Lovina

Gusti deposited me at a nice guest house in Lovina, owned and run by a Dutch/Balinese couple and their daughter. The Dutch man said that Bali has something of a magical air to it, something he finds lacking in his return trips to Holland.


The dolphin statue, where the hawkers descended upon me like hawks, being that I was one of few tourists in town. A woman relentlessly tried to sell me T-shirts. I told her I'd buy one that said "I don't want to buy anything". They actually have one, that lists all of the things the wearer is not interested in buying. How odd.


Graffiti on the beach.


An interesting combination of services.


Always, in Bali, there's the sense of something spectacular happening just over the horizon. Mountains in the mist, the ocean. For instance, right now the evidence of the sunset that must be sensational, that I'm not witnessing. That's okay, though - I've seen many sunsets...


...I changed my mind. I guess I had one more in me.


I caught it at the tail end, but it was one of those with the clouds licking the mountains, the sun saying sayonara with shades of pink, blue, gold, hazel, the sea slurping on the shore, the smell of sand cooling and settling.