Bali is a tremendously magical, spiritual island. Unfortunately, millions of tourists are also aware of this, so it is difficult to appreciate in its true state. Everywhere you go is crawling with people wandering aimlessly with their cameras and Lonely Planet books (myself included), trying not to get hit by the oncoming traffic, as it flows in the opposite direction there. But i have to admit, it was a refreshing change to not be stared at for being the only white person for miles. Bali is home to the majority of Indonesia's small Hindu community (unlike the rest of Indonesia, which is
largely Muslim). Religion seems to dominate everyday customs... Twice a day, the locals can be seen in their beautiful sarongs and sashes, carrying bamboo trays of flowers, spices, incense, and small food items to
present to the gods and evil spirits. There are temples every few hundred meters, and anyone is allowed to enter (unless you are a menstruating woman). The temples are exquisitely intricate. I am utterly envious of the passion for life, art, and tradition that the Balinese people possess. Just as exciting and adventurous as it is to travel and see a new country are the people you meet. Backpackers, travelers, anyone who is visiting a place out of their element has a lust for life that makes them an instant friend. I met plenty of people like this, and they were so great that i had to extend my trip by a few days...So, here I am, back in the good old Philippines. Thank god i am going home to the States in a week. Otherwise, id be suffering fr
om a severe case of post-vacation blues.
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