Bali Mountain Retreat
Travel Blogs from Tabanan
... me with a truck almost in my right shoulder! I was a little scared to say the least, since I quite like my shoulders.
Balian beach was another black sand beach, as many on the south and west coast in Bali seem to be. But the lovely thing about them is that the sand sparkles! It's almost like it's got diamonds in it! ;) Chris tried his hand at surfing here, and I got busy with my camera and sunsets along the west facing beach.
... up behind me. I paddle into it and drop down its face and carve to my right. It’s a 30 second ride. The feeling second only to sex with someone you love or going 3-0 against the CEO in Starcraft 2. I paddle back out after getting battered by incoming sets. The next wave I drop in on is one The Dr. is also dropping in on. We collide. He goes flying out the back of the wave and I slam head first into the wave. Nasty ****. I’m pulled under but I stay calm. That’s ...
... kids acting stupid. Not that I am not fully amused by this. However, sometimes it just gets to be too much. At one point the three of us ended up hanging out in front of the convenience store, calling out to people as they walked by. You know, for being young and on vacation there were an awful lot of sour faces passing by. Come on people, cheer up!
We went out nearly every night and I ended up learning something about myself: ...
... little too young to get the full benefit out of it. For
the most part, we've done everything we've wanted to do.
Bali is paradise, that's not an
exaggeration. The sights, sounds, but moreover, the people make it
that way. The Balinese have a very sunny and friendly disposition
that make you feel very welcome. It also helps that we wake up every
morning to a bright blue sky and a constant temperature of around 28
degrees celsius. ...
... or present.There were some old carvings and a small old cave. There had been a large carved Buddha, but he had fallen off the gorge face some time ago and so was only really a pile of semi carved rocks and at the bottom of the gorge was a fresh water spring. Unfortunately all rather uninspiring. So we quickly returned to the bikes and set off for lunch.
After a nice lunch we found a rather strange art Gallery of an artist ...