“ The priest, also in white with a giant pink hibiscus flower in the front of his hedacloth, sat in front of the altars.He chanted strange words, rang a long-handled brass bell, moved his hands through graceful gestures. From time to time he sprinkled flowers or holy water from a glass jar over shallow baskets of flowers, green leaves and brilliantly coloured rice cakes spread out in front of him.
Lousie G. Koke, ‘Our Hotel in Bali’, January Books, p.43
