Thursday, May 5, 2016

Removing Dusk at Tanah Lot

Spend everyday on vacation on the island of Bali is fun. Start with greet morning enjoy the sunrise so eagerly anticipated, especially relaxing on the beach. However, waiting for the night, do not forget the red seems her flushed sunset at Tanah Lot.

 
By Ayu Sulistyowati, executive summar by darmansjah

Together Kecak dance set in twilight red as the sun sets in the Pura Tanah Lot, Beraban village, Tabanan regency, Bali, vacation unforgettable.

Pura Tanah Lot is a leading tourist attraction after the Kuta Beach in Badung regency. Second distance travelers favorite location was not too far away, about 30 minutes to an hour by bus or rental car. Therefore, they could be an option to pick up dinner.

Well, the choice he exclaimed, sunset at Tanah Lot can get the beach or charm Pura Tanah Lot stands on a rock. Waves and Kecak dance songs to perfection landscapes.

Ticket prices vary between domestic and foreign travelers. Tike domestic for adults and children sold US$ 1.5 per person and US$ 1.0 per child. While foreign tourist US $ 3.5 per person and US $ 1.4 per child. If you want to enjoy the Kecak dance, all the tourists were priced the same, US $ 5.5 per person, with curtain time at 17:30 local time.

After purchasing tickets, visitors must walk through paths available. Souvenir shops, clothes that read 'I Love Bali', coconut ice and drinks are available along the route. But remember, the visitors were expected to keep their participation. The call over the loudspeaker will be reminded every hour.

However the region is actually the leading worship for Hindus. Tanah Lot area of ​​about 36 acres (3,600 square meters) with six temple (place of prayer). Ostensibly the sequence from the southeast to the west is Tahah Lot temple, Pura Enjung Galuh, Pura Jro Kandang, Pura Batu Bolong, Pura Batu Mejan, and Pura Pekedungan.

Pura Tanah Lot stands on a large rock. Berates-hundred years the waves hit, but the temple was still standing. Yet in 1976 and 2001, the local government to build a breakwater to withstand the waves so as not to erode the rock temple. If the tides, people who want to pray to a Hindu Pura Tanah Lot must be crossed by canoe and high otherwise they could walk her through the water at about 0.5 meters.

However, local people believe, pretending it still will stand forever. Condition, they agreed never to forget Sang Hyang Widi to pray and hold appropriate ceremonies Balinese calendar.

Another temple scenery is equally interesting, as Pura Batu Bolong. Pura is also similar, standing on a large rock, but elongated and perforated them. Regular visitors are expected to respect the places of worship.

Pray
 
Early September, visitors are not allowed into the temple area and the door remains closed.
They were allowed to enter only the visitors whose purpose is specifically praying.

Every day, visitors can reach more than 1,000 people ranging from counter opening hours 07:00 to close at 19:00. However, if the school holidays or the holiday season in some countries, visitors to 10,000 people per day.

Having said that, comfort continue to be addressed. This year, managers improve several sections of the track.

The 15th century
 
Tanah Lot has a story.
Around the 15th century, Bhagawan came a named Dang Hyang Dwi Jendra. He wants to spread the teachings of Hinduism. However, some residents oppose the moment. Dwi Jendra then meditated upon the removal of a large rock into the sea (named  Tengah Lod) and protect themselves by spreading snake.

Finally, people who oppose even recognize his power and want to follow his teachings. Dwi Jendra Before leaving, he left the dagger named Ki Baru Gajah placed Pura Luhur  Pakedungan. On the feast of Hari Raya Kuningan (10 days After Galungan), local residents held a memorial service at the temple by walking around the temple. It is located about 300 meters from the Pura Tanah Lot.

One more thing, if forgotten or do not pick the photo camera, at least 200 people who worked as a photographer ready to capture the moment vacation in Tanah Lot. Only pay U.S. $ 2.5, visitors can immediately take home background photo Pura Tanah Lot complete with frame paper with Tanah Lot. Want to stay or eat just enjoying the view, there is also surrounding the inn and restaurant. Complete vacation!.



