Shameless Travel Porn: Beach day in Sanur, Bali
The following are instructions left by my Airbnb host:
"The map below shows the quickest route to the beach (via the cow field). This walk takes approx. 3 minutes. The resident cow living in the field is not a problem to walk past (if he is not hassled). Gates open to a dirt field with a dirt track off Jalan Danau Tamblingan. Follow the track to the beach. Do not hassle the cow."
In other news tonight, an American tourist was mauled by a Balinese cow on her way to Jalan Danau Buyan beach today. Authorities note she likely harassed the resident cow, which her Airbnb host forbade twice in written directions.
No, I didn't even see the cow. Actually, now that I think about it, that makes me more nervous than if he'd been standing in the middle of the path. Oh well, very little can stop me from enjoying my beach days, not even resident cows.
I've had a few moments since my travel began that stopped me in my tracks: "Dude. You're in Asia!" The signs in the Hong Kong airport were so beautiful...that's when it started sinking in. Driving on the left hand side of the road with a billion scooters honking and swerving around my taxi...sinking in further. My trip to the grocery store was a massive adventure...really sinking in. When I survived the cow field, passing the little wooden stalls selling sarongs, headbands, hippie bags, and turned the corner to see these fishing boats...
I vividly remember seeing the Eiffel Tower for the first time through the window of the bus. It was the first year it was lit with the twinkle lights that are now so iconic at night. I can still smell Rome when I popped out of the subway and realized The Colosseum was directly in front of me. These simple fishing boats, so worn and practical, told me I was in SE Asia. After years of dreaming and wondering how I'd ever pull it off, to my Hashimoto's diagnosis, to leaving my career behind, to boarding that one-way flight...it all flooded into this moment. I teared up and a sweet shop owner named Made got up from his nap to help me lay my towel down in the wind.
I witnessed something really beautiful on the beach. As shop owners along the shore set out their wares for the day, they started with an offering. Before asking if I could take a photo, I watched this particular man wash the flowers in salt water. He took the flowers one by one down to the ocean and returned them one by one to the altar. When he was done, he lit the incense, bowed, and went back to his pile of sarongs and hippie headbands.
Love + rolling with the waves,