‘Yes. Gede’s family knows we’re coming. Now that he’s agreed to move back here and work for the hotel, they’re very happy,’ Grace said. The call had come through the previous day, just as they’d firmed up the arrangements to visit. Johnny had worked his magic again, it seemed.

‘He’ll have a bit of pressure on him back here, though, as he’s pushing thirty and that means it’s time to start taking on family obligations,’ said Andy. ‘In a gentle way I need to explain to his family that he will have a lot of duties at the Kamasan, and what a great honour it is to work there.’

‘We want to link his family story with our presentation of the hotel,’ Grace explained to Tina.

They wound into the verdant terraced hills, passing picturesque villages, but soon the garish ‘tourist-ville’ sprawled out before them. Tina caught her breath and sighed loudly when she saw all manner of accommodation, shops, stalls, clusters of ‘art centres’, restaurants, spas and yoga retreats. Signs covering many of the shops were advertising adventure trips on rivers, in canyons and down waterfalls, on kayaks and bikes, as well as ‘organic’ farms, coffee plantations, the elephant caves and monkey forest tours.

Tina looked aghast. ‘Oh no! I don’t believe this! Ubud was where you came for peace and simplicity; for Balinese culture. All the little villages have joined together so it’s one huge town,’ she said. ‘No! Look at all the tourist buses.’ She dropped her face in her hands.

‘Nana, what’s wrong?’ Daisy looked concerned.

‘It’s all right, sweetie,’ Tina soothed. ‘When I came here a long time ago, this was a quiet, sleepy place. I’m surprised at what it looks like now, that’s all.’

Andy chuckled. ‘Yeah, it was a very different scene up here in the mountains compared to the beach culture. But it was all pretty benign back in the day, eh?’

‘Depends,’ said Tina, and they laughed.

They drove past the monkey forest and up into the hills. Henry and Daisy were keen to see some monkeys and, when they did, their excitement made Putu burst out laughing.

‘These are just regular monkeys,’ he said. ‘Not far now,’ he added. ‘It’s through this next little village.’

In a dusty, shaded, tree-lined lane the minibus took up most of the road as they drove slowly, looking for the gateway and shrine outside the walled compound they’d had described to them.

‘That must be it – there’s an ornamental gateway in that big wall, with the little shrine by it,’ said Grace, pointing. ‘Unfriendly spirits not welcome.’