Bali on Parade
Trip Start Jun 02, 2007
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Yet the culture is also uniquely Balinese. It is predominantly Hindu-married women wear white bindis between their brows, and men wear headwraps or flowers in their hair. The manifestations of worship are evident everywhere. Statues of gods and goddesses lounge under trees or fiercely guard entrances to temples to scare away evil spirits. They coil and twist through the trees, outward manifestations of all our hopes and fears.
At an internet café in Kuta, I paused from my messaging on facebook to watch a girl standing before an altar on the wall, made like a chair for an invisible miniature god to sit in
While this was a quiet testament to the culture of Bali, by far its most exuberant display was the parade for Bali Fashion Week.
The parade began as I sipped an iced cappuccino in a local Indian restaurant. Bringing up the front were the village elders, men chanting and dancing with traditional Balinese sarongs wrapped around their waists, black and white checks symbolizing the balance of good and evil.
Behind them trailed a train of frolicking human creatures, a fantastical spectacle like a Caribbean Carnival, in costumes bursting with feathers, mirrors, shower hoses and other recycled objects used in the most innovative ways. Every face was a marvel of artistry, with sparkling eyes and megawatt smiles appearing in the midst of painted swirls and glitter. They emanated a glorious, exuberant energy that caught the crowd like a brush fire all the way down the street--the essence of the Indonesian spirit at its best.
The flames of enthusiasm flew even higher at the sight of four fly-girls in black bondage gear on the back of a truck, a dancing advertisement for Mr. Dolphin tattoo studios, complete with a giant replica of a tattoo needle
Bringing up the rear of the grand finale was a troupe of Indonesian punk rockers, pierced, tattooed and gelled, one in a full-on Mohawk the likes of which I haven't seen since the punk rock days of London. When they saw my camera trained on them, they took their eyes off the girls for a moment to pose.
The sacred, the fantastical, the sensual, the zany...Bali is where the west and the east meet to create a culture so rich and colourful, it has made the island singularly unique in Indonesia, and the rest of the world.