tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3044670459113231511.post-27351635838335582052007-06-09T00:36:00.000-07:002007-06-09T01:27:28.805-07:00<div style="text-align: justify;"><a href="http://www.bali-travelshop.com/bali_island.htm">Bali Age, Trunyan Village</a><br />The small boat rocked precariously as i scrambled out onto the rickety wooden landing stage and walked the few meters to the entrance of the tiny cemetery.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shrouded by the broad canopy and trailing branches of a towering tree, the stone step and narrow split gate were almost hidden from sight.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A pair of green painted statues, the cemetery guardians, surveyed me silently as i entered their domain. The air was clammy, and the atmosphere heavy and eerie. Ducking through the undergrowth, I briefly recoiled as I was greeted by a macabre collection of about fifty skulls, artfully arranged upon a moss-encrusted altar.<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span> <br /></div>tutihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00290467157663236989noreply@blogger.com