Wind and rain at Uluwatu were a lot like at Twelve Apostles - it was nice and powerful until I read the report that 12 people died from landslides at Kintamani. May their souls be remembered in prayer, and may all stay safe and healthy for a long time 🙏🏼
A Photo Essay of My Friend Dewi - Part III: Not the best picture (sea salt crusted hair is not a good look) but one of my favourite ones of this trip, one of my fondest memories. Look, we even smile the same! An earnest conversation, a simple heart-to-heart, a friendly moment amidst the commercialisation, commodification, selfie-ing tourists and crying skies. This is my friend Dewi/Wayan 👭
A Photo Essay of My Friend Dewi - Part II: So here we are, the big Kaypoh and the hapless woman rocking a Superdry hoodie. We had a good old chat about cultures, weather patterns, socio-economic climates, how Balinese people have 2 names, an impressive lineage of 10 siblings etc. She was my fashion consultant and picked out colours that suit me when I eventually bought some accessories from her (she didn't even ask me to buy). Best of all, she gave me whatever price I quoted without haggling - truly a first for me in any South-east Asian country. Just a lot of smiles, more giggles and mutual motivation of a brighter future.
A Photo Essay of My Friend Dewi - Part I: It was all sorts of rainy as usual and we made a last ditch attempt to go to the beach to prove that we did indeed go to Bali. This was just outside Ku De Ta; the ocean was swollen and roaring. There were many locals selling trinkets, quoting ridiculously high prices. All but one attempted at making our sale. I half admired the really grey and drab scenery then turned around to leave when I saw this sight. This photo evokes so many mixed feelings - even looking at it now. There sat a woman looking utterly forlorn yet adorable, half-hearted in touting her wares and perhaps just thinking really hard what to have for dinner 🤔 I was very tickled for some reason and really wanted to talk to her. #kaypoh