Sights and sites
Bali can offer you any kind of experience. Here is a row of decisions to take:
The great Lotus-lake at Candi-dasha. The lotus-flower is a holy flower in the East. There could be some resemblance with a water lily, and it has some strange formation of seeds that can be bought in Denmark for Christmas Decoration.

The great mother-temple at Candi-dasha. Very big and impressive, and just close by there is the old Baliaga-village, where the inhabitants produce cloth woven in the so called Ikat-style, which is special for Bali.

It is possible to see a cock-fight in the little, remote village close to Tirttaganga. We had our second stay in Tirttaganga. There was a wonderful view over a valley full of terraces with rice. In the evenings we had dinner on the veranda and the fireflies could be seen and heard in the valley of darkness. Fantastic.
As for cock-fighting it is – just as bull-fighting – not our favourite, but sometimes it is better to have seen the things yourself, than being offended without knowing the background.

A walk in the jungle from Tirttaganga (with a guide). Ask in the lodge or in a shop, then you will have a local, who knows the area, and is more than willing to help you. Far inside the jungle there are small communities, where the inhabitants only very seldom see foreigners.

The trip by car from from the East and up North around the coast of Bali. We haven’t stayed there ourselves, but there were several small hotels and lodges, situated beautifully right out to the sea. We could easily have spent a couple of extra days there.

The trip by boat over Lake Batur to the old Baliaga-village Trunyan. A very isolated and peculiar place. Yan can see an enormous tree and a very special and extremely macabre place of burial. You should certainly not be too sensitive to go there. We went there expecting to see a burial place as from the stone-age. But “the dead” – placed on top of the earth, only protected by an open cage of bamboo – can hardly have been dead for more than a few months. The Balinese themselves look upon this custom of theirs with some scepticism and embarrassment.
But next morning at about 3 we get out of bed and into our walking-boots.
Immerging to the top of the volcano Mt. Batur in utter darkness. Our tourguide Wayan har also stayed overnight at this place, and he follows us up together with a guide. The walk up takes 1,5 – 2 hours, and especially the last 300-400 m were a bit hard. You should bring a sweater, as it is cold, when you get up and you are very sweaty. At the top a Balynese woman makes coffee for us. Eggs and bananas are fried in the crack of a rock in a few minutes, and this was out breakfast. Never did a cup of coffee taste that good. And shortly after this the dawn breaks through. In the beginning you can only see the treetops all around, but shortly after the light streams over the sky and falls down across the valley and Lake Batur. A new day is born. After that you can take a walk around the crater on the edge, that is only 50 cm broad going down on the opposite side.  If you are in a good condition and have good nerves it is a beautiful experience to take your time to make.

The trip proceeds to Bedugul. Until now, our best lodging.
Luxurious bungalows with double-beds so broad, that we could have shared one with all our 3 children. Close by there is a nice, old temple lying in the water.

The last stop on this trip is Ubud. A stay of  3 - 4 days. And the possibilities here are almost innumerable. In the range of  a few kilometres all the different villages with handy-crafts are situated.
Among other places also at an old temple where coconut-shells are carved out into the finest works of art. In Ubud you also find most of the theatre- and dancing performances.
You should also see an idyllic and interesting birds-park, and this is also not far from the little village, where the whole population of the small, holy herons have their night-residence. It is simply fantastic to se them come floating in hundreds right before sunset to take their places for the night in the trees of the village.