Wednesday, October 21, 2009

The latest news from Bali!

Are the cows of North Bali so attractive that their beauty outshines the charms of local maidens? Or is it something in the water?

In any case, front-page news in several Bali newspapers carries the shocking revelation that a 33 year-old farmer, I Made Widiana, from Kebutambahan on Bali's north shore, has been caught in flagrante delicto with a local cow on October 13, 2009, just as Bali began its Galungan celebrations marking the victory of good over evil.

Although Widiana's unnatural act was witnessed by a neighbour, it was the perpetrator himself who admitted his act to local community leaders. Freely admitting that he had sinned and put him community at risk by defying the natural order of things, Widiana claims in mitigation that the cow cast some sort of spell over him causing him to see a beautiful woman instead of a cow. It was only when his neighbour scolded him for his behaviour, that he awoke from his smitten stupor and became aware of his act.

Widiana, married and the father of four, must now wait for a meeting of village elders to be convened and a course of action laid out that will restore order to the cosmos which is now off-kilter because of his transgression.

This is second time such an incident has occurred in that otherwise quiet corner of Bali. On August 17, 2008, a 70 year-old man, Sutarya, who lives only a few kilometers from Widiana, committed a similar act that demanded elaborate ritual cleansing and the sacrificial drowning of the pregnant cow in the nearby ocean.

Both Widiana and his "contented" cow await the decision of local religious leaders as to what must be done to restore good order to the Universe.

Last-minute dashes

This morning it's just a quick dash "up the road" to collect my tickets from the PERAMA office in Jalang Legian and to buy some food stuffs from the Discovery Shopping Mall in Tuban. Who knows what they will feed me aboard their boat? In any case, I like a bit of a midnight snack, so here we go!

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

20.10. Arriving in Denpasar HARRIS Tuban

Before leaving Australia, my favourite hotel in Bali had sent me this email ...

HELLO,,,,HELLO…..ALL WE'RE PREPARE AND WE WILL PICK YOU UP AT AIRPORT…it really nice to welcome you again in Harris Hotel Tuban BALI…see you tomorrow Mr.Peter and we will upgrade your room to suite room
Regards,
Sami

... and, true to their word, they picked me up at the airport and whisked me away to a beautiful suite room in the HARRIS Hotel Tuban.

Another beautiful start to another beautiful Bali holiday!

"I'm leaving on a jet plane"

RIP: Mary Travers of Peter, Paul and Mary



"All my bags are packed,
I'm ready to go.
I'm standing here outside your door.
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye.

"But dawn is breakin',
It's early morn'.
The taxi's waitin',
He's blowin' his horn. . .

"I'm leavin' on a jet plane.
Don't know when I'll be back again.
Oh Babe, I hate to go."

Mary Travers has gone on her final journey. We know that she won't be back again, but her music is her legacy. We'll miss her broad smile, her creative talent, her stage presence, her straight blond hair, her distinctive voice that harmonised so well with Peter Yarrow and Noel Paul Stuckey, her idealism. The whole package. Listen to Peter, Paul & Mary's rendition of what I think of as the most poignant travel song.

I'm leaving on a jet plane to Bali but my destination is merely a by-product of the journey. Travel is the act of leaving familiarity behind, of seeking new horizons, meeting new people, and gaining new insights.


P.S. While on the road, I can be reached via riverbend@live.com.au

Saturday, October 17, 2009

My bag is packed!


Well, just two days to go and my rucksack is packed - all 5 kg of it! I will carry only the most essential items. One change of clothing will be enough as, apart from the cruise, I will always stay in hotels that have a swimming pool.

For somebody travelling as light as me, a pool is just one giant washing-machine: jump in fully clothed and do a few breaststrokes to remove whatever stains are on the front; a vigorous dog-paddle works wonders on the old jocks; and backstrokes remove all those sweatstains from under the armpits!

As a last-minute item, I've added a bright-red inflatable buoyancy jacket. If the old PERAMA boat should suddenly spring a leak, I will not only stay afloat but also be seen to have stayed afloat!

That just leaves the selection of suitable reading-material for those long hours on the plane and for those long, tropical nights under a starry sky. I've settled for Dan Brown's "The Lost Symbol" and, for a bit of thoughtful and slow reading, I've packed Hermann Hesse's The Glass Bead Game.

I couldn't find anything in the local bookshop written by my old Greek "mate" Ἐπίκουρος, so he will have to wait until my next trip. Travelling is the perfect time for a bit of "heavy reading", quite apart from the fact that if something should happen to me, it's good if they find me clutching an intelligent book in my rigor mortis hand. It will make them think that I was somebody important enough to be stuffed into the body-bag with a litte more reverence.

When I'm finished with my books, I usually pass them on to fellow-travellers. In this way, I have introduced others to the thoughts of Joseph Conrad, Ernest Hemingway, Somerset W. Maugham, Patrick White, et al, which has resulted in the odd email, received long after the trip was over, saying "Thank you for having enriched my life."