Grocery by the road in Besakih

I will remember very well these one trip on Bali. It was my last full day in Candi Dasa; me, Marek  and Magda booked the trip. Our start point- village Besakih not far away from Mountain Agung. Way back we should make with bike. In the price was also lunch. Not without reason we choose Sunday for our trip. First- we knew, that on our way in small village was official cremation ceremony, we wanted to see it. Second-on sunday many balinese people make community works, for example children comes in the school uniforms and clean footbal fields, people in the villages repair roads, clean temples and forrests. On our bikes we wanted to see how looks balinese life onSunday.

We needed two hours with a car to reach Besakih. Our bike guide was „somewhere”, we had to wait for him. Yes, here I am laughing a little bit about me. On Bali I totally chilled out; normaly I hate, when somebody comes too late. hahaha. 
We decided to take a look in the little grocery by the road. Inside in the right corner was small kitchen and Balinese woman. She was busy with a cooking. I think, her daughter with husband and children live in the big house on the other side of the road. She cooked for them on Sunday. Funny, sometimes they came to „control” how far she is. These Balinese woman could be 50 or 55.    

Step by step, Marek, Magda and me, watched her by cooking.

It was already after 12.00, she took a plate and asked us with her little English:” Hungry?”. In this moment I was a confused, finally she cooked for her family. She took three plads and gave me fresh spinach salat with red onion, self-made tofu, paprika and ginger. All this was made "al dente" in the wok, on the end sprinkled with grated fresh coconut. She enriched this all with local spices in the sauce. Marek and Magda became also porque. We paid for this lunch. Soon came the daughter and saw we are eating. „Mamma mia…”, I sad to myself. But daughter was happy to see us eating these simple and typical balinese meal. 

And our guide? Came on 1.00 p.m. As he found out, that we ate already, he was unhappy. But not ungry.  

Our bike tour was great. We saw in the 4 hours, „face to face", how Balinese people spend Sundays, how they live in small villages, sometimes deep in the forrest. 

But for me greater was these Balinese woman. These meal was for her family and she offered it to strangers. These Balinese woman was 50 or 55. For me she was beautiful, cause her heart  was good.