23 January 2013
After our brief
stay in Yoygakarta, we took a short one-hour flight over to the island of Bali,
a little more than a mile away from the eastern edge of Java. We had a wonderful time in Bali, stayed at a beautiful hotel, saw some lovely views, and went on a fun bike tour (all of which we'll write about in our next post). Before we get into those specifics, though, we have some musings and observations about our time there based on perhaps
half-forgotten readings I’ve done and what we saw ourselves.
Based on the
recommendations of several people who have spent lots of time in Indonesia, we
went to stay in Ubud, a small town of 30,000 people in the middle of the
island. Ubud is commonly described as “the real Bali” and is at least an hour
drive from the nearest popular beach hangout. I’m not sure quite what
we were expecting to see, but we weren’t really prepared for what we actually
saw.
Before I dig in
to our time, though, a little background: Bali is home to a distinctive culture
that arose in part from its religion. When Islam swept through Sumatra and Java
hundreds of years ago, many Hindus fled to Bali, where their beliefs mixed with
Buddhism and indigenous animist practices. What resulted were a mixture of
religions and a population of people who are deeply shaped by countless
religious rites and ceremonies. These religious beliefs, in turn, translate
into outwardly visible practices: for example, each home has its own ornate
temple with intricate decorations. Because there are many, many important days
(based on important dates of three separate calendar systems), there are lots
of festivals, ceremonies, and other reasons for decorating the town and
engaging in various parades or musical acts. Their music, in particular, has
become well known throughout the world because of its distinctive virtuosity
and gamelan ensembles that are quite different even from the music of its
neighbor, Java.
Bali has become a
tourist mecca in part because of this distinct culture. Back in the first half
of the twentieth century, Bali began to become a tourist hotspot for Europeans
in part because of the rumored liberal attitudes of the Balinese. Tourist
brochures and posters for Bali commonly featured topless women and the young
boys were known to be especially friendly. Several well-known artists moved to
Bali to take advantage of these possible sexual liaisons and began spreading
the word about the island. Tourism to Bali really started to take off in the
1950s based on other parts of this distinctive culture (music, art, etc.) and
because of the island’s natural beauty.
Bali’s famous
features, the rice paddies, white beaches, surfing waves, volcanoes, are really
not all that different from other parts of Southeast Asia. The beaches of the
Philippines, for example, are probably actually even more beautiful, and Java
is also home to countless volcanoes and rice paddies. But no matter, since
Bali’s tourism board has successfully sold the idea that Bali is geographically
different from the rest of Southeast Asia and most tourists don’t go anywhere
else to compare. Don’t get me wrong, Bali is beautiful, but so are many other
places in the region.
Based on these two general characteristics, a distinctive
arts culture born out of religious practices, and great natural beauty, Bali
has become one of the biggest tourist destinations in the world (just not so
much for Americans since it’s a bit of a hike to get there). The success
of Eat, Pray, Love, which takes place
in Ubud, has sparked a recent surge in tourism (one local called the book “Eat,
Pay, Leave”).
In our travels in
Southeast Asia, we have never really been to any areas that are known as
TOURIST destinations, or been to places whose economy relies almost exclusively
upon tourism. When we got on our plane in Yogyakarta we knew we were in for a
new experience because it was full of white, English-speakers, mostly from
Australia. When we reached Ubud, the streets were full of these types of
tourists: the only Balinese we ever saw were the women working in the stores
and the men hawking taxis on the street (again, not all that different from many places we've been). Based on the people we saw, walking
through the streets felt like walking around a not-particularly diverse U.S.
town center. It was very strange, especially because Ubud is not the main
tourist destination of Bali and various taxi drivers kept telling us that it
was the low season for tourism.
We decided that the best way to describe Bali is to liken
it to a giant theme park: it seems as though that we saw a version of Bali that
has been created explicitly for tourists. Perhaps there was a “real” Bali
hidden somewhere beneath all the boutiques and fancy restaurants, but it was
inaccessible to us. A few examples:
-A friend who has spent time in Indonesia says that the “Balinese
food” that most restaurants serve foreigners is actually Javanese. The Balinese
save their own cuisine for themselves.
