Bali Age, Trunyan Village
The small boat rocked precariously as i scrambled out onto the rickety wooden landing stage and walked the few meters to the entrance of the tiny cemetery.
The small boat rocked precariously as i scrambled out onto the rickety wooden landing stage and walked the few meters to the entrance of the tiny cemetery.
Shrouded by the broad canopy and trailing branches of a towering tree, the stone step and narrow split gate were almost hidden from sight.
A pair of green painted statues, the cemetery guardians, surveyed me silently as i entered their domain. The air was clammy, and the atmosphere heavy and eerie. Ducking through the undergrowth, I briefly recoiled as I was greeted by a macabre collection of about fifty skulls, artfully arranged upon a moss-encrusted altar.
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