Tuesday 21 October 2014

Cock-a-doodle-do

I found that time in Nusa Lembongan can be easy be easily defined into two zones. The time the cockerels cry shrilly and constantly, each rallying to be the best soprano on the island, and the time you can hear the waves crashing on the beach. This equates to 5am - 7pm & 7pm - 5am.

I've never been in a place with so many cockerels, this must be the cock-fighting hub of the world. The loser dies by the blades taped to its opponents feet, or a cut throat razor.


The restaurant scene finishes here about 9.30pm, and I've often thought about releasing one of the cocks incarcerated in its bamboo dome. It perplexes me how these guys can be such fit fighters if they spend, to me the idle bystander, most of their time under a large wicker lid. They must have good lungs though as they crow repeatedly, piercing as tin whistles and as frequently as a phone being called by an irate lover. Maybe they are cajoling future opponents - teasing and threatening with their calls. Perhaps it is a call across peer groups for solidarity or compassion. Or in time old fashion it could be to attract the hens - of which I have seen none; they are probably fed up of this bravado and instead enjoy listening to the waves.

All day long.....

Fighting fit - allegedly



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