I announced firmly, "I want to wash my hands AND FLUSH THE
Sana smiled, like a mother encouraging a backward child, "Later,
first to see garden."
i want but 1 was talking to myself, my houseboy was already outside.
garden was indeed something to look at. It swept away in irregular
terraces to stop at the top of a
swimming pool, its curved ledges repeating the pattern of the
sawahs across the river, its surface lightly sprinkled with frangipanni
dropped from an overhanging tree.
river and a pool - then why no water in the bathroom? Back again
in the bungalow, all was made clear. Rather, it was the water in
my bathroom "tank" that was so clear i hadn't seen itl
that my conducted tour of the grounds, followed by a glass of the
local rice wine, had sufficiently braced me to hear the
of the plumbing system, Sana explained that the white-tiled tank
was filled daily by the water boys, who carried it, two buckets
at a time, up three flights of steps from the spring in the corner
of the garden and poured it carefully through a spout hidden in
i needed hot water, just remember ting ting ting on the kul kul
and he would bring it from the big urn in the kitchen.
Australia", sighed Sana, looking wistfully at the shower bag,
"other guests tell me bathrooms very good, with hot and cold
guest", 1 assured him, "prefers Bali bathrooms - with
hot and cold walking water."