Some years ago, on the way to Dalung, we were transfixed by a small ceremony being enacted close to roadside. We were slightly elevated on the road and got a great view of proceedings.
It was apparent that a cow had calved in a small-holding owned by a lady who signalled her thanks to Dewa-Dewi Bali by performing a dance in honour of this great event; doubling her herd, more milk for her family and maybe further calves in the future. The dance, which lasted 10 minutes, just herself and Mum and Baby, was totally spontaneous, unaware of Bules loking on. A memory of memories; we drove on, having been warmed by a piece of pure, unedited Bali on our way.
Sentimental Badak