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Padangbai, East Bali, Indonesia

There was something so genuine about the children we met on the beach that day. It was uncertain to me just how much or little they had, but they asked for nothing and instead rewarded us with their natural Balinese spirit and exuberant love of life. I liked the idea of shooting down on this angel, as the sand became a canvas with
little footsteps as its paint.

SBR

 

Air Terjun Gitgit, North Bali, Indonesia

“One-thou-sand-ru-pi-ah.” It was obviously all she knew how to say to us, and she was certainly persistent. On the long, winding descent to the base of the Gitgit waterfall, we had breezed past innumerable souvenir vendors begging for a sale, but only this little one left her mother’s stand to follow
us all the way down. She tugged at our shirts as she softly chanted the cost of her necklaces (about 10 cents), raising her voice in desperation when we turned to leave. This was nothing new to us in Bali, and although that face was hard to resist, resist we did. Still, her voice haunted me for hours.

LS