July 4
What a lovely trek we had this morning. Our guide took us to the local waterfall–which was beautiful. Also, he pointed out all the different workers we passed along the way. Coffee, cloves, and cinnamon are grown in Munduk. And it all smelled very good.
We rode back to Lovina to scope out deals for a ride to Ubud. I found a private shuttle for like $10–an amazing deal. And it would pick us up from our lodging in Munduk. That would be on the morning of the 6th.
We had dinner in Munduk overlooking the main street. The power went out right away. So we had a nice candlelit dinner. 
However, we timed it with a Mosque service. The Mosque leader belted out his preachings and chants over the loudspeaker. It was pretty annoying. If they are going to blast it for everyone in town to hear, at least get someone with a good voice. Even still, I can’t stand the disrespect of broadcasting the service. Munduk (and Bali in general) have a large Hindu population. I don’t understand how this is acceptable to the Balinese.
We ended the night in peace from our balcony with hot ginger tea–gazing upon the lush, mountain valley under the bright moon.
July 5
We rode up to the top of the local mountain. We had lunch at the restaraunt there. We could see the ocean and much of Bali. It was serene.
Then we rode over to the big, old Banyan tree. It is so big and old that it has religious significance to the locals. And it sure was big–tall and wide.
We ended the night with another fine dinner and moonlit valley gazing.
Munduk was such a relaxing treat–a vacation within a vacation.
Next up is Ubud for three days, then Kuta for four, and then we part. It’s our last week. We plan to make it a good one.
