Our job Target: create a rich photo portfolio about Indonesia and Asia. Paolo will take the pictures and I will organize all the travels and trips.
We started at dawn to take pictures at the market in Klungkung. Obviously, the “official” photos are what Paul takes, but while the artist creates I enjoy with my mobile phone. Unfortunately I don’t chew enough of the local language to entertain in long conversations with native women, but it is only a matter of time!
Taman Kerta Gosa, witness of royal palaces of Klungkung kingdom, or what’s left after the arrival of the Dutch in 1908, is very nice and it has the restored frescoes of note.
Some shots there then the photo tour continues in the spectacular valley of Sidemen.
The rice fields and jungle around us. Up and down the narrow country lanes at one point appears before us an array of scooters sprung from nowhere. We go down intrigued, believing they have found a cerimony but … dozens and dozens of Balinese raised their hands to bet on their favorite roosters.
We are uninvited guests at a cock fighting. How lucky!
I sit on the steps. Paolo, mad no longer knows what to photograph.
There are frantic bettors, those who collect the money, a kind of jury that the gong sounds, the picturesque coaches and then they, of course, the roosters. Everything is pervaded by the smell of sweat and blood. I realize I’m the only woman present. I take some pictures too, smiling. I smile a lot. I feel two hundred eyes focused on me, it’s not a nice feeling, but do not even think to leave. One, two, three fights. The roosters have long beaks and spurs. You fight to the last blood, for the loser there is no escape! After an hour sounds a gong and everybody goes away. In three minutes the amphitheater empties and a moped column disappears among the rice paddies.
I would say that as the first official day of shooting on the Island of the Gods, is not bad !!