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The Jazz Cafe in Ubud, a Cafe, Jazz ... (By OD)

The idea is simple, cafe, jazz and yet and yet ... ..

Can we call coffee, a bar of pseudo night (closed 1h du mat '), um, not what night bar ... .... well yes macaques stop often enough to pedal allowing you a little phrase French lovesque the waitresses, "hmmmm, that's so romantic, indeed done especially if the little sigh Pre-speech is long and delicious ... ..

Truce galigeades and return to our macaques (ooh lala it's been 2 times, would there be a clue to one of the main attractions of Ubud ... .. yes ... maybe .. maybe not ), so little bar, nice decor, you sit quietly in chairs or large pillows on the floor (to be tested, they adjusted the tables to the seats ... .. if it is not smart), you can even try the toilet, but they are well Coucoune a bit far from the scene. you grasp the card, ooh lala is not made to pay a trainee, as I said a bonus of course, Master Capello could be turning in his grave like Michel Berger on the day of release in the bins a resumption of its repertoire by Laam. Too bad the beer will flow at half waves, a large Bintang LOUD please ... .... Oh, OK but the large Bintang is 2L, everything is better.

The atmosphere is simple, it must be long as they have not seen a drunk guy but the excitement is still there waiting for the jazz band that takes Rp 20,000 before going on stage, the star system in full swing in Indonesia too ... ...

Between blackouts The band goes on stage and begins with a cover of rock and then a second, a little variety, here and there and 5 songs later, cloth (uh well yes a curtain would have been too big for the platform, celebs drowned in it) ....

A moment of thought flashed through my brain: it is not already good coffee is a bar, OK good bar and restaurant, but there's no more jazz, then it is true that variet bar ', it might not be attracted tourists but still ...

Finally all that to say that if you grandpa want to spend a moment to remake the world with some mates (well apart from when the band is there, but it is going just 10 minutes of story time to find another talking point that the death "accidental" Jeannot rabbit under the Pont de l'Alma in Madrid), well this little place is perfect.

Also if you close and you decide to go big feet crazy as you are, you will have time to tame the watchdogs of the city, and that, that's priceless.

Actually I'm kidding, that his fans can rest assured, Mr Capello is not dead, he is tipped to have a big role next Christmas.

Location:

Jazz Cafe
Jalan Sukma 2 Tebesya, Ubud - Bali
TEL: (0361) 976 594
jazzcafe @ Telkom. Net

Class: High class saw prices

Nakala: No

Originality: finally a place that bears his name

Rating: 7 / 10

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Indonesian Volcanoes: These pearls of nature, excessive and shining ... by VB

Dawn on the summit of Mt Sundoro view of Mt Merapi and Mt Sumbing - JAVA CENTER

View of Mt Sumbing - JAVA CENTER

Crater at the summit of Mt Slamet (Paul W.) - JAVA CENTER

Mudcracks or desiccation cracks (cracks in the mud, whatever ...) to Papandayan - WEST JAVA

Crystals sulfur Papandayan - WEST JAVA

Castings in Northern Krakatao - WEST JAVA

Anak Krakatao (or Kratakau) - WEST JAVA

Bearer Sulphur Mt Ijen - JAVA IS

View looking SE from the top of Ijen - JAVA IS

concretions sulfur Kawah Ijen - JAVA IS

Bromo 360 º - JAVA IS

Bromo and Semeru - East Java (plane)

Gunung Batur 360 º - BALI

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Exclusive: The beautiful province of Aceh (FV by the missionary)

course, Aceh is a conflict of several decades, it is a tsunami that left nearly 200,000 dead ... but Aceh is much more than that, it is a culture reminiscent of its past grandeur, the gateway of Islam in Asia, a commercial and cultural center fixture in the Aceh region ... it's a region many of whom are unaware of the attractions and beauty, too busy being afraid.

I really feel that the further away from Jakarta, the greater the chance to discover beautiful corners ... it's true EAST Flores and Papua, Aceh and al ' West is no exception to the rule ... the island of Sabang, Lake Takengon, the Leuser park ...

After this little introduction - for which I am commissioned by the tourist who longed to be listed on this blog, where attendance was greater than that of the rest area in Montelimar a weekend of August 15 would, according to legend, pushes the editors of Backpacker's Guide and Lonely Planet suicide - I will focus on two aspects of Acehnese culture that may seem insignificant al'homme little taste I hope you do not:

The cafe Aceh and Dodola ganja ...

