All three of us ladies are cool and comfortable in a large air-conditioned car. We are being driven into Ubud by Wayan, part owner of Lily Lane Villas. It's our last shopping morning and we are women on a mission. I want yoga pants, and a particular pendant I've seen somewhere on Hanuman Road.
As we round the first corner, we are buzzed by two young men on a motor bike. The one in front has both hands on the handlebars, a miracle in itself in 'casually ride your bike' Bali. He has a surgical mask pulled down under his chin, and a cigarette stuck in his mouth. The end, fed by the air streaming past, is glowing bright orange.
None of us say anything for a few moments, and then we all burst out at once.
"Did you see?"
"That boy with the cigarette-"
My voice is the loudest, and wins out. "Of course you want a face mask to protect you from car pollution, and then pull it down for a ciggie. Because that doesn't harm your lungs at all."
I am the queen of sarcasm.
It's only on the 5.5 hour trip home on the plane that I think of this image again. I've been on the back of a few Bali motor bikes in my time, sans face mask. Results: chapped lips, wind burn, sun burn, runny nose from car fumes, occasional bug in my teeth.
Yeah, fair enough, bike boy, you need a face mask.
Photo: Ubud Bikers - Ubud, Bali, Indonesia _ Ben Godrey