By the time I checked into the plush eco-resort at Munduk Moding Plantation, I was into stalker obsession. That afternoon, I hiked the plantation grounds, marveling at the rampant, unchecked manner in which coffee is grown up here. Unknowingly, I wandered off the plantation, stumbling upon a small, rustic farm. The yard stood ankle deep in drying beans. Chickens pecked among the piles. The farmer appeared and asked if I’d like to see a luwak.