Meanwhile we have learned that a two-week workshop on 'palpable forgiveness' will be held next week at an ashram across the road. We had been chatting to an older lady who has flown from the US to attend. Her mobility is not wonderful, and she has never been to Bali before, so it's been quite a journey for her. Last night, while we were having dinner, an Australian man checked in. Tall, salt-of-the-earth, practical sort of fellow. You'd take him for a farmer. Left his home in a NSW country town more than 12 hours earlier, and was dressed 'properly' - in other words, not Bali style. Friendly, outgoing in that way we Australians are, and not the most likely person you would imagine to be attending an ashram. But that's why he's here he tells us, and he too is a Bali virgin. By breakfast, he had found his shorts and was deep in conversation with the US lady. They had both been to the chanting earlier in the morning.
I had judged this particular book by his cover, and how wrong I was. People never fail to surprise.
Next Wednesday is a public holiday. Bali will be electing a new governor and the banners spruiking the virtues and promises of the various candidates are flying. Not so much on this side of town, but certainly all along the road to Denpasar. Unusually, too, on
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