Rain, Square, Mama and Son Jam
When it rains, it really just pours in Bali.
You either take shelter or you get soaking wet.
We took shelter at the public square where the people of Ubud relax in the afternoons and play music on the instruments available.
After I put Dinbit down for a nap ...
and Buchela finished running around...
He set us up for a mother - son drum jam.
And we drummed and drummed and drummed until the rain went away.
















