We want to make sure we can go out tonight as we have tickets for a dance performance.
Some unknown impulse makes me grab an umbrella on the way to the dance performance. We arrive 40 minutes early and are about half way back in the seating. We while away the time waiting by chatting with the folks sitting around us. And then the music starts up.

There are six female dancers and one male. The females do most of the numbers and they wear beautiful costumes. They use their hands and eyes for expression. Hands bend and fingers move.

The music is performed by men playing gamelans, hand drums and xylophone type instruments. It is mesmerizing.
During the third number, he skies open up and it pours. Out come our umbrellas and the crowd scampers to find cover. The troupe finishes the number and we all relocate to a covered venue across the street. Our location in the first venue (at the back) facilitates getting seats in the front row in the covered venue. Ten minutes later, the show starts up again. B and I enjoy the show and are glad we decided to go.
(All photos by BH)




























