Sweating in the searing heat and humidity, we climbed up endless stairs to the last temple on top of the hill.
You have to be respectful and wear a sarong to cover your legs and a sash around your waist. Except here my colour coordination is so good that Django thought I looked like a bonbon!
We followed the crowd as they walked to the temple.
Met with a group of young men starting early on the Arak (traditional palm wine alcohol) - see blog post 'Bike trip across rice-fields in central Bali' for more on how this is made.
The Barong dance was performed by differnet groups all along the road back to Ubud.
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