Monthly Archives: November 2011
The Cock Fight…
This is Part III of a three-part story. For Part I (The Cock Meeting), click here. For Part II (The Prelude), click here. ~ One bout had just finished when I approached the group of men who were intently focused
The Cock Fight…
This is Part III of a three-part story. For Part I (The Cock Meeting), click here. For Part II (The Prelude), click here. ~ One bout had just finished when I approached the group of men who were intently focused
The Prelude…
This is Part II of a three-part story. To read Part I (The Cock Meeting), click here. ~ I sat across from an elaborately decorated compound. It had been the site of much traffic for days. On my daily ride
The Prelude…
This is Part II of a three-part story. To read Part I (The Cock Meeting), click here. ~ I sat across from an elaborately decorated compound. It had been the site of much traffic for days. On my daily ride
The Cock Meeting…
“Did you kill Gadhafi?” was the first question asked of me as I stumbled upon a casual yet organized meeting of men on the side of a dirt village road. “Gadhafi’s dead?” was my first response. Obviously the first time
The Cock Meeting…
“Did you kill Gadhafi?” was the first question asked of me as I stumbled upon a casual yet organized meeting of men on the side of a dirt village road. “Gadhafi’s dead?” was my first response. Obviously the first time
Things People Carry on Their Heads…
Since arriving in Bali, I have yet to cease to be fascinated with the carrying method of choice here: the human head. A basket full of offerings or a large bundle of twigs or plant matter is a common sight.
Things People Carry on Their Heads…
Since arriving in Bali, I have yet to cease to be fascinated with the carrying method of choice here: the human head. A basket full of offerings or a large bundle of twigs or plant matter is a common sight.
