as the sound of motor tempel buzzing around the ears, we passed many boat houses with dimly lights inside. it was still dawn, but people were starting to get alive. you can see the interactive of life of human and water along the river. bathing, brushing, doing what they need to do.

the kids were just simply jumping into the river, from afar sounds of people were heard -- kids laughter were like inuendo to the continuity of the buzzing motor.

one small sampan passed. then another one simply brushing the way to the one just passed.

the more we went, the more sampans we saw.

the lights creeped slowly through the thick clouds. it was enough to give us a different panoramas then we used to see.

it wasn't bali anymore. it was just different.

a different perspective of life.