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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