More Incarnations of Bali
Bali exists on the Web in many incarnations. The site, ‘The Best of Bali’, though inclined towards the tourist in its pages, has several fascinating articles about Bali. In particular the following link, here, will take you to images of Bali from early in the 20th century, the ‘old’ Bali. They date as far back as 1910. They are simply fascinating to peruse. Kasi encourages you to take a gander at these images. From maps and engravings circa 1910, to some aerial images from World War II, including rice fields, sunsets, street scenes, and a panoramic view of the Denpasar markets from 1984, its worth the time you will invest. Here as well, by way of Bali Expat Forum, are more pictures of ‘old Bali’.
‘The Best of Bali’ also has a fasinating article on Bali’s reputation as a tropical paradise, by Keith Loveard, here. The following is a quote from his article ‘The Paradise Paradox’:
“In 1937, Miguel Covarrubias wrote the seminal work Island of Bali. In it the Mexican author reckoned that the isle was “doomed to disappear under the merciless onslaught of modern commercialism and standardization.” Years later, the American anthropologist Margaret Mead came to much the same conclusion. Today’s jet-fresh tourists might well, too. In Kuta, confused, sun-burned visitors are hassled by day by sellers of cold drinks, copy watches and sunglasses and by night by touts pushing sex and drugs. Here Japanese and Australian girls can find instant romances with bronzed gigolos. In Ubud, tourists buy batik hangings that are rolled out like so much wallpaper. In fact, if tourists have any interest at all in Balinese culture, it is usually limited to buying mass-market folk art or attending a dance show, often at their hotel. Kids, bored with the thought of visiting yet another temple, want theme parks and water slides, such as the Kuta Water Bom park…
Even well-heeled Balinese would rather hang out at Kuta’s Hard Rock Cafe than watch a classical legong dance. “There is a very serious middle class here with money to spend,” says Stuart, an Australian who has made a good living from the tourist trade for the past 10 years. “Jakarta has its Taman Mini theme park. So why shouldn’t Bali have its own? These are diversions, whether you’re talking about parks or prostitutes. It’s what comes with money.”
And in yet another article on Ubud, here, by Jamie James we find these meticulous observations:
“No place in the world could be greener than Ubud. Everything here is green: the young rice fields glow a fluorescent shade of emerald; the thick curtains of foliage appear all the greener for the scarlet accents of ginger and hibiscus. Things that began another color – brick walls or pebble walkways – soon become green with shaggy moss. Even the air has a pale-green cast: the moisture suspended in it picks up the pervasive glow of the verdure. The Balinese have long called their island “the morning of the world.” It’s an extravagant phrase, but that morning I had an inkling of what they were talking about.
Another verbal extravagance, beloved of travel writers whose descriptive powers have deserted them, is the word “magical”; usually it’s just hyperbole for “especially pretty.” Yet there really is magic in Ubud. When Balinese people lose something, they consult a balian, a benign sort of sorcerer, who tells them where to find it. Balians can interpret dreams, cure sickness, go into trances, and speak in the voices of ancestors. And magic, in the form of the island’s unique religion, is at the core of Bali’s arts. A blend of Hinduism and nature worship, the Balinese religion is an ecstatic union of the spiritual and the aesthetic, reminiscent of the religion of ancient Greece. Bali’s famous trance dances, for example, suggest the rites of Bacchus: in one of the sanghyang dances two girls who are supposedly untrained in the dance’s intricate choreography go into a trance and, eyes firmly shut, move in perfect unison. The dance is named after the divine spirit that inhabits them.”