A truck pulls up, the tailgate is undone and out jump about 100 ducks. They head straight for the recently harvested rice paddy and start eating - duck heaven. Their minder has a stick with a white flag on top, and every night they'll follow that stick to a shelter he's set up in a corner of the field. The field gets fertilized, the weeds and bugs get eaten and the ducks get fattened for market.
We're hanging out with Ian's sister who knows the best places to buy everything after living here for 3 months-we're whipping through the shopping list.
There's a concert happening on the soccer field tonight. The dignitaries fancy chairs are set up under a white gazebo, the stage lighting is on, the sound check is done, the gamelan has warmed up, just waiting for the band and an audience. Apparently it's an anti-drug promo. We'll hear it from our room so might as well sit here in comfort and listen.
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