1 December 1985

When the main street of Kuta was still a bit rough and you had to watch out you didn’t step into an open sewer drain on the footpath. The rice fields were only just off the main drag.

It stopped raining and I walked up to bemo corner, then found a parallel back lane and came back along it. Didn’t see one tourist. A lot of Balinese, especially children, playing and flying kites. Everyone saying “Hello. Where are you going?”