I've decided not to go to Bali anymore. Not for a while. I love Bali, I always have a great time there. I just think it's time for me to see more of Indonesia. I've also begun to feel a little uncomfortable in Bali, and I can't put my finger on exactly what it is. It's not the people, they are so warm and lovely. It might be something in the fact that what I love about Bali is Balinese culture, and my growing awareness that I probably have never really seen it, despite having been there many times. I think Balinese people have a very rich private life that tourists con themselves into thinking they partake in. I wonder how much of what we see as tourists is performed for us and how much is real. It's probably both. I don't think we are owed anything and I don't think we have the right to truly be a part of it, but something about the way in which tourists use Balinese culture and people as props to make their lives look more interesting makes me uncomfortable. This is a generalisation and it is very cynical, I know.
In a completely unrelated aside, these are the only images I got from the only non-iphone camera that I brought with me on this trip. It stopped working after two rolls of film, I left it in Bali with a friend and it magically started working again when I got back to Melbourne. But of course.