They burn the rice fields, they burn the trash, they even burn my laundry. Yes, the other day there was a fire at the laundry and my clothes had a front and center seat. Most of them were okay though the white ones have big brown scorch marks and my light jacket, which I loved because it packs small and is light yet warm, melted. It was an educational experience I never knew silk melted. Burning things is a popular pastime here.
People burn their trash in the road in front of their houses and businesses.
The other thing they do with their trash is throw it in the rivers and streams. Yes, the same ones they bathe in, wash their clothes in, and go to the bathroom in. Apparently there s no word for sanitation in Balinese. I wore my first sarong at the cremation ceremony, and I was pretty fly for a white guy. The people of the village spent weeks making offerings, decorations, and building elaborate sarcophagi.