HANAN’S BIRTHDAY

I first met Han when he was around two. But I’ve known his mother, Emma, since I was thirteen; she was one of the Pineapple Gang.

Han was obsessed with money and anything edible that came out of shinny wrappers.

Over the years and my many visits to Lombok I’ve seen him grow and on my last trip I was lucky enough to be there for his sixth birthday. Emma works hard with her laundry and sarong shop to make enough money so that her boys don’t have to sell bracelets on the street like so many village kids do and to give Han a pretty amazing party like this one.