Sitting in a pleasant warung one morning when I heard clanging of gongs and rhythm of drums; looked out to see a street procession . . . .
On asking the waitress I learned it was a cremation and I could go and see the ceremony on the beach just around the corner.
Come to Bali! Relax on the beaches. Witness cremations.
By the time I arrived the body had been taken down from its carriage; some of those in the procession were sheltering in the shade.
It’s thirsty work for the musicians who are given refreshments during a brief rest.
Others, reminded of the brevity of life, make the most of their stay here:
Gifts not laid out on the deceased are stored for more formal sacrifices or temple offerings.
Top layers of white sheets cover the corpse along with the gifts placed on him or her.
The top sheets are secured and the fuel prepared in position….
It’s been a busy morning. You can see an earlier cremation still smouldering . . . .
One last offering of a cup of water is dropped on to the parched body — this one was luckier (certainly poorer) than Dives. . . .
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