Samadi Sunday Market Canggu Bali

Colours and Flavors of Samadi Sunday Market Canggu

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Samadi Sunday Market is an iconic pop-up market in Canggu that offers a glimpse into the mixture of local culture and the hipster tourist lifestyle for which Canggu is known. I was eager to check the contemporary market and compare it to the traditional markets in Bali I had been to before.

Morning Calm in Samadi Sunday Market

Samadi Sunday Market Canggu Bali

We reached Samadi Sunday Market a little after 10 AM. My first impression was that the market was too small even to be called a market.

Six vendors were at the entrance two fruit and vegetable, two incense and essential oils, a pop-up bakery, and a knick-knacks stall, each contributing to the diverse cultural offerings.

Samadi Sunday Market Canggu Bali

The main fruit stall in the front was the most crowded. It seemed to be locals’ favourites – as in tourists who live in Bali’s favourite. People stopped by to get something or another or chat, sometimes among themselves but in front of that particular stall.

Meanwhile, I had a lengthy conversation with the hand-made incense seller two stalls down.

She makes most of the incense with hot glue and incense powder, claiming it to be better than essential oils. She also recited the prayers while making the Mantra incense.

Samadi Sunday Market Canggu Bali

Her business was thriving, and she was doing well. She dreamt of supplying to Jakarta once she figured out how to meet local demand. Her English was good (I noticed when she spoke with others we spoke in Bahasa).

I bought Gayatri Mantra, Spices, and a mixed package of incense from her, with a discount. I guess the Bahasa helped.

Samadi Sunday Market Canggu Bali

My next stop was the knick-knack stall, tended by a Balinese with a super chill vibe. She wasn’t pushy at all, happily answering the random things tourists asked. I got a gecko toy to commemorate days of disrupted sleep by a living gecko in our Airbnb room. Also, the gecko symbolizes abundance an ideal remembrance to bring back home.

I also got Dadar Gulung, a sweet coconut pancake, from the same stall for our snack later.

Samadi Sunday Market Canggu Bali

The other fruit stall, much smaller with only a few types of fruit, was busy chitchatting with an elderly white lady as if they were long-time friends for the longest time. And when I left, I saw her deep in conversation with yet another friend. Man, isn’t that life?

My last score from Samadi Sunday Market was the Indonesian spices from the stall in the hallway. This one was out of necessity. After endlessly searching for candlenuts in Asian Grocery stores in West Melbourne, I was so happy to part with IDR25k for a small package of it. I also got Cabe Rawit Powder for another IDR25k. The same thing would cost $28.95 before shipping from an artisan spiced store in Melbourne.

Samadi Sunday Market Canggu Bali
Writing Retreat Day 2

Hello Nora,

I am using the Pomodoro technique to commit to writing for the next 25 minutes. I have tried many techniques—mostly, all of them eventually failed, including my big dream of using my quarantine time to read, write, study, and reflect. I have been in quarantine for 24 hours now. However, I have done no reading, no studying, and only a little writing, but I will not quit. I am not going to sell myself short. I will use this time to reach and lay the foundation for the person I want to be, living the life in the wish dream. In the universe, I create the new. So yeah. That's that, Nora. This is me. The 2.0 version of 2022 on day 2. Life in quarantine for day 2.

I woke up today sweating. I just remembered that I need to turn on the AC. Groggily, I turned it on and slept again. Only to wake up at 3 am, 7 am tussle time, and 10 am with a headache from oversleeping. Then, there was a knock on the door, and I was woken up by the gorgeous sky. My breakfast was here, and it's appetizing. Still, I called room service, brushed my teeth, and started my morning with sambal baja and milk coffee. Today, it was Chinese fried rice. I finished all the likes and left the beef to stir fry at 6 am. Stir-fry beef shouldn't be a thing. Afterward, I called Mom to chit-chat. When she asked what I had for breakfast, I said fried rice but didn't tell her about the beef, as beef is not a thing in my house.

The rest of the morning, I tried to reconcile 2.3m for work, booked my booster shot, and watched all six episodes of The Afterlife. Lunch came at noon. It was Bebek RKa², a food from the region of Indonesia. I only had this time because I remembered my request to put sambal in every dine-in and milk for coffee. I also called room service for another cappuccino, which I burned my tongue on—we don't make coffee for an immediate drink. I bullied my cousin Ji to get me a second and lend me his screen before gossiping about our extended family. It is like there is nothing much we can do in quarantine. I also messaged you and Cha for a while. I only had half of the food this time because everything was cold, and this bento-eating thing was getting tiring. Then, I video chatted with my aunt and Amma, watched Fit Up, a Korean TV reality show about houses, followed by turning on HBO, which I watched while doing a googling of things online, such as Halitosis, eye cream, and a bit of work, which made me miss the plot. At 2 p.m., I thought it was time to get in the bath.

The bath is, of course, beautiful, but I can't be sure that it's a positive window, and I don't want the guys who work overtime in B WORK over the weekend to be blessed with the unexpected scene on my cost, so I moved closer to the window and started to prepare the bath. It turned out that without the proper equipment, bath foam and size, my boobs can't keep floating halfway because the tub is shallow.

