an Indonesian classroom

When on holiday in Bali, I stay with my friend Wayan ('first born') and his family in the village of Bungbungan. This little lane or 'gang' leads to his house. As you can see, this idilic mountain village is another world altogether compared to that of the tourist centres of Kuta, Sanur and Ubud. When Wayan first brought me here over twenty years ago, the road was so full of potholes that motorbikes were the only vehicular traffic and we had to walk some 12 kilometers climbing all the way.

A Bungbungan family comes out to watch a strange white man
walk past.

 

  or see a shadow play