After two days of serious spanking on the links of the Handara Country Club by my friend Ibu Laurie, it seemed to me that taking some photos could reduce the shame of my utter defeat. Some of those photos are on the link below. You may need to right clik to enlarge.
One point I would like to make about this excursion, is my choice to use Jack Daniels of balidiscovery.com to arrange all the details. Suffice it to say, that in spite of all my Balinese wife’s connections, and numerous phone calls, Jack came through with what was the ultimate and “hands down” best deal for us. Somehow, as a long time expat living on Bali within a Balinese family, utilizing another expat’s travel business never occurred to me. As Mr.Bean would say...”silly me.”
When golf was finished we all wanted to head off to the market in Bedugal for a short “walk about” yet again. This time, I decided, while Laurie was off chasing orchids, to find this Cracker’s Bar once and for all.
On another post, someone suggested that Cracker’s Bar....if for no other reason....is a great place to relieve oneself. What can I say? While “western toilets” are advertised in the market, once you are there, you are confronted with a fee! Yup! Rp 5,000 for use of their toilets! APA! In close to eight years of living full time in Indonesia, I have NEVER seen a pay toilet...and these are owned by expats???!!!
I tried my best to overlook this insanity, and proceeded into Crackers with a desire to meet the expat owners and introduce myself. Alas, although my time of arrival there was about 3:30PM, there was NO person to be found there, excepting one young lady attending bar. There was nobody else there, period. That’s OK. We all have slow days and busy days, and sometimes, we are simply just not around.
So, while trying to become un-unraveled by this 5,000 rupiah toilet, and no humans to be found savoring a beer in the bar, it was time to check out the little bakery next door. Having heard so much about the mouth watering strawberry preserve/jam that is sold there, I decided to spring the 50K rupiah price for each of two jars...one for Eri and my boys, and one as a little gift for Ibu Laurie...a sort of trophy for her serious victory just hours earlier.
Is it good? The jam I mean...Yes, it is good! Is it the best strawberry preserve/jam on Bali? No. Nor does it deserve a 50k rupiah price tag. And frankly, in my opinion, that bakery was the saddest excuse for a bakery that I have ever seen!
When I got back to Ubud, the first thing on Eri’s mind was, “did you buy anything in pasar Bedugal?” What could I say? I admitted to the strawberry preserve/jam, and she reminded me why she never buys anything there, notwithstanding her incredible negotiating skills.
Sorry, but this old time expat is giving seriously low scores on Cracker’s Bar, most especially due to their pay per dump or pee toilets. That’s “over the top”....urinals and commodes notwithstanding. Whatever appeal that place has is well beyond my ability to understand.
http://www.sundream.com/~majapahit/images/Handara.jpg
One point I would like to make about this excursion, is my choice to use Jack Daniels of balidiscovery.com to arrange all the details. Suffice it to say, that in spite of all my Balinese wife’s connections, and numerous phone calls, Jack came through with what was the ultimate and “hands down” best deal for us. Somehow, as a long time expat living on Bali within a Balinese family, utilizing another expat’s travel business never occurred to me. As Mr.Bean would say...”silly me.”
When golf was finished we all wanted to head off to the market in Bedugal for a short “walk about” yet again. This time, I decided, while Laurie was off chasing orchids, to find this Cracker’s Bar once and for all.
On another post, someone suggested that Cracker’s Bar....if for no other reason....is a great place to relieve oneself. What can I say? While “western toilets” are advertised in the market, once you are there, you are confronted with a fee! Yup! Rp 5,000 for use of their toilets! APA! In close to eight years of living full time in Indonesia, I have NEVER seen a pay toilet...and these are owned by expats???!!!
I tried my best to overlook this insanity, and proceeded into Crackers with a desire to meet the expat owners and introduce myself. Alas, although my time of arrival there was about 3:30PM, there was NO person to be found there, excepting one young lady attending bar. There was nobody else there, period. That’s OK. We all have slow days and busy days, and sometimes, we are simply just not around.
So, while trying to become un-unraveled by this 5,000 rupiah toilet, and no humans to be found savoring a beer in the bar, it was time to check out the little bakery next door. Having heard so much about the mouth watering strawberry preserve/jam that is sold there, I decided to spring the 50K rupiah price for each of two jars...one for Eri and my boys, and one as a little gift for Ibu Laurie...a sort of trophy for her serious victory just hours earlier.
Is it good? The jam I mean...Yes, it is good! Is it the best strawberry preserve/jam on Bali? No. Nor does it deserve a 50k rupiah price tag. And frankly, in my opinion, that bakery was the saddest excuse for a bakery that I have ever seen!
When I got back to Ubud, the first thing on Eri’s mind was, “did you buy anything in pasar Bedugal?” What could I say? I admitted to the strawberry preserve/jam, and she reminded me why she never buys anything there, notwithstanding her incredible negotiating skills.
Sorry, but this old time expat is giving seriously low scores on Cracker’s Bar, most especially due to their pay per dump or pee toilets. That’s “over the top”....urinals and commodes notwithstanding. Whatever appeal that place has is well beyond my ability to understand.
http://www.sundream.com/~majapahit/images/Handara.jpg