Amid hoots and whoops the motor bounces down the stony track at full speed: intent on collision. Panting eagerly after it is the bare-footed boy who propels it.
"Motor, tourist!" he toots.
Komodo), the motor is also a children's toy. Here, wild riders race the village pathways.
The coachwork is a length of green bamboo. A short, sturdy stick is knocked perpendicular through the main shaft to form handlebars. The far end of the bamboo is cleft in two and supports a wooden axel which spins through the heart of a wooden wheel.
In the arable countryside around Ruteng, jockeys rein up their stick steeds at the starting line, the raised bump of a sleeping policeman.
String reins, held in the left hand, keep the horse's head high. The right hand works the whip.
The race track is the road around the village, the finishing point the same bump as the start. And when Henry (the near jockey above) came in an all-out first, he whipped off his t-shirt and made helicopter blades of it around his head.
Sportingly, no also-rans in this three horse race....