As of this week I am a resident of Gang Elang 30 in Batubulan, on the outskirts of Denpasar, the largest city on the Indonesian island of Bali. I have a single room that sits above an open-air rehearsal space filled with various instruments. A gentle breeze blows in my balcony door for most of the day (apparently this is kite flying season).
This is my room
This is where music groups practice directly beneath my room
This is my street. It looks like there has been a lot of development here in the last few years but there are still a few rice paddies left in the neighborhood.
My comfort zone right now extends from my bed to the edges of the walled family compound and then down to the end of my street. At the warung (food stall) there, I at least know the names of the foods they serve and how much it costs. Beyond that is all mystery: unknown roads going to unknown places where some stranger is trying to sell me a lift on his motorbike (“transport!?”). Bit by bit I am learning to feel my way around. All for now.