One of my very favorite photographs from Bali during the Sunset at Tanah Lot for Silhouettes.
This one is from the beach near Nusa Dua for Shadows, taken before my turn at paragliding, even though I did the one from the boat, not from the beach.
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Create a post with ‘K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge’ in the title. This week, the prompt is : Shadows and Silhouettes.
Post a photo to your blog, pingback to either Dale’s or K’lee’s post and don’t forget to add the tag #CosPhoChal to your post’s tags and that’s it!
With all the coffee related posts, I recalled a recent discussion that happened with my brother and his friend during their last visit to my place. For some reason the topic of Bali, Indonesia came up and we were discussing the places and things we did etc. I told them how I finally got around to taste the Kopi Luwak. My brother’s friend was wondering what was so special about that coffee. So my brother explained. After that he saw me all wide eyed and disgusted and asked ‘why would you drink that shit’? (well, his pun wasn’t intended, because he said that in my native language…but that is how it gets translated in English)
I had a good laugh because it is indeed that. For people who don’t want to read the Wikipedia because it is too much, here is the first line from that
‘Kopi luwak (Indonesian pronunciation: [ˈkopi ˈlu.aʔ]), or civet coffee, refers to the coffee that includes part-digested coffee cherries eaten and defecated by the Asian palm civet‘
Why would I do that? I honestly don’t know. And now that I have done that, I don’t know why I wanted to do that in the first place and what made me drink it when I drank it. I did want to know how does a world’s most expensive coffee tastes like. Now that I have tasted it, I can tell you that I liked the other flavor (Bali Coffee) that they served us as part of the tasting menu. True, that this Kopi Luwak was very strong and very bitter as any other coffee should be and since my olfactory senses have gone on a life long vacation, I can’t tell you about the smell of any of these coffees.
But did I get that as a gift to my mother when I decided to get her some coffee powder from Bali as a souvenir? Nope. I definitely know that she wouldn’t even touch it, so I got her the traditional Bali coffee 🙂 I could have fooled her but I would feel terribly guilty and would eventually blabber something about it. I don’t want my mom’s wrath descend upon me any time in my life. I have had enough of it. Now, I know that my brother wouldn’t also touch it, so wouldn’t his friend. Where is your sense of adventure, bro ? What about you? Would you try Kopi Luwak?
This week I am going to go with the literal representation of the prompt.
In Bali, the day before we left, I was strolling through the beach and was trying to get some night shots, but it was too cloudy and too dark and I was tired after a full day of roaming around. So didn’t bother too much. But while on my way back to the room, I saw the reflection of one of the restaurants in the resort on the small pool they had there. Even though it has a lot of ‘noise’ in the photograph, I still kind of liked the yellow gold color and how soft it was in the reflection.
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Create a post with ‘K’lee and Dale’s Cosmic Photo Challenge’ in the title. This week, the prompt is ; NIGHTTIME REFLECTIONS!. Post a photo to your blog, pingback to either Dale’s or K’lee’s post and don’t forget to add the tag #CosPhoChal to your post’s tags and you’re done!
Dance, when you’re broken open.
Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off.
Dance in the middle of the fighting
Dance in your blood.
Dance when you’re perfectly free.