Grace stared at the forgotten ruins, trying to visualise how the hotel might have looked. She turned and faced the sea. A light breeze rustled the fronds above her head and lifted her hair.

‘How beautiful, how evocative this setting is. It must have been a wonderful place to stay.’

‘I agree. She had the right idea. God knows what she’d make of Kuta Beach now.’

‘So you don’t know what happened to her? Is there anyone I could ask? Who owns this land?’

Andy shook his head. ‘I assume it belongs to our Kamasan Group. The Pangisars’ land comes all the way through here. Maybe that’s why this block has never been touched. I think K’tut was always something of a mystery woman. I could ask some of the old Balinese people, if you’re interested.’

‘I am. Very interested, thank you,’ Grace said. ‘I’d like to find out what gave her the strength to stand up for what she believed in. She must have been incredibly brave.’

Andy nodded but didn’t say anything more. They turned and headed back along the beach towards the Kamasan.

‘I can’t thank you enough for bringing me here, Andy.’

‘I don’t tell many people about it. It’s all forgotten now. Bali is booming again. Hadn’t you heard?’ He laughed.

‘It certainly is,’ agreed Grace. ‘The Kamasan Hotel is contemporary and groundbreaking in so many ways, yet its roots are buried in a lost dream.’

*

That afternoon Grace met Andy once more for a goodbye drink before leaving for the airport.

He put a fluted glass in front of her.

‘Wow, beautiful glass. I love it. What is it?’

‘The glass or the cocktail?’

‘Both.’ Grace laughed then took a sip. ‘Mmm. Tangy, sparkling, refreshing. I suppose it’s dangerous too. Not sure what I like better, the beautiful glass or the drink!’

‘It’s called Sunrise. We also have Sunset, which is richer and heavier. This is lime, mangosteen, locally made gin, mint . . . maybe another secret ingredient or two. I’d have to kill you if I told you. Actually, it’s not very alcoholic. And the glass is made from recycled glass.’

‘Stunning. Is this your signature drink for the bar?’

‘Maybe. We keep experimenting. Cheers, and selamat jalan.’

‘Selamat tinggal. Thank you for all your help, Andy.’

‘Come back soon,’ he said, raising his glass. They clinked glasses and sipped their drinks. ‘So, did you find a director?’

‘I took your advice and contacted Steve Boyd,’ Grace replied. ‘He’s based in Sydney at the moment. I’m meeting him when I get back.’

‘Great. Everyone is very impressed with you, you know.’

‘That’s reassuring. Thanks for letting me know. Your bar and the entertainment are going to be sensational. I still can’t believe what a huge project this is. I would be thrilled to be part of it.’

Finishing her drink, she stood and picked up her bag, ready to say her goodbyes. She was impatient now to get back and see Daisy and Tina.