As I drive my bike up Jalan Tamblingan, five Bali dogs race across the road, not looking both ways, each on the tail of the former, tongues wagging, ears flapping, flying down the lane toward Sindhu Beach. It has been raining heavily and now the shop owners are out on the walk, sweeping leaves and twigs and petals to the gutter. The air smells of curry and onion and motor oil and rain. Three schoolgirls tiptoe through a puddle and a car passes by and splashes water and they scream and hug one another and laugh and then run and the dogs come flying back up Tamblingan, the same dog still in the lead. while the dark browed thunderclouds scrutinize the scene. One wonders whether it will rain again.
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