I forgot to turn on the aircon again, so it was so hot, and I started to get a headache. I stopped and took a long shower instead, followed by a couple of face mask sessions. By then, it was 3:30, and I was hungry. It's time to call room service, I guess.

Nora, I just finished rewatching Love; actually, why I don't watch it every Christmas season, I don't know—it is still one of my favorite movies. It got me thinking about indulgence. Staying in the Ritz Carlton is an indulgence. Something I'd have never done on a whim in Jakarta. Everything feels like an indulgence indeed. Staying in the Ritz Carlton. Staying in a 5-star hotel. Staying in the giant room I have ever slept in by myself. Staying in a big hotel room all by myself. Staying in the room all the time was going at. With the beautiful marble bathroom with excellent amenities, fast internet, and spacious work desk and plenty of me time—plenty of time to do everything I want. This is amazing. Yeah, I know I paid for expensive tags and this stay. Indulgence, really, but if there is any time to make me feel like it's worth it, now would be it. I should behave, think, and believe that this is normal. This is a normal thing for me, and I deserve it. Because, to be told, Nora, I do deserve it. I deserve all the good things I want in life, Nora, and that's the truth and the rule from now on, and the universe should follow it.

One more page for the day, Nora, and I promise to write more tomorrow. I still have 15 minutes worth of writing according to the Pomodoro technique. Hmm. What is it that I am going to write for the next 15 minutes? I do wish that I got a day off from this hotel stay, you know, to indulge and enjoy—every day still feels like something, a pile of to-do lists to tick off, and these kinds of things, you see. But then again, Nora, maybe that's how life is if I want to keep progressing. I ought to not dislike this and still enjoy it. Because life is to be enjoyed, Nora. Yeah, it's to be enjoyed watching and finishing Ricky Gervais after I've today. It made me feel a lot of Ricky Gervais's afford us today's feelings. You know, maybe I ought to write about Ainu food, Nora, and maybe review some good old aspects of Jakarta Nora—hunt daws, the cultural part, you see. Now that I have some time here because why not, why not indeed, I should be able to open my eyes and hunt down Jakarta culture. Put ketoprak and the making of it, you know this and that. But you see, my life in Jakarta is sheltered, isn't it? Inside the glass and nothing else. Not more, the real-life sort on the street kind. That's the difference between living here and life in Jakarta. Okay, what am I saying? Hunt down the culture, okay, my mind is somewhere else, and my thoughts are elsewhere. I think! I didn't bring enough clothes for my time here, and I like that. I never brought a pair of jeans—err—what's happening? I did I doll this way. There must be a reason. I miss Papa. I miss my comp. Why don't you miss Melbourne? Will I ever love Melbourne like I love Singapore? Why can't I love Melbourne? The center of culture, you know. What if the Melbourne I know so far differs from the Melbourne form? What if a piece or pieces of Melbourne would fit my heart and my job? I'll find it, to discover it. What if

Haggling in Local Market

This brings me to my point if you are travelling to a third-world country and thinking everything is “cheaper”, please get something. Buy something from the local brands and local markets (please, oh please, don’t just go into the same brands you shop at home while in Bali).

Secondly, if you know the price is acceptable, please don’t haggle! An additional $1 saved in your pocket might mean less than the $1 gain by the locals.

Of course, I say this from a privileged standpoint. Of course, you must beware of tourist traps and ridiculous price points, yada yada yada, but whenever possible, be a reasonably generous tourist, contributing positively to the local culture.

Samadi Sunday Market Canggu Bali

The rest of the stalls in Samadi Sunday Market were located in the compound. Most sell jewellery the same type one can find in other beach towns. The same goes for the clothes and swimwear sold by others stalls. I made three rounds to see whether anything was interesting nada.

Samadi Store

If you are after some accessories, check out the Samadi Store (not a stall in the Samadi Sunday Market) near the entrance. The store sells beautiful accessories made by local artists, including Mala beads, yoga wear swimsuits, and other products. The price point is higher than the back stalls at the Samadi Sunday Market, but there were much better options.

Samadi Sunday Market Canggu Bali

Samadi Supermarket

Another place worth checking out is the Samadi Supermarket store beside the Samadi Sunday Market. They sell all kinds of organic hipster-approved stuff here.

I got Karma, a Balinese magazine from here, and when I went to pay the cashier, we started a conversation. She was curious about me being Indonesian and me of her life as a local.

She also told me that Samadi Sunday Market used to be more happening before when the provincial government had to ban the cars on the road in front of the market on Sunday to avoid congestion. “It is not the same anymore these days,” she said, but she was hopeful that more would come next year and the market would return to its glory days. Here’s hoping.

Samadi Sunday Market Canggu Bali
Samadi Address: Jl. Canggu Padang Linjong No.41B, Canggu, Kec. Kuta Utara, Kabupaten Badung, Bali 80351, Indonesia. The Market only opens on Sundays.

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