Coffee is an institution in Aceh in Aceh ... it is what football is to Brazil, which the Sauerkraut is in Strasbourg, that boredom is the evening of Montbeliard: a lifestyle.

Coffee is THE place for recreation in Aceh, we will spend hours discussing all sorts of things, from politics to sports, but also to smoke, a lot, and laugh ... well, you can relax, laugh, and it has comfortable flatulation of snapping the elastic Gerard Klein's underwear ...

And what about this nectar has filtered the sock? I wish I had the charisma and eloquence of Johnny Haliday to sell you the qualities of coffee I like, but I'll just say I did not like the coffee has arrived in Aceh, and I drink it now 2 liters per day and that too should not piss me off ...

And what about the coffee Solong, the temple of cafe, tempat Nongkrong the Ulee Kareng (UK for short) ... and nothing bin is a place that lives and does not tell

The Dodola ganja

The Ganja Dodola illustrated above and one of the local culinary delights decorated with marijuana, an ingredient commonly used in cooking traditional Acehnese.

Petit interlude cultural, because this blog is also a place of culture. "Ganja" is an ancient city of Azerbaijan, also known as the Elizavetpol (during the period of the Russian Empire) or Kirovabad (during the domination of the Soviet Union), or is not the famous poet Nizami; Ganja but the term of interest here does not refer to the Azeri culture, no no, far from there, make no mistake. It speaks well of the plant here odorous properties which are laughs ....

So the Dodola ganja, an integral part of the Acehnese culture, comprises 50% of ganja though robust, peanuts, and sweet stuff. It is traditionally distributed to guests at village meetings ... I also advises people suffering from sleep disorders.

The Dodola, which some also call "the blow" tends to send large as the experts say ... A scenario is needed to illustrate the effects :

After a hard day's work, I was home watching Bioskop transTV quietly tranquillade a base, I'm waiting for my film of Jackie Chan, I ask anybody anything, I'm so peaceful and zen Mahatma Gandhi ... and, friends arrived with a cake that smells good, but not exactly the Holy Albrais.

Very sweet, gelatinous texture that sticks to teeth, not ecstasy but not really yucky either, it goes well with coffee ... well, we discuss, we made a joke and puns, and after an hour, I tell myself it is still a little light this "Dodola ganja, then resume at one end. ... ben zor go, has a homely, arault on Dodola ...

Well took me wrong, a quarter an hour later, the ground begins to be less palpable, my chin weighs a ton, so I can not speak and even to shut his mouth ... in a superhuman effort worthy of Steve Austin, I'm going to bed and I sleep 24 hours ...

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Lebaran 2005 (by DG) Travellers Tips

We left on vacation Thursday, 03/11/2005, 6: Viv, Abdel, Chris, two friends and me. Here we

So much left for Bandung wedged between the luggage. A little uneventful trip, about 2 hours by motorway (yes, y 'a, bcp but not good) then arrived in Bandung, lunch in the family home of the girl with all parents - cousins - cousins - sisters - and - grandmother - in - bonus: the whole family was together for the end of Ramadan, we felt a little work but good fun nonetheless CT.

The whole team

Bandung is one of the largest cities in Indonesia, known for its volcanoes surrounding its natural hot springs, its universities and textile mills. Once arrived, we realized that although CT vacations: there was a max of people everywhere on the roads, congestion on the highway as well as on small country roads. We therefore Abadon the idea of being a volcano, due to time and it has favored the hot springs, finally to be honest, we did not have much choice, all the hotels were screened, we took the 1st room relatively shabby we could find (but really cheap that said: 5 € room), in the deep mountains, with pool, volcanic springs and waterfalls. The next day, we visited the neighborhood and city and see the shops of factories, pretty funny because the image of hero movie, or animated. We saw the shops and Rambo, Batman, Spiderman, Aladdin, Tarzan ... On the roadside, full of little shops all Migone with displays of all cute little bunnies with big furs adorable, on shops, large signs: KELUCI SATE (= rabbit kebabs) gloups ... I have to get used to: it by sawing that Leonardo Da Vinci.

Less 50% off all truss 6 to 12 in Rambo: "Coloneeeeel!

Cascade made unlined

In hot (a good 40 degrees) natural water is not super clear but it feels good anyway (you feel my finger in your navel - but it's not my belly button! - Worry is not my finger either ...)

