We spent our last day in Bali by hiring a driver and heading to the overlook near the top of the volcanoes. Before us lay a sky blue lake bracketed by two peaks hidden under misty crowns. We had no sooner exited our vehicle with camera in hand than we were assaulted by a flock of vendors selling everything from sarongs to sunglasses. One fellow with a wood carving in hand kept asking, “fisherman, fisherman?” As if he was unsure what it was he was clutching and needed a Westerner’s opinion. After a buffet lunch in a restaurant crowded by a Jakarta tour group we headed down the south slope to Denpensar and the international airport. There, veiled Muslim women gazed at our shorts and giggled amongst themselves. At the departure area we waited for our
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