DAY 10
| I tried to make plans with Nyoman to pick us up early and go see the sunrise at Sanur, but the rains started late at night and I texted him at 1am to cancel. Nyoman set up my phone so I could call and text and use the internet. The rains actually stopped and the sunrise seen from my veranda was quite satisfying and beautiful. Who needs a beach to ooooh and aaaaaw about. Tomorrow is the new moon. And so we lazed around until noon when Dwana decided to give everyone a haircut. So she cut Ezra’s and Viena’s hair. She felt much better after that. We actially sat and talked in the tent for the first time since our trip began. Things have been that surviving like. Who can talk when you are surviving. After some rice and beans and a few trips to the market. Viena paid 8000 Rupiahs from some ice cream. “Why are things so much more expensive here?” I went on a run to buy a soccer ball and soccer costume for Ezra since he mentioned not receiving any presents but a ride on an elephant. Oh, poor Ezra. he loved the soccer costume more than the soccer ball. We played on the soccer field but mostly the Balinese children indoctorinated the soccer ball. The run felt good. So hot. So hot. I hurdled a scooter. Even in the tent. So hot. The bells still play. A fountain runs beneath. Dwana is in the ballet – her women retreat. |
Kuning means yellow.
Drums of steel play.
Crickets and birds accompany.
Ezra dreams of superheros.
Viena dreams of baking chocolate cookies.
Dwana dreams of uninterrupted sleep which is uninterrupted which creates more dreams.
The heat stays with us through the night.
I could never have dreamed a place like this existed.
The steel drums play on putting all to sleep one by one.
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