wanderings & wonderings

Bali. October 7th 2005. Six days after the second bombings. I arrived at Denpasar airport from Singapore in the late evening at a time when the airport is usually buzzing. How very different this night. The usual thirty-minute queue at Immigration was just a memory. Instead I walked straight through, the customary jovial banter and laughter with the officials replaced with intense words about the bombings and gratitude for still visiting their beautiful island. The baggage ha

I wandered into a dark broom-cupboard of a second-hand bookshop in Ubud, Bali a while ago. As I crossed its musty threshold I was ...