In the village centre, and located throughout the village are food kiosks called warungs, the places where most of the village socializing takes place. Each warung has its own identity; one is a favourite of the older folks who sit quietly and watch the village life go by, another is presided over by a woman who is a privy to all the local gossip (and knows how to embellish it effectively), another warung is a local teen hangout who meet there to flirt and fume with each other. Many warungs are known for their take away food, which is often quite tasty.
The warung illustrated below is from the village of Munduk and is seen at 4 in the afternoon. The schools have just let out their students and there is a line of them waiting patiently for the owner to prepare her specialty, one plate at a time.
The warung above is from the harbor of Singaraja at noon, eerily empty.
Warungs are rarely well built, they are usually tacked together, taken as a whole they are a little shabby. Chickens and dogs wander through, unless ejected by a broom or a foot. But the ambiance of a warung is surprisingly intimate. Under buzzing fluorescents lights on long rainy evenings, more than one confession was heard here, lots of ribald jokes told, family secrets revealed, marriages proposed.