Nice boys, a thing of the past

Walking along the road in Kuta, Bali, a boy asked me if I would like to buy a silver bracelet. I said "No, thank you." After repeating myself 10 times or more, he still followed me, poking my arm from behind. I turned round and said to him, "Stop touching me." His answer, before a hasty retreat, was "You, you bloody bitch."

I am 75 years old and have been going to Bali every year since 1979.

Many tourists I've met tell me similar stories. Those who have been treated rudely by street sellers, won't go back to Bali. Neither will I, this is my last visit.

What's happened to the well-mannered, friendly boys I remember all those years ago? I loved them, but not any more. I still love Bali and always will.

MARGARET GASPERS

Sydney, Australia