To the right on the patterned pullover spot, there are Edy and my friend Susan. And across the street, Susan and I ate at a restaurant that overlooked the rice terraces. As you can see in the background, many farmers were burning their trash or fields or both. While in Bali, I could smell something burning a lot of the time. When it was coconut shells, it usually meant I was going to enjoy a delicious fresh fish for dinner. :)
By the way, the rice in Bali is absolutely delicious. While I ate here, I sampled the brown rice, but traditionally, I ate white rice. The rice usually came on the plate in a very decorative manner. Most of my food shots from the trip were with my phone, so I'll have to see about developing some of those for here.
