A long view…

Place of dying Talking to my drum teacher whilst I was making a djembe with him, he mentioned that he had always thought that he would die in Mali. Cos that’s were he grew up, that’s where he is from. But now he has family in Australia, he believes he will die here. And he…

Diving in…reflecting on reflections.

I am drawn to reflections…to the reflected images on other surfaces.  Trees on still water. Lights on wet roads. City lights on the Yarra.  I try to get the perfect photo that reflects these reflections back at me from the screen of my phone. It is as if there is a secret, parallel world behind…

Bali food

Sanur All the restaurants seem to cater for the Western palate. I did find a little warung on the beach where I had Tipat Tahu. Compressed steamed rice cake chopped up and served with vegetables and peanut sauce..sort of like a Gado Gado. Very simple and yummy. Candi Dasa Warung Delima (De5) just down from…

Ubud meanderings

It takes a couple of picollos‚Äč at my favourite‚Äč coffee joint, Ubud Coffee Roastery, to finish my blog. I’m not really sure how to fill the rest of the day. I knew I didn’t want to do a tour or sit in a car. I was going to hire a bike but my search of…

Ubud – Pasar Pagi, a hike, knives and a drum

My second full day in Ubud was a long day, a day that just kept on giving. I awoke early, before six, with plans to visit the local market, Pasar Pagi. Unfortunately I awoke to an absolute tropical downpour. I rollover and sleep for another half hour, then decide it must be done, a bit…

Ubud – kites and monkeys

Ubud is an interesting place. A vibrant and historical place, a place of contrast, of unique architecture, quiet streets, many, many tourist shops. Market stall after market stall selling identical sarongs and big wooden penises. Good food at reasonable prices. Modern Balinese food. Over priced food. Cheap cart food. Many, many places selling cheap watered-down…

Candi Dasa

Candi Dasa has not changed much in the last five years. A small town split in two by a main access road with no obvious speed limit. Many of the small warungs are still there with the same table cloths and happy smiling cooks. Some of the resorts are in a state of disrepair, including…

Sunday morning in Sanur

I am up early to visit Pasar Pagi, the morning market where the locals shop. I park my sepeda with all the scooters under direction of the Parkir man with his stern whistle. The market is nice, clean and friendly but the few people I ask if I can take their photo decline. At the moment…

Taman Festival Bali

My second morning in Sanur began with a run in with a local card shark come magician come money thief AKA money changer. So I made the mistake of going into one of the small places on the street cos his rates were good. He counted out the money, card style, on the table once….

Sanur

I wasn’t sure what to expect with Sanur. It wasn’t my first choice of places to spend three nights before drumming started but it is how things worked out. We visited here on our first trip to Bali, many years ago and it was, from memory, a small out station to Kuta with a couple…

Drumming as an analogy for life

I realise as I drive home from what is probably my 15th, or 16th or possibly even more, drum camp over a roughly 12 year period that drumming has taught me a lot about life. As well as the obvious joy of learning a musical instrument, drumming teaches respect, humility, patience, strength, pride, and so…