Terraced paddy field
Finally after a speeding bus journey from Gilimanuk Port to Denpasar
, I arrived Baliâ€™s capital at the very early morning. No sign of bus running, only touts of Ojek and taxis pestering passengers as they got off the bus. Iâ€™ve waited nearly half an hour contemplating how I should get to booked homestay. It isnâ€™t in the main public transportation and there was no local public transport either. The Bemo(small bus) only bringing into the main visited area, not to Canggu-Tanah Lot the homestay located northeast of Denpasar where I was staying. Going for the cheap way I took Ojek (motorbike) for 50,000Rp that could be 80,000Rp by taxi. In the thick of the early morning I found the homestay with the welcome bark of dogs.
Island of God. Kebaya dressed Balinese women on the street with their offering on their heads
Joost the owner opened the gate and brought me to the dorm. It was an adjoining rooms to the double storey house he rented from local Bali.
The homestay located in the rural village surrounded by local house and paddy field, none of the peculiar tourist scene around, I liked it. There I met a couple of Dutch roommate, JP and Jesse whoâ€™s came to surf in south Baliâ€™s perfect beach. Thereâ€™s no public transport to get to and out of Ombak Bagus Homestay, only day hire motorbike. Pura Tanah Lot only 15 minute by bike, I rented one and ride all the way passing through green paddy fields, Pura and Kebaya dressed Balinese women on the street with their offering on their heads. And there was Pura Batu Karu at a higher ground that it was raining and misty when I visited it.
I feel Bali is not the same I felt it 7 years ago.
Pura Tanah Lot. One third of the structure is just an artifical rock
Iâ€™ve been to various places and Bali seems like not a great backpacking destination and I shouldnâ€™t spend much time. It isnâ€™t the place that challenges me out; it isnâ€™t a new place to me, only tropical heaven for honeymooners or college/school leaverâ€™s party scene in Kuta. Seven years ago, it was my first foreign destination. I felt the mystic, but now it's just another tropical heaven only with deep rooted everyday culture Iâ€™ve seen on the streets. Maybe last time there wasnâ€™t that much tourist as it was a year after the bombing that made tourism industry went bankrupt. I was feeling shocked about the bombing and that was kind of the right time to visit.
Day three with the new roommate arrived; Iâ€™ve ventured surfing in Legian Beach. I donâ€™t call myself surfer at all; it was a tiring watersport haha, fighting the waves and paddling to get into momentum with the waves and then standup on the surf board. I stood on the board but not surfing. To catch a good wave also another thing. Peter the Danish boy seems getting it pretty easy, he has snowboarding background, and Iâ€™ve none. JP and Jesse were intermediate surfers.
Did surfing a couple time before. But the fun swimming being on the beach was all that matter. One day Iâ€™ll be a surfer.