Nothing your iPhone can’t capture. The days we lived that reeked of freedom, don’t hit unless they’re gone. Bali was amazing, and every second we showed the tiniest bit of attraction. Returning home was a death trap; the images that I took with the board out to sea strayed in my head for days. We rode the waves and the excitement that churned was worth every paddle. Danger lurked, but the rides took over. The experience was nothing short of amazing. It will be something that I’d love to try again. Nobody’s a natural, but being a goofy is something that I feel quirky about. The push, stand and surf felt natural.
A short span of 5 days wasn’t enough. There were so many other places to visit that we haven’t been. Making my mental to-go list for the next visit: Ku De Ta, Potato Head and Tanah Lot. We stayed in an estate with 2 villas merging in a small town at Canggu, almost an hour journey from everywhere we went. The boys rented 3 7-seater cars and 2 Kawasaki Motorcross bikes altogether; and what made the hour-long rides bearable were the moments we shared in different seating variations. We constantly tailed one another in the badass traffic, lost one another, stopped at random places waiting to pick each other and got lost and learned.
There will be nothing that I’ll trade for such wonderful experiences, notwithstanding the fact that we got stopped by the police twice while on the bike, tried to extort money from us, the non-locals and ended up paying cookie money because those were what they were after in the first place. We were busted and filled with fatigue at the end of the night, but back in our villa, the night doesn’t end at where we left off. So we continued waking up at 7am for morning breakfast with our chefs and butlers, catching another hour long rides to beautiful places, on island and off. I don’t think I’ll ever forget them, at least not for a while. But I’ll defo write about Part 2 soon. No one can ever resist being in love with places - The Sun, The Sand and The Sea Spirit.