The sheer excitement of seeing a random penis last week on the way to the airport, and then my abject failure at capturing it on camera has made me even more determined to document the past 10 days. Tragically the only penis that I can show you here (I know! too little, too late) is the one that I took in the National Museum in Jakarta the next day. Not quite the same but I think you’ll agree that when all is said and done it is most definitely a penis, and a pretty impressive one at that. Here is a random selection of some of the highlights of the past 10 days spent in Jakarta and Bali. Have a good weekend folks!
A trip to Turtle island on Bali last saturday morning resulted in an impromtu art lesson. Irishman had gone with his drawing book and paints with an idea of doing some paintings of the turtles. However, he soon became an object of fascination for a group of kids who were camping there and a two hour art lesson then ensued with the kids getting very excited and involved. It was pure magic.
The side of Bali that they never show you in the brochures! Goats and cows feasting on a waste heap.
This handsome chap (possibly my new boyfriend) was delighted when I asked him in my best bahasa Indonesia if I could photograph him. I have a feeling that he may be a bit of a ladies man. Just saying…….
This cheeky chappy waits for the offerings to be placed on the shrines then hurls himself upon them with gusto. This is a terrible photo but I’m really quite scared of monkeys so it took all my courage to get up close and personal to take his picture. Shaky hand at Uluwatu Temple.
Should it ever come to it, and I decide to top myself, this might well be the place that I choose to throw myself from. (Bali’s equivalent to Beachy Head) a very pretty spot at Uluwatu on the southeastern edge of Bali.
Chilled late afternoon scene at home in Bali. The new paints on the exterior walls and the shadows, still have me in their thrall….Ok, I’m still wetting my knickers, that’s how excited I am! See my post ‘ A Bright Idea’ if you want to know more.
‘Hare Krishna, Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna, Hare Hare, Hare Rama, Hare Rama, Rama Rama, Hare Hare’. Taken early evening at Pantai Matasari, Sanur. On a personal note, I have come to love this mantra. Last Christmas when I was back in London, I bought a copy of the Bhagavad gita from a lady on the street. In the past I have often visited Govinda’s, just off Soho Square for a delicious lunch – I never thought for one moment as I was tucking in to heaps of beans, curry and rice just off Oxford Street, that I might one day spend time in Bali on a regular basis, meditating and chanting this mantra to myself. It works for me.
‘Beautiful lady, please buy my postcards, please, please’. Darling girl at Besakih temple. I didn’t buy her postcards but I did give her a significant handout, probably the equivalent of 10 packs of postcards just because I’m an absolute sucker for sweet kids and flattery. I’m easy me.
Ah, that perfect Bintang moment. Hot and sweaty but happy to be lubricated and to have such a perfect vista. Mount Batur, Kintamani, Bali.
I love this picture taken at a ceremony at Goa Lawah. Obviously bored out of his mind, this young kid glances round to see what is happening. Nothing as it happened, just a few random tourists entranced and happy to have stumbled upon mid-week ceremony.
Detail on fishing boat in Sanur.
Old Jakarta, Fatahillah Square.
Wayang Museum, Jakarta.
This is probably my favourite photograph of the week. The view down the passage from the ladies toilets at Cafe Batavia with the sun streaming in through the blinds.