I learned that in Bali, every home must have at least three temples. One to protect the outside, one to protect the inside, and one for the ancestors. Most homes have around five temples though, plus the village temple that everyone shares. They also make offerings to each of the temples several times a day, so everyone is kept very busy.
Wet kitty, sleepy kitty, purr, purr, purr.
Just a random fruit bat hangin' around...because why not?
The panoramic view from the porch of my homestay.
The next day I headed out to find a "nearby waterfall", but after trekking up and down and up and down winding paths for 3 hours, which led to cabbage fields, hydrangea fields, coffee fields, corn fields, and pretty much every field you can imagine, but not finding the actual falls, I gave up. I got as close as the river that fed the waterfall, but no matter which trail I took from there I just couldn't find it, so sweaty and tired I headed back "home", making it just in time to avoid yet another downpour.
Unripe coffee fruit. As soon as the berries turn red, they'll be fed to the luwak and turned into poop coffee.