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SNOWING IN BALI

spectacular nosedive into the darkest pits of hell, as they’d just watched Alberto’s do.

One evening Rafael was sitting in a Seminyak restaurant, Made’s Warung, when he noticed a ‘missing persons’ poster on the wall. He recognised the face of Borrador’s English girlfriend. After the roadside beating that Jando had given Borrador for undercutting prices, Rafael had seen little of him and only knew this girl in passing, but had heard Poca and Mario talking anxiously about her.

They complained she was trouble, ‘This bitch talk too much, blah blah, she talks so much.’ She was giving shit to Poca and Mario . . . like, ‘I’m gonna tell police what you guys are doing.’

– Rafael

She was cool. She was kind of crazy, but she was cool.

– Alberto

British girl Kate Osborne had been dating Borrador for a couple of years, living with him and, she confided to her mum, hoping to marry him. She was an attractive, effervescent girl from Carlisle in England’s north – seemingly an unlikely person to get mixed up in the drug underworld. She’d grown up second of three sisters in a close upper middle-class family, hanging with a group of smart, urbane, ambitious friends. She loved travelling and backpacked the globe, with many trips to Bali, as like so many, she was captivated by the little island’s sun, smiling people, and exotic culture.

She’d had an early sense she didn’t want to live a boring upper middle-class life. So she didn’t. She moved to Bali and fell in love with a drug dealer. She perfectly fitted the cliché of good

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