Couldn't go back to sleep. Usually can by following breath. Got up. 3am. At 8am I was sitting with laptop appropropriately on my lap when a voice called out. It was Komang, our driver for longer hauls. Someone had accidentally asked him to come today Thursday instead of coming Monday to take us to the airport. I won't reveal who made this careless error as it would embarrass her.
Komang lives an hour away and rather than just pay him decided to go to the market and ATM at the BNI bank an hour walk from here. For almost four years we lived near there and I'd walk to the morning market, Sindhu Pasar, a couple of times a week and miss it. Katrinka went too. It was good to see the old friends at their stalls. We returned home with three liters of fresh coconut water, mangoes, papaya, local and New Zealand apples, pineapple, shallots, three types of ginger, costly vanilla sticks, ginger flowers, ten sticks of cinnamon, and some small ceramic bowls, and a bunch of Indonesian Rupia, taking advantage of the high dollar to get the loot now in case it goes back down to what was normal.
Katrinka had no dates and I was most satisfied with what I'd gotten done work-wise recently. Komang was there. We decided to make a day of it. Where to go?
Image is Pasar Sindhu. More tomorrow.