The time flyes so fast down here… I wake up to a shinning sun almost every morning and goes to bed tired at night after a nice sunset and a big portion for rice.
This week wasn’t any exception, except for the fact that the rain season has started early this year and when it rains – it’s not for fun! Rain jacket is a must 🙂
On Wednesday the 4th of October, Udayana University in Jimbaran held their annual food festival on the Campus.
Food was sold for the benefit of the refugees affected by Mount Agung.
The students from the Asia Exchange program included home-made potato salad (Germany), Veggime sandwich (Australia) and freshly baked banana / apple pie cakes (also Germany).
Other different stalls were selling eggs, freshly baked waffles (they looked so delicious, but the queue was simply too long for me, so I didn’t buy a steamy hot tasting), coconut water, nasi goreng and Indonesian cakes.
My own little group from homestay Green Tara sold spicy homemade salsa served with crunchy salted nachos chips, bought local cakes (banana, funky “pudding” chocolate and traditional green cake) and picked a large bag of ready-to-eat dark red passion fruit from our garden at the house.
The passion fruit was a bonus “gift” when you bought a hug form one of the students at the food stand for 5,000IDR. We didn’t sell many hugs, but the passion fruit got a lot of attention. Fun fact is that the Balinese people do not seem to value the passionfruit as much as an European student, probably due to the high sales price in the EU.
Asia exchange CEO Harri Suominen, attended the festival. Harri bought a couple of hugs and ended up hanging around the food stand to talk about everything between heaven and earth.
The 4 hours at the University’s lawn did not just pass by, by selling food and having small talks in the shade. A DJ was also present (he did not play Justin Bieber’s summer track “despacito” but for great old school remix of “Macarena” – yes, the one with the dance). Students read Balinese poems loudly on the stage. A performance of dancing and singing in Balinese was also arranged – a performance where many did not understand much beside the many arm movement that were part of the choir’s expression – everyone understood hand-drawn hearts.
Although the sun was very high in the sky, there was also room for physical activity. Twisted forces were tried, ran with spoon in the mouth and ate a crap cake fastest – noticeably hanging in a string from a tree. What the prizes were, we still don’t know. But hopefully will the winners get a note next week.
Our little stand collected approx. 2.1 million IDR (about 137 euros), all of which will be donated to those affected by Mount Agung. 137 Euro does not sound much, but when a cooked meal costs about 10,000IDR. in a warung, you must imagine how much food and water you can buy directly from the market. 137 Euros can buy a lot of rice and products from the local market.
I personally think it was some nice hours. here you had the opportunity to talk to the different students and the professors in a different level and in a different environment than in the class.
Really good initiative, with the right planning and support, it could turn out to be a big event and great tradition at the Udayana University.
In the village in which I live, there will be a great ceremony in the coming month (Yep, a whole month). This type of ceremony is only held between each. 30 or 40 years.
The owners of our warung invited us to the kick off at the beach and some of us join in our finest, newly purchased and traditional ceremony leather.
For the girls a sarong, blonde blouse with three-quarter sleeves and a colourfull scarf on the waist.
For boys a sarong, a white shirt and a matching hat.
The colors of this ceremony are yellow colors and white tops (as writing this, I realize, I sadly never got the explanation for the meaning of the colors). Did you wear other colors you would still be invited in – luckily for us 🙂
The ceromony was beautiful. Even though we do not understand what was said, one could feel the ambiance of festivities, joy and fellowship around the whole concept.
There was dancing, playing music, playing beans and sitting patiently on the hot tiles near the water and waiting for the ship with sacrifices to the gods to be taken off.
As a Westerner, it was a very nice experience to participate in this. Not least the reception of locals when we arrived in our beautiful clothes was overwhelming. Thumbs up and wide smile is a great signal to send when you want to say “Hey, you look nice” and a hand movement when they really want you to sit down next to one.
If you dream of experiencing such a scenario, I would recommend you follow someone who belongs to the current community and who can show you around. And not least, you should dress the right outfit. Tourists were nicely shown by the local security people across the street.
Traditions are something to respect and consider – not everything in Bali is for show for tourists.
With love – Karina Amalie