In July 1995 I returned to Indonesia with full intentions of
travelling through each province of the great island, Sumatra. I would
spend a week in Bali, a few days in Central Java with friends, then
head further westward.
The first week turned into 11 days, spent mostly with my friends in Bugbug, the next village East from Candi Dasa. My friend Pak Nengah Binder was very sick with what was either an enemy's black magic, or cancer, or both, or something else. The whole extended family was involved, distraught, desperate. . .
My friend Suati and her husband Nengah were having difficulties with her second pregnancy, and money.
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