""I Rode Through Denpasar & Lived!""
A T shirt bearing the above inscription in red was my only souvenier of my day in this town, the principal city on the tropical island of the Bali. It reminded me of India. Great poverty everywhere. Every shadowed alleyway filled with market stalls and covered by overhanging awnings against the baking sun, awash with the garulous chatter of locals and tourists. The traffic was 70% bicycles, mopeds, scooters and small light motorcycles.