Honey Makes You Happy

I did a deal with this old grey gentleman who was selling honey on the streets of Ubud in Bali, Indonesia. Even though we spoke to each other, we could not understand a word the other was saying. By using facial expressions and elaborate hand movements, the gentleman soon understood that I would buy a bottle of honey if he let me take his picture. As if he had been instructed, he sat up and gazed straight down the barrel of my camera. I let the camera do the talking. I then handed him a substantial crisp rupiah note. He handed me the honey, but I gave it back. I gently touched his shoulder and continued on my merry way. I looked back and saw that he was still looking at the money I’d given him. Hooray.  

 

Two Fur Coats

A ROMANTIC INTERLUDE I overheard in the jungle in Ubud, Bali, Indonesia:
“I’ll never forget the day I saw you swinging through the jungle in your leopard-skin speedos. Oh, you looked so manly.”
“Ah yes, I remember. On that very day I was chasing after Tarzan. I wanted to be his side-kick, so I had to get rid of Cheeta.”
“And when you gave me that bunch of bananas I fell in love.”
“A lovely memory. How about we swing into town and have dinner at a fancy restaurant to celebrate our wedding anniversary.”
“Oh my darling, that would be wonderful. I’m in the mood for satays with lashings of peanut sauce and a couple of banana fritters.”
“Just for a change, I might have the steak, egg and chips.”
“Do we need to wear our Sunday best?”
“Certainly not – it wouldn’t be a wise move for any manager to kick anyone out who wears an expensive fur coat.”