Bali – The Prologue “chak ke-chak ke-chak ke-chak” The chants that had begun as a hum rose to a crescendo. We watched entranced as the bare chested men swayed their upper bodies rhythmically to the beat. The coconut oil lamp, set in the middle of the stage, flickered in glee. The orange glow of the setting sun smeared the sky with a gory hue as Sita fainted in the evil clutches of Ravana, the King of Demons. The spotlights illuminating Uluwatu’s ramparts glistened on Ravana’s specter as he bared his…
