Several children are already stars—one girl recently won a scholarship to study for free in Denpasar. Another younger boy has gone with other performing Balinese dancers to Singapore in recent years—not bad for a 14 year old, who dances to Christian tales normally—i.e. not the traditional myths of Hinduism.
The members of the Agung family apologized many times for their humble lifestyle but were just as gracious as hosts as one would expect of royalty or Bedouin tribes.
The Agungs indicated that they were pleased that I had arrived in time for church after coming 50 km on very winding roadways—and not getting lost along the way.
I explained, “I got here so fast because I really don’t know how to brake the motor bike well. This was only the second time I have driven a motorcycle and that first one was an automatic. This motor bike had gears that I had to shift with feet and hands—so learning to brake was just one of a number of things on my mind.”
ON TO PALISARI
I soon thanked my humble hosts and asked for them to pray that I wouldn’t kill myself motor biking back to Medewi. (It was particularly stressful as in Kuwait I drive on the right side of the road but in Indonesia one drives on the left. So, I not only had to worry about shifting gears and braking that Sunday on a motorbike, but I needed to make certain at all times that I didn’t suddenly head into oncoming traffic.)
On my way back to Negara, I saw the turnoff to Palasari, the Catholic village, so I headed back up towards the mountains.
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