legian beach & kuta june 3-7
tanelot We went for a drive out to the temple and market at Tanelot with Wayan, our driver.
rice fields Wayan drove me out to the rice
While I photographed, he waited for
I focussed on a rice farmer working
Every now and then, a little slice of
fields on the way to Tanelot on
me as I walked down a dirt road.
a field. He was not troubled by my
sun managed to steal a glance
Friday evening. Unfortunately as we
He asked me to simply beckon
attention, only smiling occasionally
through the cloud cover.
headed out of Kuta, the sky clouded
when I was ready to be picked up.
by my stupidity for photographing
something so seemingly mundane.
salt farmers Brigit and Mick organised a tour to the north east part of the main island. The first place we stopped was a salt farm. As was the case with almost everyone I encountered, the locals here were thrilled to be photographed, and delighted to see their images on the camera screen. On the way to our next stop, a temple, we encountered some monkeys next to the road. One attacked one of the women travelling with us, but regretfully I was tardy in getting the shot.
sukawati market Mick drove us to Ubud on Saturday and on the way we stopped at Sukawati Market. Mainly acting as a produce market for the locals, with a smattering of textiles, the place was energetic and seemed a long way from the tourist hubs. All but the older women were happy for me to take some shots of them. I was escorted through the place by a trader who gratefully accepted the 50,000 rupiah fee she told me I owed her at the end of out trek through the stalls.
rice walk, ubud
After a cup of coffee and some
restaurant that sourced its produce
During our chat, another man joined
said, "you have made trouble for
cheesecake at a cafe that could have
from a nearby garden. I had lunch
us; his neighbour, it turned out. He
me". It turned out that he would
been in Acland Street, we went on a
and then went on further where I met
introduced him to me and said he
have difficulty exchanging them.
walk through some rice fields.
yet another Wayan. He stopped me
referred to him as 'sir' due to his
When he offered to climb a tree to
Called, obviously enough, the 'rice
on my walk and invited me onto his
fetch me a coconut he was clear the
walk', it meandered through many
plot for a chat. He explained that
Wayan intimated that his family was
payment should be in rupiah.
the rice he grew was not for sale,
poor, and when I offered him some
Half way along there was an organic
but instead fed his family.
Aussie coins, he took them, but later
ubud monkey forest Sharon, Susi, Ronnie, Oma, Rachel Loz, Brooks and I went to Ubud. The sacred monkey forest was our first destination in this town. I stayed behind while they went shopping and had lunch. I couldn't find them, so went back to the monkeys and sat with them instead.
walking on my own in saba On a Saturday afternoon I took a taxi
encounter. As was the case on all
The man walking his ducks,
was a highlight. When he set them
out to Saba to walk up a road
occasions that I roamed, there were
controlling them and the local traffic
to their task of rice field pest
without knowing what I would
images to capture at every turn.
with a long stick and coloured flags,
eradication he seemed as delighted as they did.