Bali Retreat
Bali Retreat
Bali has never really been a location I've wanted to see. I've been to Thailand and assumed that Bali would be similar; hot, packed, dirty, beggars, annoying street markets and people ripping you off. But wow was I shocked! And yes to an extent Bali was similar to Thailand in relations to the weather, shops and street markers. Early January was my first trip to Bali, during this time of year is their wet season (but still hot as hell). It was a trip more focused on exploring Bali, relaxing and pampering rather than the party destination scene (which most people assume Bali is), but I did go to a few bars and enjoyed a few bevys... or two.
This post is more a reflection in combination with some recommendations for many beautiful places I stumbled across while in Bali.
We landed Saturday midnight at Denpasar airport. The minute you walk out of the plane, the heat and humidity hits you in the face. This time of year is the wet season and because it’s such a hot country, the rain makes it dry and sticky.
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Flying over South Australia and the Northern Territory was so hypnotic. My fear for flying was excluded from my thought as I starred intently outside the window.
A quote from Lang Leav’s book Love and Misadventure. #tbt na agad because #Lullabies is already out and I still don’t have a copy. Huhu
Perfection
7/11 pre BYO cup. Happy international peace day ✌️
My weekend is all booked. Sorry!
And I realize that no matter where I am, whether in a little room full of thought, or in this endless universe of stars and mountains, it’s all in my mind.
Lonesome Traveler (Jack Kerouac)
Oh Miranda stop it
I think I understand now why so many artists create out of a place of sadness. Pain is one of the most powerful emotions a soul can feel, and when it holds hands with love, it is intoxicating and overwhelming to the point that such small hearts must project some of that pain into art, music or poetry, or be consumed by it. We can only relieve ourselves of a fraction of that pain though. If we got rid of all of it we would be nothing. Absent. Sometimes our pain, just like our happiness, defines us
Z.M. (via wordsnquotes)
So beautifully written
