There was a hot wind blowing across Bali today. It rustled up memories of Australian summers, especially growing up on the edge of the desert in Perth, Western Australia, where at any moment on a still day, the afternoon could serve you up a faceful of blustery bone-dry wind.
Which got me thinking that at this time of year, we'd usually be planning for Bali's best-weather months with book-ended visits of our friends from Australia to forestall the coming winter blues, or from Europe and Asia for their languid summer breaks.
But the Bali of this moment is empty. It feels like along with those dry winds there should be tumbleweeds snaking down the streets.
I know it can be hard to imagine from far away what ‘empty’ really means for Bali so I took a video of the heart of Seminyak in the middle of the day. None of the usual bumper to bumper traffic, the cacophony of horns, the street hustle. And what this emptiness means is no work, no income… hardship.
We know for many of you, your pockets are as empty as these streets. But if you are able, please help Bali.