May 19, 2006

Bali very high. One is compelled to recommend this superb location as a place where one's admiration for the finer of human qualities may be revived. Where respect for the courage, perseverence and capacity for love and compassion in others may be restored, and where creative energy and sheer exuberance are happily infectious. A truly extraordinary and beautiful place run by an Australian ex-patriot couple as much endowed with warmth and sensitivity as the people they have chosen to live among.
posted by jeraboam 17 years ago
  • Ehhh... looks like a great place. So...?
  • I wish I found myself among the worthwhile denizens of hotel pacung a restaurant! a bungalow! and doubtless dishes that I do not know a bed that's free of bedbugs, too! and lo! a panoramic view! at dawn sunrise on Mount Agung and here comes our Ozzie host who's so well-hung!
  • nice poem, bees..... but, the post, ahhhh...not sure about the why, unless it's sort of, well, perhaps, an ad cleverly disguised as a FPP? The discussion prompted should be about....??
  • I like how they say "air conditioning is not required", ie they don't have any. But the view does look good, and I like Indonesian food.
  • You don't need air conditioning in the highlands of Bali.
  • I'm sure it's nice and all, but is this post just advertising or what?
  • Is it very cold? I've never been. But they could have expressed it better, like "get out of the heat and come up into the lovely cool mountains".
  • It's cool and pleasant.
  • It looks absolutely lovely. One wishes ones had the means to visit.
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  • yes. Wait, what?
  • One's post was most certainly not intended as an 'advertisement' but much more a comment thus; that in the midst of the turmoil, greed, cruelty and terror which appears to be the focus and source of much (and often somewhat gleeful) cynical attention and comment from most of us, there exists a people who are intrinsically intentioned toward a seeking of that which is loveable in the rest of us. One was most struck by a characteristic Balinese generosity of spirit toward others rather than, as is more common in most societies, suspicion and (what has become almost a necessity of survival) paranoia in almost all one's initial encounters with others. One was remiss in noting that the couple who own and run Pacung Indah were of the first there with physical, practical help in the aftermath of the first 'bombing incident' in Bali to the extent of physically helping to put body parts together. They were, and continue to be instrumental in assisting the Balinese people in practical ways, and in particular, Balinese widows and their families. ADOPTA
  • I don't know specifically what this thread is about, but here's the wifey and I with Mount Batur in the background. That's my Bali High.
  • Awwwww! What a cute couple! Is that a pumpkin behind you, and a story behind it?
  • That's no pumpkin - - that's a lush, and rather large, young coconut "kelapa muda" with a straw poking out the top. What I would give to have one now! *SLUrrrp* Oh, the story?? Twas our honeymoon in '03. I could have stayed forever... My wife is from Jakarta (ahh, the lovely smog - - say, they could use that pollutant-sucking cement), where we were married. Bali was just a quick hop and jump away. Sidenote: I happened to fly back to the US a couple hours after the first Bali bombing. 24 hours later upon arrival to NYC, I went home and stright to bed. When I woke up the next day, I had countless messages asking if I was OK. I was completely perplexed - - until I turned on the news. Wow, that was a strange moment... Friends were freaking out because they hadn't heard from me two days after the fact.
  • Heh, look at those two. Having the time of their lives - not realising that in the background of the photo a HUGE FUCKING MOUNTAIN IS COMING RIGHT FOR THEM. You fucking liberals always forget that their deaths are the reason we're in Iraq.
  • *pours out a cup of sugary, milky tea for sugarmilktea*
  • God I really fucking miss him, you know? MoFi just won't be the same without that crazy sugary-and-milky little bastard.
  • check the profile: BLIP : says it all. Heh, he had it coming...
  • It's like I can still hear him talking sometimes. Or I'll think that I see him walking down the street - yet when I stop the guy, it's just a disgusting tramp. Once I saw his smile on the face of a newborn baby - so I ripped off its lips and I screamed IT'S MINE YOU BASTARDS IT'S ALL MINE. Then I heard the echo of his voice in the prosecutor's laugh, and the touch of his hand in my cell-mate's prison rape.
  • *faints*
  • Well, thanks for the clarification, jeraboam. Truly a story worthy of a post.
  • and how is dear Tallulah making out?
  • Picure of Tallulah?
  • You chaps are wunnerful!
  • Tallulah is very well, thank you Islander. One remains somewhat of a tyro in the pic-posting area, but must mention that Tallulah's vocabulary and fluency increases daily. With much encouragement from the friend who took care of her whilst one was travelling (a friend who's fluency and frequent use of the Anglo-Saxon expletive is second to none) Tallulah's use of the phrase, "Gimme bloody peanut bastards!" is now her greeting for all visitors. One is dismayed but forced to accept with resignation her keen appreciation for the more vulgar forms of the "English" language.
  • Monkeyfilter: "Give bloody peanut bastards!"