God I love this place. From the moment I caught a glimpse of these volcanic peaks spearing the cloud line, I was filled with the wonder that is Bali. It’s a land I have visited so many times, throughout so many stages of my life, and each time I am given a renewed perspective on it.
After the most luxurious sleep last night(what else can you call sleeping for eleven hours in a four-poster bed?), I grabbed a bicycle from the guesthouse and road along the coastline of Sanur.
These kids were hilarious. I wanted to take a photo of the kid with the knife, I think they were fixing a kite (which makes it perfectly okay for a five-year old to wield a sharp blade!), but then they all started posing, which meant of course the knife got flashed around as a cool prop.
Luckily no-one got hurt, although I did get accosted by the little guy in front, who was more interested in pushing buttons on my camera (maybe he can teach me a few things!), than in seeing himself on the screen. Definitely a budding photographer, here is one of his best shots:
There are so many things I’m loving about Bali already, the mild June weather, sleeping DIAGONALLY in my own bed, the quaint guest house I’m staying at, the sleepiness of Sanur. Even the constant stream of “Hello where you go today?” brings a smile to my face, as I politely say “This way” in the direction my bike points towards.
And while I’ll be catching up with friends from tomorrow, I’ve really enjoyed the last two days of solitary wandering. After a beach-front yoga class this evening, I had a beautiful dinner at a nearby cafe, Rendang curry, followed by banana fritters and ice cream. When I requested another scoop of vanilla (merely to get the ratios right), I didn’t feel at all guilty at all.