West Coast Part I

Sand, it's pretty.

I have to say I'm always drawn to the act of fishing as long as I'm not the one fishing. It's like say, marveling at the beauty of Peggy's Cove though I'd never live there, ever, even if you paid me to. He was walking back from fishing as the sun set, while another fisherman does something in the background which I can't discern.

Tanah Lot Temple, supposedly the work of a 15th century priest Niratha, it recently underwent a restoration to restore some of the rock which had been eroded by the ocean. Of note there is a holy snake which resides there, and a spring of holy water. The holy snake is in a hole, dug in sand, covered by a flat rock which shows signs that it was recently moved to allow you, upon donation, to view it. That said, it would seem that the resting place of said snake is rebuilt each day as it is below high tide and anyone who builds from sand knows the durability of one's creation. Though, in general, I believe it isn't wise to question a holy snake's ability to make a sand structure impervious to the laws of entropy, I do have my doubts to the providence of this particular snake. Which brings me to the holy water. To preempt your question, yes I drank it, and paid to do so yet, the experience is more than the sum of its parts. Not only did I get to quench my thirst, I also received a blessing, some rice placed in the center of the eyes and a frangipani flower in the hair. These are all traditional accouterments in Balinese spirituality which were bestowed upon me by a kind and short old man.

Bikes of all type are used here, and the old ones are the nicest to see.

Central to the Balinese culture is the rice field, so here's another.