If you're not smoking one of these sweetly scented sticks, then you'd be surely passively smoking about 10 at any one time in the streets of Bali. These clove ciggarette's are one of many idiosyncrasies that personify Bali as the place we know it. It would be almost impossible to name them all - and I guess that's what makes Bali such a mess; a sensory overload.
After weeks of cold, depressing and disheartening weather on the west coast of Australia then straight into the warm water and wind of Qld and now Bali, it's hard to imagine being cold ever again! Apart from the cocoon of my air conditioned hotel room and the taxis to and from the beach, I've been sweating uncontrollably like a pedophile in a playground (too far? haha.) Even at that extreme I'd probably rather being hot then cold... Anyway here's some pics from the last two days...oh yeah, waves...haven't been too many just yet! But who cares when you're in Bali
