So after our tearful separation from the rest of the group we boarded our plane to Bali, flying to Denpassar, and spending the first nights in Kuta. We were dead set convinced that we would hate Kuta as it is the most touristy place you can imagine, one of those kind of places we have tried to stay clear of. But, the big but, we actually really liked it. We strolled through the shop-lined alleys and swam in the meter high waves, watching the surfers do their thing. We absolutely intend to surf ourselves, but we saved that treat for later and used this first day to just unwind and get into the Bali-not-a-problem-in-the-world-can-stress-me-mode. We cheated and abandoned our tradition of only eating local food, and went for Greek breakfast, ceasar salad lunch, and taco dinner, as we figured that in Kuta that is perhaps more "local" than the local. It was a welcomed contrast to our usual fried rice and noodles diet.
We then got on a bus and ended up in Ubud, the "yoga center of Asia". It was beautiful, if a little expensive on a backpacker's budget. Still we managed to squeeze in the traditional museum, the monkey sanctuary, traditional dancing in the royal palace, and early morning yoga. The morning yoga was a total cliché, from the serene music and big open room with an evergreen bamboo forest dotted with stone Buddha statues right outside the floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows, to the overly bendable yoga instructor, and yet, I really, really enjoyed it! The session came to an abrupt halt when we had to grab our bags and run to catch our bus (which turned up more then 30 minutes late, of course). Going from south to north.
To be continued
See you later, alligator!