In essence, they bond. But the ex-pats who came to Ubud because they were outcasts at home remain outcasts here. They are not Hindu and do not belong. So the Western men in Ubud bond the same way they do in Europe or the States they drink. A patio of picnic tables underneath a corrugated tin roof.
Mosquito coils keep some of the bugs away.
But most of the patrons innoculate themselves with martinis, served in a proper thin-stemmed glass with an olive. The regulars are white and mostly men. Middle-aged or older. They are balding, and no longer worry about hiding their beer bellies. Here, at Naughty Nuri s, they find community.