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Published: April 6th 2010
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As promised, Mr. Oka came to pick me up right after breakfast for my custom-made tour of Western Bali. As we left the hotel, he mumbled something like “I show you something something wood”. Uh? You want to show me a piece of wood? Ummm … okay sure. Had I not already met Mr. Oka, I would have been scared of being kidnapped and sold to the highest bidder but I having already spent a good ...
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