With every step I take along the road in this sleepy village of Amed, Bali, someone tries to lure me into a conversation. “Miss, you come in, I give you free drink.” “Hello, where you stay? Come sit, try free drink.” So far they have all been sitting under open-air, thatch-top pavilions that serve as … Read more

The knock came gently to my door promptly at 5:30 AM. “Hello, miss, you up?” I couldn’t help but laugh – and be glad I was already awake and downstairs in the bathroom. Otherwise, I never would have heard, much less wake up to this gentlest of knocks. My guide also laughed when I told … Read more

I am high up in the mountains of north-central Bali, jut outside the village of Munduk. At the moment, I am having dinner at an outdoor restaurant at Puri Lumbug Cottages, where I will spend the next two nights. The view is spectacular – massive mountains with mist clinging to their skirts and clouds kissing … Read more

Bali is soft. Bali is easy. Through the mist and rain I shoot photo after photo, convinced that if I could reach through the viewfinder of my camera to touch the terraced rice paddies they would feel like the softest down fur on a baby rabbit. If Eskimos have over one hundred names for different … Read more

I arrived in Bali last night and my guide, Wayan Sueta (pronounced Why-Ann) was at the airport to pick me up as promised. Peoples names are easy to remember because all Balinese have one of four names: Wayan, Made, Nyoman and Ketut, which stands for one, two, three and four. So if you are the … Read more