These small delicate artworks are littered all over the streets and shopfronts in Bali, Frangapani flowers will fall from the tree in the night and they will be collected and made into offerings for the gods or for a bribe to a cheeky demon. This is my attempt to make one this morning walking up the garden path to my friend Jenny's house.
The rain here is persistent, at the moment we are waitng to go to UBUD to visit the markets. Mallee is clinging to his teddy and his dummy has not left his mouth, yet his curosity prevails and he enjoys reaching out to the local children and having his cheek brushed buy the Balinese. Their beautiful sincere smiles put warmth in my heart. Last night Mallee was whisked away from a local woman when he was upset, I had to negotiate between mistrust and possible negligance in watching my child or being open to trust in these people and letting Mallee experience the culture.
Food is amazing, seriously, I am amazed at every dish that is placed in front me. The markets last night with the smoky musty smells wafting past whilst sitting on rounded plastic chairs and vinyl table cloths eating from cone shaped cardboard. Ayam Manis! Mallee is trying all the new foods and the brightly coloured dishes is very hard to deny.
I have one month to get over the flight here. I have a horrid fear of
flying and during our trip here we hit turbulence, I screamed and
alerted the whole back cabin. Feeling rather sheepish listening to
snickering backpackers at my last appeal at what I thought was my death.
The coffee machine in the airport even seemed to sound like a plane
crashing. The mind is a tricky thing and my fear of flying needs perhaps
years of work to unravel the mystery behind it.
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| Mallee looking at a offering he later kicked over the small rice.. |
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| The road behind Jenny's house |
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| My attempt at an offering, you can buy pre packed offerings at the markets for those busy people. |
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| Mallee splashing puddles at the local market (Pasar) |