To leave a trace of our passage, we have etched nail clippers, a portrait of Vivien into the rock

Then we had want to go to the beach, so we drew towards the west-southwest (zavez seen this planning phew, set as toilet paper!) in a corner called Cisolok, reputed to be a super surf spot. It was quite a portion of tuture quite epic (and porcupine colégram) style of driving on mountain road at night in the rain, no visibility on roads crowded with bikers and excited psycho4x4, Abdel happily accustomed to Driving in Morocco, he can ride with nerds. It has both defecated to find free rooms (all hotels armored like everywhere during the Lebaran holidays). Finally installed, we could enjoy the beach: First, an orgy of grilled fish, prawns in barbeuk, rice, vegetables, calamari (rap), we ate like bears to 6 and we have had for 18 €.

crappy Route: forget your creek

It was walk on the beach to watch the Indian Ocean: it was rather impressed by the size of the waves, it was really super super close, I had never seen so much of my eyes (a good comfortable 2m), a lot of people on the beach (we are the only whites in the area apparently so we really do not go unnoticed throughout the range we observed, c enough this weird feeling), but not many people in the water so we took advantage with Vivien.

It was rented a board for an hour (since we're more than beginning them both, we should not put more half an hour for our drink 2L of seawater, especially given the size of waves and their short-boards that are too small for us and not suited to our level). Viv goes first on the board, I accompany her to swim, he gets the full face foam (well we do not really know the duck, then you do what you can), I dived under the waves I fart on it and I feel hot c: c really big and there's a lot of current. I pass the bar without too much trouble but the waves are not be beaten in bodysurfing, it's going too fast (and considering the size, I did so squarely above) the return is really tougher, I do not get huge moss from behind I'm making myself swallow c funny 2 minutes, I leave the water. I look

Viv from the beach, he tries to make waves but the series arrived a bit anyhow, and the wave breaks fast enough and almost the entire length of a sudden not too way to surf. that must be why there is no one to water, even swimmers are rare. In the end I decided to take a turn with the board a little history of rowing, swimming not far Viv. I try to make a take-off happens when a big foam but I invariably mouth farts for the delight of the entire range that we observed by side-splitting since we arrived. When I go back to the surface after yet another attempt unsuccessful, I see that name is Vivien, he has an Indo hung around his neck: it smells like pie. I train as soon as possible to join them, I realize that Vivien is currently helping a guy, probably a swimmer swept away: it looks bad to the point the poor boy, he is in panic and tremble jitter, Viv starts to tire, I agree. Then a new series we fart on it, it brings the guy somehow bcp but there's power. Two guys from the surf shop (which also function as lifeguard apparently) dive to help you reach the beach and supporting the poor guy who is half fried on. Rescuers thank us and we even entitled to some applause from the audience which of course followed the scene closely. It

chatter with the guys from beach: Viv tells me he caught the guy misses, he heard yelling "Help!" before seeing him run, it was a good 2 minutes he motioned me to come (yeah but me without my glasses ...) and it did not take 2 minutes longer. We also learn that there had been 3 drownings since this morning (we avoided the 4th) and it is unusually large today and there 's a better spot for surfing safer 1km east: it would have been nice to tell us that when we rented the boards, then good, the fact that have no person in the water, it would have been able to put a flea in his ear I confess. In short, we had fun, there's been no problem (well us, but good when you know how to swim, we wash them and then every c) and even saved a guy so we celebrated it as must be the same evening by putting his head on the beach.

On Sunday morning, re-surf, but this time on the beach that has been recommended for beginners with planks and leased to the surf-school stuff so we have to kind mini-malibu-covered foam: good large and stable but not good way to pass beneath the waves with it. Even with that, I can not stay longer standing a few seconds, c frustrating, I could keep trying but then I had a small accident I am not sure how I made my account but I made a really bad drift of my board properly in the mouth. c not really bad but I had the front open a bit faster and it pisses blood this stuff there. Back to the surf school for a small but uniform in good repair these morons have started to pay me a glass of hot water (they have not invented elsewhere) on the head, then I asked for ice , it was bleeding under: we could see more clearly. A small wound of about 3 cm, nothing serious but I'm still going me suture (3 points) to the local hospital, they made me a local anesthetic also, it must have morphine, they stick me in the dose because I planner for any part of the way back, we had entered a maceta of death for at least 8am to Jakarta.

It is a fan of Harry Potter it is not ...

Suture almost clean