I stared at this for a good five minutes trying to work out what it was. A giant wooden frame. Tin

I stared at this for a good five minutes trying to work out what it was. A giant wooden frame. Tiny platforms hanging way up in the air. My first thought was... "That can't be safe." Then I found out what it actually was. This isn't an unfinished building or an old piece of farming equipment. It's one of the traditional swings used during ceremonies here in Tenganan Village. During the annual village festival, young women climb up onto the small seats at the top while the men below spin the entire structure around. Not slowly. Fast enough that I'd probably be hanging on for dear life. The first thing that crossed my mind was... "There's absolutely no chance you'd get insurance approval for this today." But then I stopped looking at it through my Australian eyes. This tradition has been passed down through generations. Grandmothers watched their mothers. Mothers watched their daughters. Now the next generation climbs aboard. It's easy to look at something unfamiliar and see a strange wooden structure. It's much harder, and much more rewarding, to see it for what it really is. A piece of living history. Not behind glass in a museum. Not recreated for tourists. Still standing in the middle of the village, waiting for the next ceremony, just as it has for generations. One of my favourite things about exploring Bali is realising how many ordinary-looking things have extraordinary stories attached to them. If I'd walked past this without asking a question, I would've missed one of the most fascinating parts of the village. It makes me wonder... How many amazing stories do we all walk past every single day without ever knowing they're there?