For over a week, I was in Bali - mostly in a gated resort community taking part in that whole UNFCCC thing you heard about on the news. But there was a little bit of time to explore after, when Rick and I left a conference field trip to Nusa Penida Island (we did not leave the tour while *on* the island, a decision on the part of the organizers that we were not particularly keen on.) So we got to rent a room in a guest house in the middle of rice paddies.
I don't have time to tell you much more while sitting here in this discount terminal in Kuala Lumpur, waiting for a delayed flight to be called. I've lost Rick somewhere, but skype tells me he's online. He's working a lot, so I find myself on my own a lot. My favourite was in the middle of the aforementioned rice paddy, where I sat on the veranda in the dark listening to the frogs, and then got a foot massage from an old Balinese named Jede while the guest house owner chatted with me about the rainy season. Last night, I went out and hired a van to take me back to resortland to pick up our left baggage while Rick was working on-line, and had a fascinating conversation with driver. It's one advantage, I guess - I talk to more people this way.