leaving bali...

after 2 weeks and an amazing time riding around bali i made my way west to go to the island java.. the farther west i got the more beautiful and rural it was.. lots of beautiful rice terraces and small villages.. signs of tourists became more and more infrequent and i would often stop to watch the people working in the rice fields which were typically elder people with their cone shaped hats covering their bowed heads.. i was intrigued by them because they didnt notice anything but what they were doing, they would never look up and seemed to be in another world just working and working endlessly with not a worry or care.. i was wondering what they would have thought of me, if anything at all, as we are from 2 completely different worlds...

i was going to camp on my last night in bali, but because my stomach was a mess and it was rainy i got a cheap bungalow.. it was a really great home-stay in the middle of nowhere with a nice family.. the bungalow was raised on stilts and overlooked rice terraces, it was one of the most peaceful places i had ever been.. it consisted of a thin mattress, a fan, and a hanging mosquito net and it was the best sleep ive had in indonesia.. with the dripping water from the fields and the constant array of insect sounds i slept for nearly 12 hours total, but did wake up frequently to use the kamar kecil (squat toilet)....