Plans are made, adjusted and negotiated, and then finally the workers are called so that something real comes of the plans. In this case its a lovely walking trail and bridge that connects two beaches.
The first of two bridge support runs are in place. The view across to Echo Beach.
Up close and personal with half of the bridge support. The view across to Pererenan Beach.
On the Echo Beach side there’s a lovely, curving path that leads to local food vendors, the famed La Brisa restaurant, and seafood grill operators.
Back at Pererenan Beach, only 800 meters from Ohana, workers are finishing up the concrete tile floor for a semi-circular welcome area. This entire project is shaping up nicely.
Our builder, Wayan, is a leader in his local village and twice a year hosts a Balinese ceremony.
(Photo: Wayan to my left, his partners, and the site foreman – in a striped shirt)
Wayan invited Shelly and I to a post-ceremony celebration of music, dance and Balinese cuisine at his home. It was a privilege to be a part of his extended family. Everyone was generously and genuinely willing to open their hearts to us.
If there is one constant here in Bali, it’s that of dynamic change. Trying to capture a particular “neighborhood” is at best a blurry snapshot, as cafes pop up, villas and shops appear, and the landscape is suddenly, almost magically different.
Swipe your way from Pererenan beach to the main road, Jalan Raya Canggu:
The construction crew is an extended family, from Bali. They work seven days a week and camp out on the property in very modest conditions. They work incredibly hard and yet they do not complain. They do require time to go back to their villages for ceremonies of various types, but otherwise they work reliably and formidably.
Shelly and I decided that since phase one is complete and the concrete floor slabs are in place, we would treat the crew to food from the vendors at the beach. On Sundays the locals come to relax and there’s a half-dozen or so food vendors to keep the crowds happy.
In general the client (such as myself) doesn’t interact with the building crew. And I am naturally limited because the crew doesn’t speak English. The process for communication is that I talk to the builder (who can speak limited English), who then talks with the crew foreman, and from there the work gets done.
Shelly and I also bring food treats and old clothes to the crew every now and again, and I’m the type of client who likes to visit the building site daily, to see the progress and learn the details.
So treating the crew like regular folk and appreciating their contributions was something that we wanted to formally acknowledge at the beach gathering.
The heartwarming moment for me was when they told me to stop spending money on them. At that point I had spent about 300,000 rupiah ($20 USD) on bakso (meatball and noodle soup), grilled corn, martabak (veggie mini-pancakes), drinks, etc. The crew knew I wouldn’t say no if they kept eating and drinking. But they didn’t want to overdo it.