Lanie Wayan Harris doesn't have Balinese blood, nor was she born in Indonesia.
But her middle name is the legacy of her family's history, which is closely linked with Indonesia.
The name – Wayan – tells the story of a trip Lanie's parents took more than 40 years ago.
In 1975, Heather and Martin Harris, at the time in their mid-20s, took a drive up the east coast of Australia before continuing north.
They flew to Timor, planning to jump on a cargo ship bound for Bali.
The ship never arrived, but a chance meeting gave them another option.
"We were in this little [homestay], and Martin came home one day terribly chuffed and said, 'I've met this fascinating man, and he's an American lone sailor, and he's recreating Bligh's voyage,'" says Heather.
William Bligh was a British navigator set adrift from his ship in 1789, when his crew mutinied near Tahiti. He sailed more than 5,000 kilometres to Timor on a 6-metre sailboat, before continuing to Jakarta.
Bill Verity, the American sailor, invited Heather and Martin along on his journey.
"I remember asking, 'How long will it take, Bill?' And he said, 'Oh, about a week'. I thought, I can handle a week in an open boat. So one evening, we set off."
The plan was to head west towards islands off Sumba, pass Sumbawa and Lombok before reaching Bali.
But conditions on board were difficult. With almost no wind to propel the sails, they drifted slowly for days.
A week turned into two, then three.
"It was … cramped, but it was open, so you're sitting in the open air," remembers Heather.
"Very hot in the day time, once the sun had risen, pleasant enough at night, but very crowded."
Occasionally, they'd reach land.
'I nearly collapsed'
Heather and Martin would visit villages and stock up on supplies. But they seldom found everything they needed.
Sent by Bill one afternoon to find petrol for the ship's motor, they found themselves trekking up a mountain on Sumbawa, only to find that the island had no vehicles, and therefore no need for fuel.
Heather remembers trudging along in the tropical humidity with the afternoon sun beating down.
"The heat on that day … I nearly just collapsed."
But she also remembers sailing into an island cove at sunrise, and in the early morning light, spotting locals staring curiously at the tiny sailboat with three Westerners on board.
She remembers the pristine landscape, clear water and, more than anything, her excitement at being immersed in a culture so unlike her own.
"I was just enthralled by it. There was an otherness about it."
"Everything was just fascinating to me."
Despite their initial giddiness, after three weeks Heather, Martin and Bill were exhausted and undernourished.
But the worst was yet to come.
Remembering how dangerous the journey was
Their final leg, from Lombok to Bali, wasn't far but their plotted course would take them through the Lombok Straits, which are renowned for powerful currents and strong winds.
At dusk they left Lombok. A few hours later, Heather glimpsed the lights of Denpasar in the distance. Then, strong winds began to set in.
The lights dimmed, before slipping out of sight. In the darkness, thunder clapped and rain began to pelt.
But by morning, the storm had eased. They spotted land on the horizon, coaxing the boat towards it.
"We staggered into Bali, not knowing where we were," she tells the ABC.
"We thought we'd missed Bali and gone on to Java. Very little water left, virtually no food.
"And I said to Martin, 'I don't care where we are, I've had enough.'"
The journey changed her life
After nearly a month at sea, Bali was a refuge, and it welcomed Heather with open arms.
She was in awe.
"I just adored Bali … [These were] some of the most beautiful people I've ever looked at. They were utterly beautiful."
But it wasn't just beauty that captivated her.
Heather had never travelled overseas before, and visiting Bali changed the way she understood her own life.
"They're mindful," she says.
"I've worked overseas a lot [since that trip], in various countries. The first time I came back the three things I noticed were how fast we all moved, how fat we all were, and how obsessed with time and money we all were. It hit me like a ton of bricks."
But Heather's story is far from the typical, "moving-to-Bali-to-find-myself" trope.
A few years after their trip, Heather and Martin welcomed a daughter.
They'd travelled throughout Asia, but their experience in Bali stuck with them, and they chose a Balinese middle name.
They named their daughter Lanie Wayan Harris.
"Wayan is a very common name up there … first-born [means] Wayan, and so we gave her Wayan."
As a young mother, Heather took her children to Bali.
She despises the bustling tourist precincts of the south, and has always spent her trips escaping into the northern hills instead.
Now a grandmother, Heather was joined by Lanie and her children on pre-pandemic trips.
"I've travelled round the world … but I love Indonesia, it's a beautiful, beautiful country. I've been back there 30 or 40 times."
As for Lanie, she says she will pass on the story behind her middle name to her grandchildren in the future.
"I really liked hearing their story, especially about the trip," Lanie says.
"I was very happy to be brought to Bali with my mother … now I have kids too and we have visited Indonesia together."
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