Certainly I was overexcited. There’s no point denying it. After a month of being a shipwreck on the shore of the sea of life, only staying afloat due to very occasional uplifting encounters with mermen and mermaids like Mirek and Ksenija. (They have a truly excellent beautifully written and put together blog by the way, […]Read More Ubud…the Dancing Quince.
Ubud Sunrise – Kuta Sunset Cock a Doodle Don’t, or Cop a Doodle Do.Read More Rice Paddies and Drag Queens
Kuta, Perth’s northernmost suburb, has been a happy playground for Aussies this last half century gone. It started to go off full tilt about the time the Americans landed on the Moon. Now the Jews have crashed onto the Moon and the Chinese are up to something inscrutable on the dark side and still the […]Read More Kuta…the Curate’s Egg
The Ubudese live a life of ease you rarely see their Bali knees Soloans sweet as honey bees but ditto with their Java Knees Folks are playful, kind and squeezy, (Particularly those in Sulawesi). Frank Sumatrans do it their way Orangutans have awful hair days. But my fellow pale faced friends If fearful that your […]Read More Some sensible and practical advice (based on sound reasoning, close observation and awful rhyming.)
I tried to think it over but the words got in the way These words say it much more better anyway. Most people live on a lonely island Lost in the middle of a foggy sea Most people long for another island One where they know they would like to be Bali Ha’i may call […]Read More Bali Hai