So why hesitate .... Let's appreciate and enjoy nature island of Bali at Tanah Lot Tabanan with tasting cakes, green and black klepon of sticky rice. Then flushed any hue-hue adorn the ceiling around pretending. Tanah Lot, beautiful ....!

Wednesday, May 4, 2016

MY CITY

High-Speed French Connection

Quebec city is a bit of france bundled in Canadian clothing by Taras Grescoe, Executive summary by darmansjah

Tobogganers race down Quebec city’s Glissades de la Terrasse, built in 1884.

A 19TH-CENTURY traveler from France once remarked of Quebec City, “It looked like St.Malo strayed up here and was lost in the snow.” Though I’ve settled in Montreal, an easy three hour drive away, every time I return to Quebec City I too succumb to the illusion that I’ve been teleported t othe narrow streets of that walled city in Brittany, bewitched by the vista of steeples, horse-drawn caliches, and four-centuries-old ramparts.

The province’s self-proclaimed capitale nationale, Quebec City may be more bureaucratic and conservative than its cosmopolitan big sister, Montreal, but it’s also more compact and picturesque. Writer H.P. Lovecraft in 1931 thrilled to the “chance glimpse of one of these silver spires at the end of an ancient uphill or downhill street.”

I seek out such atmospheric streets as Rue Sous-le-Cap, a sinuous alleyway that dramatically abuts granite cliffs topped by fortifications. After lingering in Place Royale, a square surrounded by fieldstone facades and steeply pitched roofs, I ride the funicular-in operation since 1879-to the Upper Town. Here, venerable inns line little-walked Avenue Ste. Geneiveve, which also offers precipitous views of the St.Lawrence River. I make an essential pit stop at Chez Temporel, in the dogleg Rue Couillard, for a little French folk music and a bowl of café au lait.

Rainy days call for a few hours in the concrete-and-limestone confines of architect Moshe Safdie’s Musee de la Vivilisation, wandering among artifacts of Quebecois life (such as a circa 1736 long boat or a Montreal Canadiens hockey sweater). In witer, I’ll stand in line for the Glissades de la Terrasse, an 820-foot-long toboggan ride that sends people careering down an icy slope at 45 miles per hour. It’s located on Dufferin Terrace, a cliff-hugging boardwalk that serves as the perfect platform for watching nightly fireworks in summer. In all kinds of weather, I’ll shop for Jacques Bred records, vintage Crock-pots, and night  lights shaped like the Madonna at Le Comptoir Emmaus, a multistory cross between a thrift store and Ali Baba’s cavern.

Fairmont Le Chateau Frontenac anchors Dufferin Terrace. 


A sidewalk café evokes the Old World.

Climbing the town’s hills burns calories, so I feel no guilt about reserving a table at L’Initiale, Panache, the Saint Amour, or one of the other restaurants where chefs work with continental French traditions but stock their pantries with ingredients from the local terroir. To see, smell, and purchase the best of these-including ice cider from the Eastern Townships, Paillasson cheese from the Ile d’Orleans, and blueberry honey from Charlevoix-I browse the indoor stalls of the Marche du Vieux-Port. Sampling the microbrewed ales, lagers, and stouts at Le Sacrilege bar requires some belt-loosening, as does ordering the churros at Le Cercle, an alternative music venue in the newly thriving St.Roch district.

I like to end the night at the Farimont Le Chateau Frontenac’s oak-paneled bar, sipping my cocktail of choice, a Pierre-Elliot Trudeau (an effective combination of vodka, triple sec, and Campari). Through windows topped by stained-glass ships, I gaze over the riverfront where the history of New France began.
My Quebec City, after all, brings me the best of both worlds, old and new.

Quebec city’s ramparts are the most complete fortified city walls remaining in the Americas north of Mexico.
Taras Grescoe’s lates book is straphanger: Saving Our Cities and Ourselves From the Automobile.
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Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Navigating the Globe

SMART TRAVELER

“A nation’s culture resides in the hearts and in the soul of its people,” MAHATMA GANDHI
Fgr. A portrait from Holi, the festival of colors, in Jaipur, India

Executive summary by darmansjah

My City: Quebec


Canadian Prairie


Tokyo Ramen


Caribean Inns


China’s Green Scene


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Problem Solved


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