Dewa Putra: 50 Faces 50 Lives
17 February 2020 | 50 Faces 50 Lives
I’m in Bali and I’ve found the person who will be my driver for my 2 week stay. The first trip is to a local shopping mall. As he skillfully navigates the insane traffic with an air of quiet and calm he is warm and friendly without being too familiar. (Case in point he doesn’t say..”Where is your husband?”- an all too frequent question in this communally focused culture. Westerners get offended, yet it seems a very normal question here in Bali. I always want to say..he’s a Russian spy and I can’t talk about it…!) But I don’t.
I have very clearly defined selection criteria for the driver I will entrust with my life in this traffic maelstrom.
No 1: Don’t kill me. There are motorbikes, cars, building materials carried on bicycles and chickens in bamboo containers riding side-saddle. Shirtless, tattooed westerners weave among the throng; helmet optional. “Beep and Go” is the only road rule in Bali. Dewa gets me to the Discovery Mall in Kuta in the comfortable, shiny black SUV. I feel like a princess. He laughs.