So it turns out I can repeat myself and say that I thought I’d have a lot more to report about Bali than I actually do. Nothing demonstrates this more than the fact that I have taken more photos in the four days since I’ve been back in London, than on the entire week and a half holiday overseas.
It feels like a sad sad waste but I reckon completely missed out everything good about Bali and only experienced the tourist pits that I can’t possibly appreciate. I felt like a walking dollar sign the majority of the time, and haven’t seen any of the natural beauty, sights, real culture or warm hospitality that Bali is duly famous for.
I don’t even feel much like writing about the trip to be honest, so here’s a sunset shot instead.
Dan saw how frustrated I was the whole trip, and reckoned I just can’t chill the fuck out. I wondered if he was maybe right at first, but after spending three extremely chilled days in London once we returned from Bali, I’m convinced that he isn’t.
I feel the same way I did about that day trip to Morocco, I want to go back and see the real face of this fantastic corner of Indonesia, because I know it is a beautiful place full of warm hospitable people and things to discover.
So, that’s all I’ve got to show for going the world over. I have a fair few photos of my days in London though — next I’ll write about that instead.