I never thought much about it before, but rice is pretty cool looking when it grows. The fertile volcanic soil of Bali has made rice a central dietary staple. The island's steep terrain resulted in an intricate irrigation system locally called subak which manages water storage and drainage for the terraces. The sounds of the water running along the ditches breaks the stillness of the evening. We pass a number of small shrines where offerings are placed to ensure a good outcome of rice yields.
Along the way we have to step to the side to let a passing motor bike, or ten, share the path, tricky...interesting coconut heads adorn a fence like scarecrows or jungle Gods guarding the rice fields against something I don't want to know about.
As we reached the end of the path, the sounds of a Gamelan performance was somewhere close by. I laughed because it reminded me of the Blue Man Group, the sound was so familiar, and so strange to hear Blue Man music in such an exotic place. I will never think of them in quite the same way ever again...
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