They say that three’s a crowd, but it didn’t happen with these three. Take one serious, but game for anything, one funny even when she’s serious, and one more funny than serious and you have a party. It was intended to be an arts and batik trip to Yogya ( aka Jogjakarta ) but thankfully, there were no direct flights to Yogya, so we also got to spend a few blissful days in Bali.
SNAPSHOTS OF BALI
If All Caves Were Like These...The Cave By Ryan Cliff at Uluwatu
I Can Happily Be a Cave Woman...
Mad Hatters after a scoop at Biasa - Oops my shopping bag looks a tad bigger
5000 lost souls by Liina Klaus at Potato Head
Canggu is the place for digital nomads, or just restless ones. Chilling at Como Umo Canggu, watching the sunset
The locals do it closer to the water at Echo Beach
We were sold be their socially responsible tagline. Repeat visits here to oogle, then to
their retail shop and outlet for a good dose of retail therapy
My Go-to Jolly Driver, Tio
There were a few crazy moments which got us in stitches. For some reason, all cars in Bali look alike and they all come in a certain make - White. On a sunny afternoon in Canggu, after another bout of boutiques, we called for Tio to pick us up. A white car drove up, and it kept inching a bit further and further away from us. Come on, Tio, stop! Finally the car backed into a side lane and the three of us jumped in. It was not Tio. I think the driver was more stunned by us. We all mouthed a silent scream and jumped off. It took a total of 5 seconds, followed by 10 seconds of explosive laughter. That look on the driver’s face – priceless. For the rest of the day, Tio never knew why we kept breaking out laughing. Just 3 happy women after a shopping fix. Wah-ha-ha-ha.
I’m still in stitches after being greeted by this display of 6 pillows in Deena’s room. We kept asking for twin beds for Anna and I, and a double bed for Deena, plus extra pillows. This is what Deena got.
SNAPSHOTS OF YOGJA
Even the best laid plans can go awry. The art scene in Yogya was underwhelming while the endless bombardment of Batik got us into a state of ” Fa-tik” The UNESCO sites of Borobudur were open but visitors could not enter the temples anymore ( how come the entrance fees are still so phenomenally high! ) We also found out drivers in Yogja only drive and do not speak English, so we had to settle for premium service with a guide who could direct the driver to far-flung art studios on my researched list. The guide turned out to be such a bonus because he brought us to the only gallery where we did buy some art works and vintage batik, and also tracked down Papermoon Puppet Theatre which opened its doors to him- and to us, thanks to his persuasive charm.
Borobudur – ticked and intagram-med
Yes, this is truly the best we could do, since there is no access to go up. Bummer
Now here’s something interesting – recycled bottle art on the grounds of Borobudur
Dinner before Ramayana Ballet at Prambanum which looks stunning after sunset
Prabanum at Night
Ramayana Theatre was one of the highlights of Yogja. Our resourceful guide explained the story before the performance and it made all the difference between a question mark and an exclaimation!
Just in case the cast needs some extras
This place of worship and meditation has a beautiful story behind it. Popularly called the " Chicken Church" but open to all faiths. A worthwhile detour from the usual temple route
Inside the Chicken Church
Affendi Museum - his home, his life, his works and final resting place, together with his one true love
Take a look inside and discover what makes Affandi a legend!
Umar and Yazumi – artist owners of Limanjawi Art House, artspace, cafe, boutique and home to exotic pets
The mozzie patch is our favourite accessory in this part of the world
Wawan Geni, the artist who paints with cigarette ash.
Deena posing with Andy. Who;s the other guy?
Surely Andy, you’ re worth more that that!
Beautiful Borobudur from far
Triptych of Life During Covid
Limited editions at Lululutfitlabibi Boutique
She wears her Lulu well
A Canting to poke around with
Sarongs, fans and a bit of Jogek
Finally found something to pack into the luggage
It was tricky but we managed to track it down
There's something about puppets...
Papermoon Puppet Studio - Who's pulling the strings?
OHD Museum, Magelang
The World is Coming Apart
OHD saw it coming
Kim and Trump - A tale of a bromance that didn't quite take off
This one's for all longsuffering catpawrents - I Feel You - Sangkring Art
People Looking at Art
Cheers to a wonderful holiday with awesome travelling buddies!
And so it was, that all good things have to end. Anna and Deena came home with art that resonated with them, and I with a relatively fat wallet, still intact. They found their piece of Lulu, I got mine earlier at Mizuma Gallery when they presented a group show featuring Lululutfilabibi. ( Footnote – all good things come to those who wait. I finally found something I really liked at a studio in Singapore. Turns out it was waiting all this while for me to take it home. )
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