Visiting a Salak farm in Bali

Wed, Jan 27, 2010
Yesterday, I talked about a wedding I went to.....I forgot to mention that I never actually saw a wedding ceremony and I couldn't quite work out whether there was a ceremony before we arrived or if it was going to happen later in the day. What I experienced was more like a reception, but the bride and groom were sitting separately the whole time. I will ask about this when I see Komang next.
Ketut's mother and grandmother live in the hills behind Amed. Komang wanted to show me this place because I had commented about loving the taste of Salak's. They are a fruit, a bit like apple, crunchy and sweet. Ketut's family grow salak. They also make baskets from a very strong fibre that they import from Java (Komang didn't know the English word for it.). Ketut showed me how to make the baskets and allowed me to help with one of them, which I later bought.

I was welcomed warmly at the family farm. Surrounded by Salak trees, cows, and chickens, we sat on the front veranda and drank coffee and ate the biscuits I brought, as I watched the mother and grandmother working quickly with the little baskets hey were sewing. They took me on a tour within the forest of Salak trees.