It was one of those beautiful cool season days on Mertasari Beach. I was enjoying a foot massage from the inestimable Ibu Made. My eyes were closed and the "whirlygigs" (windmill thingies on high poles) were whirring away having a very soporific influence on my state of mind.
A new boat had just been launched and the necessary blessing was underway. Cue in the chanting of the Pemangku and the high ringing of his bell. The perfume of insence (how do you spell that?) added the final touch and a delicious tropical lassitude was slowly creeping over me.
I opened my eyes just as a small Balinese girl strolled by with a very small puppy on her head. (look Mum, no hands!) At the foot of Brian's chair a dog, possible the Mum of the stranded puppy) was eating cat biscuits from Brian's shoe (I hesitate to say thong in case the wrong picture visualized...).
Ah...Bali