Pura Luhur Uluwatu is a beautiful temple on the southern most tip of Bali. Perched at the top of steep cliffs, it’s spectacular location several hundred feet above the crashing waves of the Indian Ocean below, makes it a very popular tourist destination. In fact it’s so popular that the first time that Irishman and I went there a couple of months ago, we ended up aborting our visit just minutes after arrival as the place was teeming with coaches and day trippers and we couldn’t face fighting our way through the hoards. It’s not that I’m anti-social or anything, but I really turn into a moody cow when I’m having to wait for endless giggling women to finish posing in front of whatever it is that I want to photograph. I don’t know what it is but women (never men) love to have a million photos taken of them selves in front of stuff, and the trouble is, that the stuff they are posing in front of, is generally what I want to photograph too. By the time they’ve finished their photo sessions (no doubt only because the battery in their phone has at last thankfully died) I’m well and truly ready to thump them. Irishman rolls his head when he’s pissed off, I do ‘The Glare’.
For our second stab at Uluwatu, we returned with Theo. It was busy, but not so badly that I might kill someone who was standing between me, and the object of my desire to photograph. There are only so many temples that you can expect a young boy to visit, but the carrot I used to lure him there with, were the monkeys. It worked a treat and he loved it. Well, that may be a bit of an overstatement but he certainly ‘liked it’ and I didn’t end up punching anyone and Irishman did some great drawings (which I can’t show you now but will do so in the next post).
And this thumbnail shot was taken at Balangan where we spent the afternoon. (Thumbnail courtesy of Made, a dvd hawker from Lombok)