Baturiti highlighted the entire trip of Bali. A place I’ve never seen and experience before.
Baturiti is one of the world heritage properties. It's the most beautiful rice terrace in Bali that captured my heart as soon as we entered the village.
Baturiti may not be the most popular rice terrace compared to the one in Tegalalang. This is a place that no word can describe its beauty.
Komang had been here many times, he still likes it here as it was so peaceful he can forget about all his worries.
Alvin should put this as an individual album.
The beautiful rice terrace.
Mother and children walking to some place. Notice the youngest child is wearing the mother's slippers?
Balinese women are beautiful. Most Balinese girls get married young, some at the age of 18. When I thought she is 25, Komang thinks she is older.
A patch of field with poor water supply, paddy around the drying patch are ok though.
Water is an important source for young paddy to grow. Every village will have an association to make sure every paddy farmer gets a fair share.
Sometimes, when there’s not enough water, they will change the date of seeding or harvest so every farmers will get some profit out of it.
In some place, which very rarely if happen, some farmers may barricade the water so more water will flow into their farm for better harvest. If the action found by the committee, the farmer will have to pay fine.
Other than water supply, they also pool money to purchase fertilizer and pesticides.
You will find many a tugu here. A tugu is setup to worship spirit(s) guarding the land. A tugu also means this piece of land belongs to a person or a family.
We’ve made a few stops so Alvin can take some photos. Everytime we asked Komang, “This is it?”
“No. This is nothing.” We looked at him like 'we are so going to kill you', he smiled, pointed at some far away corner and said, “The most beautiful site in on the other side.”
So we packed and hopped into the car, drove along the small and winding road and made another stop.
We met a German couple with an elderly man and a driver working for a hotel. The elderly man is a German speaking tour guide. Komang and he started talking.
I overheard them talking about some course for tour guide. Komang asked him what is the qualification to take the course and how much.
“High school graduate will do.” The elderly man said in Balinese.
The man told him a fee and 3 years to obtain a Diploma.
Komang is a high school graduate but he can’t afford the fee and 3 years for not working.
Suddenly the Germen couple stopped admiring rice field and turn their attention to “touch me not”, a plant which you touch, and its leave will close like a shy baby. They've never seen it before.
I haven’t seen this plant for years since I was a child.
“The main terrace is up there.”Komang said, “But road there may not be very good. You want to go?”
Since we are here, why not?
He looks kind of worry but he took us there anyway.
As we approaching the end of the road, I finally understood why he looks worry.
“Put down your camera,” Alvin was told, “They might think you are locals.”
We passed by a ticket booth and no one stopped us. I don’t think they can see me with the sunglasses on my head.
Komang and Alvin laughed in unison.
Tourism is not just about service, it’s also about money.
Later we found out, not only we need to pay entrance fee, Komang may also give a small token to the people “guarding” the place. In Malaysia spirit, we call that “duit kopi”.
Komang and me. We were just having some fun!
I also played with a cow. Alvin thinks the cow likes me. Maybe because I was wearing a green shirt. I certainly don't smell like food.
Meet my friend - I Ketut Moo
My hands was so sticky after that I had to wash it off with some spring water flowing into the rice field.
- Photo courtesy of Damien Photography