Mahalini Bungalows 1
Travel Blogs from Bali
... ceilings are decorated in traditional style and lower down show the horrors a criminal could expect in hell, higher up the rewards others might expect in hell.
The guide was a very nice Balinese man, dressed traditionally, who entertained us by breaking into song, inviting the passengers to join in, which we did when we knew the words and he was not singing in Indonesian. He had some Italian ancestry and spoke Italian as well as ...
... felt like we'd been shrunk and dipped into a fish tank, we were swimming through thousands of fish feeding them out of our hands while getting pulled along by the strong current. This has to be one of my most unexpected memorable experiences.
Next stop after the sensual Gili Islands was Ubud in mainland Bali...
We booked a guesthouse in Ubud on monkey forest road right next to a forest full of monkeys funnily enough! I thought the place was ...
We awoke before dawn to an amazing cacophony of animal
noises. An army of hundreds of thousands
of roosters, ducks, dogs, geckos, and cows apparently encamped in the rice
paddies surrounding the house while we were sleeping, in order to greet
us. The noise of the geckos, in
particular, is distinctive and indescribable; they would be great alarm clocks
if they didn’t have a tendency to go off at totally random hours.
... what you are looking for or will enjoy is very dependent on your needs and expectations.
I came here to be at ease with the environment, to be in a peaceful and beautiful place. I have all the books I want to read, with the wonders of the iPad I am in contact daily with Australia and world affairs. I am following the frustration and madness of the election frenzy in Oz.
No wonder I'm enjoying these calm waters
... drifting out to sea, so I decided to paddle back towards them. However no matter how much I paddled I still drifted further and further away. Beginning to panic and wondering if the looks the pros had given me had in fact meant “Dude, you’re going to die out here”. I frantically paddled towards the surf, but it was no good, every time I got close to a breaking wave, the backwash pulled me further out. In the desperate hope that the wave I ...