Leaving Amed . . .

Bits and pieces before leaving Amed . . . the warung just a short walk in the other direction from Sri's is owned by the most joyful lady we've met in many a year - Potu.  Her restaurant also has 4 tables and sits butt up against the road just feet from whizzing scooters and other vehicles.  

We've walked by a few times and she calls out to 'come try my fish today'.  Tim, wanting to be kind, responds - 'tomorrow.'  Potu has a good memory for  faces . . . and promises!

One afternoon Tim comes back from a walk and announces we have to eat at her warung.  By now, Elizabeth has left and we've salved our tourist conscience at Sri's Overcooked Fish Warung so we're off to Potu's.  The first of many visits - she's a fabulous cook and after one meal has told us her family history!

We've read about black rice pudding and Potu tells us she can make it but needs a one-day advance notice (I think she has to special order the black rice).  What a fabulous dish!!

Another delightful character we met in Amed is Yoman (sp?) who has driven us to several snorkeling sites and enthusiastically shared his Hindu knowledge (Made told us he is the family priest at the village temple).   

We've noticed daily offerings in the form of small, intricately woven palm holders containing an assortment of flowers and a stick of incense placed at the entranceway to homes, warungs, and retail establishments . . . (sorry I didn't get a photo!)  Yoman tells us that these are offerings of gratitude to 'the gods' - every day, without fail.

Goodbye Amed - sweet, unspoiled Bali . . .