Deuces Baby

Our time in Bali has come to an end, but what a time it has been. These past two weeks have been jammed packed with cultural activities, snorkelling with an array of colourful fish, mountain biking through remote jungle villages, earning a newfound respect for surfing, discovering the joys of scooter rides and climbing the spirit in the sky, Mt Agung, to name but a few. 

The vast majority of these experiences would not have been possible without help of Tim and Insook. They graciously opened their home to us and provided excellent local know how to this group of budding young travellers. We are extremely grateful for their hospitality. 

We biked down to the beach last night before sunset for a couple celebratory beers and enjoyed a quintessential Balinese scene. Surfers speckled the sea catching the last waves of the day, a photographer captured a silhouetted display of yoga poses performed by a young woman on a wind swept rock, local boys prepared their hooks for a dusk fishing session, men chain smoked on the black steps of an imposing nearby temple. The whole scene was bathed in an orange and red glow as the setting sun slipped slowly towards the horizon. We sat in silence, each sipping an ice cold $2 Bintang Pilsner from the comfort of a bean bag chair, and contemplated the scene. 

Bali had been amazing. 

The wonders of India now lay ahead. It was time for our next great adventure. 

Deuces baby

"Deuces Baby" written on a chalk board above a toilet.