-Bali is incredibly expensive compared to most of Southeast Asia (obviously
Singapore is excluded here). Since most of the tourists are Australian, and
their economy is doing incredibly well, everything has been marked up to meet
their buying power. One of the drivers we had explained how none of the
Balinese can afford to live anymore unless they get jobs in the tourist
industry driving taxis, working in hotels, leading tours, etc. The person who
drove us to the airport is from a town famous for painting but said that he
didn’t really paint any more because he had to get a day job to support his
family.
-The influx of money, though, also means that the infrastructure
is very nice. Unlike many of the places we’ve been, the majority of the roads
were smooth, the drivers followed the rules, and many places accepted credit
cards. While this made things quite easy, it felt a bit strange compared with
other places we’ve been.
-Even some of the “smaller” places that seem to be outside of the
general tourist hang were often surprisingly entwined with the tourist
industry. When we went to the town famous for its silverwork, we stopped in at
a place on the outskirts of town. As we were arriving, a bus of tourists drove
up and the workers at the store sent out their English and Japanese-language
specialists to greet them. Needless to say, we couldn’t afford anything at this
store.
-Several ethnomusicologists and anthropologists have written about
how the tourism industry has dramatically changed local customs and performance
practices. What used to be a multi-day ceremony or ritual dance performed only
once a year is now performed every night of the week in an easily consumable
90-minute version. One of the more famous examples of this, is the kecak dance/chant. I think this was
originally a chant used in exorcist rituals but one day a westerner heard it
and thought that others would enjoy it, too (turns out this story is explained briefly here). This chant has now evolved into
one of the more popular cultural performances and, at least in Ubud, was
performed two or three times a night.
When we went to a
kecak performance, we were seated behind a row of American students on study
abroad. Australians made up the rest of the crowd. The version that we saw was
part of this reworked kecak: it was a 45-minute spectacle with a clear
narrative explained to us in an English-language hand-out and we were invited
to come up and take photos with the dancers after the show. [I have a brief
video of the performance here. Since it was dark and hard to capture the
visual, these audio examples, here and here, might better capture the evening].
Other Balinese dances have been similarly reworked for easy consumption.
We had an interesting time in Ubud. It was fascinating to
see both how religion can completely shape an island (population density,
cleanliness, aesthetics, city planning, music, art, etc.) and also how these
religious practices and other parts of daily life can be completely reshaped by
tourism.
We’ll have another post with an actual narrative of our time Bali
along with more photos soon.
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view of fields from hotel |
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fields and mountains from hotel |
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one of the thousands of door guardians we saw |
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entrance to one of the hundreds of temples we saw. Man drying rice on the left. |
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one of the more basic temple entrances |
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offerings everywhere |
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many, many intricately carved doors |
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cool stone wall |
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another guardian of a temple entrance |
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Balinese woman walking around with offerings |
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looking into a temple |
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bamboo things were for festival for lowest caste. Saw them everywhere |
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temple |
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main drag of Ubud. Tons of places trying to arrange tours. note the fashionable Australian woman in background |
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several stores selling Balinese gamelan instruments |
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motorbikes were big |
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Balinese woman doing ritual offering as we walked past |
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lots of people in Ubud selling paintings (most stores had these generic rice paddy and mountain paintings) |
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statue next to ATM |
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bargaining down expensive prices at the market |
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typical Balinese scene: brochures for tourists covering up a ritual offering |
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super ornate concrete and sculpture everywhere |
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another typical scene: Bob Marley decorations |
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tour bus and stores near monkey forest |
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some of the famous Civet poop coffee (about $18 a bag) |
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rice paddy next to grocery store in Ubud |
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Ubud scene: note the Balinese statues at the base of the signs |
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outside our hotel |
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John entering hotel area |
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hotel main door |
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kecak setting |
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ticket: note "every Thursday" |
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kecak |
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after show guy invites audience to come take photos with dancers |
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people taking photos with dancers |
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