Tom, Carl, and Ric in the back of the pickup, me in front, we slowly made our way along the steep, pocketed, dirt roads. As we passed through the small villages, all the children would run to the road to wave and say hello to us. We were definitely a novelty! The dry season has begun, but everything is still lush and green, though by the end, it will all be brown. The most prevalent money crop is tobacco, which seemed to be growing well in the low lands, flooded in the wet season. They also harvest nuts from small planted trees that is pressed into oil. The cliffs and high plateaus are suitable for grazing - water buffalo, sheep and cows herded by weather beaten old men and young boys, a young sister in the mix. I don't think any of us were able to photograph the wonderful image of a woman walking along the road with a basket full of red and yellow chili peppers balanced on her head. The Sasak like their food hot!
The trade winds blow strongly from the southeast this time of year making the surf giant and out of control, amazing to watch from the cliffs. Down on the beach the pounding surf had smoothed these shells to look like eyeballs looking back at me. A beautiful old button caught my eye - bet it has a story to tell! We had a few tense moments when the truck got stuck, but Ric, taking over the wheel, was able to ease it out with Tom, Carl and Super pushing, burned up clutch avoided.
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