About:Bali has a long tradition of Bali Usada, also known as Balinese traditional healing. The Balinese live equally in two worlds: the seen or conscious world called sekala, and the unseen or psychic world, called niskala. In traditional Balinese healing, both of these elements need to be addressed in order to truly heal.
What to expect:The experience will be very public. The healer may make magic, create fire, use mudras, draw patterns on your body, spit wads of chewed herbs on your skin, apply scented oils, poke you with sharp sticks and/or give you a deep tissue massage or manipulation.
Day 5, 05/11/11: Discovering Spirit - Bali
Both Paula & I reckon there might have been an earthquake last night; either that or we're both suffering from delayed jet lag.
After quietly watching the sun rise we were joined by Emerald who, through a tiny wooden arched doorway introduced us to a little piece of paradise. It was like stepping into Frances Hodgson Burnett's Secret Garden, each plant was grown for a different health or medicinal benefit. From purple spinach to a pea that contained a high concentrate of protein it was a treasure trove of delights, a place Merlin would've revelled in. Emerald also rather kindly cut me some Aloe Vera to treat my sunburnt legs.
Apparently there was an earthquake just off the coast of Java at about 1am this morning with a magnitude of 5.1. As we packed up our gear we were met by a driver who would take us to Ubud, stopping off at Ladris to pick up some white ceremonial blouses.
After settling into our hotel the three of us budding explorers headed out to the monkey forest. Our mission, to get as far in with all our bananas in tact...
Not a chance, the minute we entered the forest monkeys leapt from everywhere, their eyes wild; they knew the score - these people had bananas. Within about 5 seconds I had thrown my bananas and it wasn't long before Paula had sacrificed her bunch. It was comedy gold and I certainly wasn't going to challenge any of these little buggers over a banana.
Jo sat by a huge Bayan tree and it wasn't long before she had a monkey sat on her head grooming her for fleas, lice... and whatever else lurks in Jo's hair. Sat quietly she seemed perfectly at ease to let them do whatever they wanted. Then two monkeys climbed on her at the same time, a scuffle ensued and whilst one of them hissed Jo stood up. The monkey nipped her cheek; it was an intense moment, I mean it could've really gone for her. As it was I think she was lucky to escape with just a peck on the cheek and restyled hair.
As we left the Monkey forest and made our way back to the hotel my ankles had swollen to about three times their original size. It was actually difficult to walk as they felt like they were about to burst. They looked like overfilled sausage casings.
This evening we met the rest of the group, Mary; Ken & Lisa; Shelley & Rob. Credit to Ken, the group energetically felt really well matched; though right now I'm the only one looking like a human sausage.