The food was served buffet style, and it was mostly Indonesian with the usual satays, goreng noodles, rices, fruits, salads and desserts. Even though it was a self-serve situation, there were some waiters around who would bring us beverages or remove dirty plates so that you could fill up again, provided you could. We were the only ones in the place, and our bus tour practically filled it. On one side of the restaurants, you could see the terraced rice fields backed by moutains; on the other side, you could see lush vegetation, palm trees, flora as far as your eye would take you. The day was perfectly clear. We were about 800 meters above sea level here and both Chuck and I were eager to get through with the meal and check out the scenery outside.

Once outside, we encountered a young boy and girl, whom we mistakingly took to be sister and brother. He was begging and pleading for some money, and she was pushing him away, and saying she wanted some. We didn't have any coins, but thought they could split a 500 rupiah bill between the 2 of them. Grave error: the boy took off like a bat out of hell, and I cannot describe the look of pain on this girl's face.

Then we went to the rice field side where I snapped a couple of pictures, and we met some people from the kitchen who were extremely intrigued with the digital camera. They were total hams, and loved posing for us. Then Chuck tried to instruct them how to take a photo; at first they thought it was a video camera, and started moving with it. We had to mime the whole thing through for them, and it was great fun because they finally got the hang of it! We found the interractions to be very rewarding, as the smiles are totally genuine. This is actually not a bad place to stay as I wouldn't mind in the least waking up each morning to this formidable setting. Worth the trip up.