And I found some white flowers we call Kamboja here (usually found in the funeral, but Balinese wear them behind their ears), laying on the ground. I picked one and tried to pose like Balinese girl, but the wind was so naughty. It took my flower away, and I kept chasing it like a fool. Every my time reached out for it, it just went further. So I gave up and picked another one. And it stayed in my ear long enough until the camera clicked.