My Trip to bali
Sitting on the small, packed domestic aeroplane, I remained completely restless for almost the whole duration of the flight as I was so excited at the thought of landing in less than an hour on an island I like to call heaven. To me Bali is an idyll; a far cry from what life is like in Jakarta. Soon I would be an island away from the pollution and traffic, the hustle and bustle of the economy and lives never coming to a standstill, which I had to have learned to live in for the past six years.I was so busy eating my pathetic excuse for lunch (Garuda airline food is possibly of the worst kind) that I almost missed the fantastic views of the amazing volcanoes on the outer edges of Java, which can so easily take ones breath away. The many islands of the Indonesian archipelago could be seen from so high up in the sky, and it made me wander why it had never occurred to so many people to visit this fantastic country with such lush tropical flora and fauna. Indonesia consists of some thirteen thousand, seven hundred islands and occupies an area of roughly 1.9million square kilometres. Considering that a large percent of the population is concentrated in Jakarta and on the main island of Java that leaves a lot of uninhabited jungl
We seemed to have been driving on for hours through streets and passing the small shanty towns with men crouching by the side of the road when suddenly we found ourselves deep into agricultural land, the rice paddies whizzing by. I wandered down the streets back to the hotel in a daydream, barely noticing the young beggars pleading at my knees for a few hundred rupiah (incidentally the equivalent to less than a few pence) and the throbbing music coming from the many nightclubs. The most important thing is to live each day as if its your last. What had begun, as quiet tremors in the bottom of my stomach became loud rumbles, so I immediately demanded that we find a nice restaurant to relax in and enjoy our first meal in Bali. His sinewy arms struggled to guide the plough pulled by his haggard looking oxen. And so the bemo driver got out and began digging a grave. The wife of Rama is kidnapped by his archenemy and taken to his palace. Soon however he uses his magical powers to free himself and soon returns with an army of monkey warriors, defeating Rama's archenemy. The short trip to Kuta was less than an enjoyable one, highlighted by two close missed and a lot of horn tooting. I rushed in and out of nearly every single shop, leaving the vendors astounded at the speed with which I scanned their merchandise. It was extremely hot and crowded in the small bus, and I could almost feel the breathing of the person behind on the back of my neck. We were lucky enough to be witnessing a Balinese funeral, which is a very rare experience and not many Westerners can say they've been part of one. The smells, the sights and sounds, everything was so different and diverse. As soon as we arrived I grabbed my wallet and headed out of the door, Alex(my brother) and his friend Shaun in tow, striding down the side alleyways filled with hawkers and cheap market stalls.
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