Just finished breakfast with one Continental and one Balinese choice. Slept well last night after a gruelling and humid afternoon walk. The hotel guests around us are from Europe, Asian and may be even American or Australian – difficult to make out unless one talks to people. No one seemed interested in getting to know others, just like any other place in large hotels and restaurants around the world. I tried to imagine myself sitting alone in a different country and in a place like this. Was not a very pleasant idea. But then I am the product of the sixties and seventies Kolkata, Bengal, India. The sense of kinship bothered and made us feel safe at the same time. We are living in a different world now. This brings me to an interesting discussion that I had with my historian daughter during breakfast. We have seeing individuals (specially white) searching for spirituality in Bali through rituals and yoga and
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