| THE 
              BULL RACES AT NEGARATime is a universal commodity
"Dahlings 
              I have the most exciting news for you all. There'sbeen positively nothing like it since they discovered the wheel.
 Yes, I truly mean that. By the merest chance I just happened to 
              be
 with my masseur - you know - Ketut, that divine boy with those gorgeous 
              big eyes
 and those lovely long fingers. Well, anyway, there I was with my 
              masseur - after all these fat-making Asian meals, we have to think 
              of our figures, don't we I daren't THINK
 
 
 
 what I'd be like without my daily work-out with Ketut. I don't mind 
              being big in some places, dahlings; - but one has to draw the line 
              somewhere."
 Geoff momently paused for breath and eyed the tables, now empty 
              except for the mangosteen shells.
 "I suppose," he continued, accusingly, "While I've 
              been getting this fabulous information, all you lucky people have 
              had the most SCRUMPTIOUS LUNCH
 "Think of your figure, Geoff, me boy," advised a bearded 
              farmer from one of the side tables.
 Ignoring this interjection, Geoff continued:
 "Well, anyway, dahlings, where was I Oh yes, this chappie came 
              to see Ketut and as he was leaving he said: 'By the way, the Bull 
              Races are on over at Negara next Tuesday.' Just like that, he said 
              it. You'd think he was talking about a school fete. The Negara Bull 
              Races! The one-day-a-year marathon And it will be on while we're 
              here. Well, not exactly here. It's over at Negara - about 100 miles 
              away, but we can make up a group and hire a taxi.
 Right ho! dahlings Hands up all those who want to see the Bull Races 
              What You've never heard of the Negara Bull Races Dahling, don't 
              tell me! Where have you been while life has passed you by This outburst 
              in answer to a query from the bearded farmer.
 "All 
              right, so I,ii tell you. On one day, just one day every year, the 
              people of Negara stop working their rice fields. They take their 
              bulls Out of the Ploughs, bathe -them, gild their horns, hang garlands 
              Of flowers around their necks, pair them up and harness them into 
              tiny carts.
 
   |