Early morning in Ubud. My complimentary breakfast (it always looks up at me, winks suggestively and says something like “Who’s a pretty boy then” or “lookin’ good this morning Tiger”) wasn’t ready just yet.
So I stumbled onto the footpath of the Main Street to see what I could see. This is what I saw.
And in seeing I tickly loved the elegant lady with the bag of rubbish on her head, the mysterious ghost of the (potentially vengeance seeking or so I choose to suggest), red chicken looming behind the Balinese Colonel Sanders, the woebegone Guy trudging down the street looking a lot like Hans Moleman and the guy on the ledge who was initially pretending to be asleep, peeking at me quasi surreptitiously until he knew I’d tumbled to his game at which point we both started laughing and he curled up into some sort of early morning Yoga shape.