The orphanage is closed on Thursdays, so I rejoined with the group of volunteers for one more day of orientation.
We went to the countryside to make our own batik.
The house of our host is surrounded by a mini forest.
It’s common in Asia that people put out a lot of family photos.
The process of making batik is cool, creative and requires a lot of practice. The first step is to sketch anything you want on the cloth you would like to create the batik on. The second step is to use a hot wax to paint on top of your sketch in the places where you want to preserve the color of the cloth. The rest of the cloth will be dyed with a color of your choice.
The next steps are dying, washing and ironing the cloth.
The result looks like this (if you are doing it the first time).
And like this, if you are mastered and applying the technique several times with different colors.
I bought a professional batik from our host and she was very happy. Later, I saw the similar batiks on the city market twice as cheaper. Well, I’ll probably never learn that buying staff right after the experience is fun, but not so smart financially.
In the evening I had an ayurvedic massage. A very nice local guy with many years of practice and strong hands did a rather good job and we talked a lot. In spite of his sincere promise to “fix” my back, I politely asked to refrain from applying anything (physical touch, healing, etc) to my back.
The strange thing was the low level of privacy – after 40 minutes of massage, he moved me to the mini sauna, where I lied in a wooden cylinder with hot steams, then he invited the next person for 40 min of massage … to the same room. When 20 minutes of the hot sauna was over, he snitched a towel inside the sauna to allow me to cover my naked body before I get out. I understand you save 20 minutes of your time, but … common!
Anyway, it was refreshing and strong massage. Totally worth the price – much cheaper than in Israel.
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