After viewing volcanic mountains, lakes atop a mountain, coffee cat poopers, and terraced rice paddies, we went in search of a barbecued suckling pig dinner. Lukmin checked every spot for one of these feasts, even though he had planned another meal for us that day. Each spot that serves this treat was closed, so he again put on his thinking cap and made a decision for us. We wanted local fare, and we did not want halal. As usual, we were not disappointed. Driving though a trail that you would never find on your own, we emerged in the centre of rice paddies and all the muck that goes with them. But a little gem of a restaurant was our prize. We were seated in the outdoors with a thatched roof over our heads. Lukim sat with us for a while when we bought him a Bintang beer to celebrate the day. However, once the meals arrived, he discretely left the table to dine with the driver. We would have loved to have him join us, but there is a line he drew, and that line was honoured.
The huge platter was filled with the famous barbecued fish we dined on when we arrived, surround with sprouts and sauces and always delightful limes.
As we began the meal, the sun drenched us with it's brightness, but quickly began to set over the field, leaving us with a night time glow of candles lit between us and the field.
In the foreground, you see the candles lit in preparation for the sunset and darkness that soon arrived. Although we did not manage to dine on suckling pig, we were not disappointed with the choice.
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