It was a glorious, dazzling and typically hot morning in Ubud when we set out to Pejeng for the rarest of celebrations; a once-in-a-lifetime Odalan (bi-annual temple festival), that is celebrated only once every 100 years. The women were dressed in Pantone-perfect yellowish-orange kebayas and sarongs, the priests all decked out in whites. An abundance of flowers and offerings were paraded around the village until they arrived finally at the family compound; and set out, in precise formations and layouts all around the family temple. Food and drink were served, then we waited for the music to begin and the dancers to arrive.
But alas, we’ve just entered Bali’s rainy season… with a vengeance.
Less than two hours after we first joined the procession, the clouds moved in. Rain drops were followed by heavy rains, then claps of thunder, slices of lightning – and the grounds around us began to flood, causing flip-flops and offerings to be swept away.
Before the rains came, while the sun still shone brightly over the procession; then cast a warm glow on the gathered relatives, priests and villagers, I managed to capture a few images… (more on my Flickr Foto Flow!)