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TWAS THE NIGHT BEFORE CHRISTMAS IN BALI (after Clement Clarke Moore) Twas the night before Christmas And in the villa on Rubbish Lane Way Not a creature was stirring, not even a tokay. The listrik was mati and all the … Continue reading
(Mark on left with Rob Nichols on the Nusa Dewata, Telos, circa early days God knows when. Classic Mark, always upbeat with that delightful and sometimes mischievous grin and full of hugs)
After many moons and two shoulder surgeries, I’m back with occasional posts. Shall we talk about Bali’s surf schools?
The Snake Lady lived high on a sinuous ridge, her lair hidden by day but illuminated at night by bright lights. The background hills looked straight out of the Stone Age, but a shiny road wound through them, lined by … Continue reading
On New Year’s Eve, when the midnight firecracker bombs of the village youth were exploding all around the house and rattling windows and my brain, something shook loose and plopped into both my consciousness and conscience. Why, it was a … Continue reading
This is weird. Truly, a weirdliness beyond words. For several days now, I’ve been trying to get this post written on the Mystical Wave of Snake Lady Ridge. I know we were there. This is an absolute fact. We did … Continue reading