What I learned on a Motorbike in Bali..

I rented a small motorbike whilst working in Bali - from memory it was a 175cc Honda.
Leaving Denpasar and following the coast road - Jalan Gumbrih - Lalanglinggah, through Pekutatan I eventually came to a ferry port at the western tip of the Island. Turning right I headed for the hills and the rode through some of the most amazing scenery I have ever seen.
After leaving the main road to head back to the hotel, I noticed that I was being followed by another motorbike and noticed that I had a slight power to weight ratio disadvantage when compared to the young lad following me. On the flat and downhill I could pull away, but uphill he definately had the advantage...
We "raced" through forest roads until we came to the outskirts of  Denpasar and had to stop at a set of traffic lights. While we were stationary he asked me where I was from - so I explained that I was originally from England but that I was living in Las Vegas now. Knowing that I was English, he immediately invited me to go and have tea at his family business.
So I agreed and followed him through some of the poorest housing that I have come accross, until we came to what was essetially a shack built out of plywood and corrugated iron. This was the family business - a street cafe serving tea, coffee and snacks.
He insisted that he buy me a cup of tea and a portion of Rojak - spicy fruit salad. He introduced me to his family and was intrigued about this crazy Englishman who lives in Las Vegas and rides a motorbike off the tourist routes.
What I learned was that whilst these people had virtually nothing - they were proud to invite me to eat and drink with them and give me the gift of hospitality and unconditional friendship, I was equally humbled and grateful. To give without the expectation of recieving was my lesson from some of the most genuine people it had become my priviledge to know.