Céilíndonesia: Celtic Roots with Banyan Leaves
It was as if I were walking towards a living, breathing, toe-tapping myth whose existence for the majority of my nine months on Indonesia's otherworldly Island of the Gods had amounted to nothing more than a few overheard beach bar rumblings and rumors—untrustworthy hopeful mirages of nostalgia in a distant land.
As time passed, the whispers grew like a...
As time passed, the whispers grew like a...