BALI, INDONESIA

The intoxicating, ever-present, subtle smell of burning incense. That, to me, is the smell of Bali. Engraining itself deeply in my sense memory with each step along her streets. Watching every footfall, careful not to tread on the daily offerings, packaged in the folded green-leafed boxes that are placed along the sidewalks, door entries and open air shrines as a sacred form of gratitude for what is, and as a wish for peace and abundance in the world. Scootering was our method of transportation around the island, experiencing both the north and southlands and all the traffic in between. We strolled along the Campuhan ridge walk. Visited temples encased by lakes, mountains and oceans. Sipped luwak coffee, while hanging out with some sweet and tubby civets. We clambered amongst the iconic rice terraces while I wished farewell to this wonderful continent. I will be back though...



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