The view from the airplane as it came into land was magical. The clouds all but covered Bali, yet small peaks from its many mountains could be seen emerging and the odd break in the blanket revealed pockets of the brightest green. The suns rays penetrated the cabin, filling it with warmth and light as the plane pierced through the clouds to reveal a landscape enshrouded in forest, scattered with rice paddies and dotted with crystal-clear pools of water. I had arrived at my new home!
I arrived at 11.30am to a slight breeze and intense heat, yet, unlike the mainland, the island of Bali experiences very little humidity. I was not drenched in sweat like I had been for the past month, and was not as apprehensive as I had been elsewhere. I felt a sense of calm and a desire to start work. Working two jobs for the past 9 months and having very little social life had all been worth it!
Leaving the capital of Denpasar, I caught a taxi to the town of Ubud, where I was to reside for the next 2 months. The island retains an old-world charm with narrow roads dispersed with palms and beautiful Indonesian architecture. People are seen cycling past, or walking along the sides of the road. Mopeds wizz by. One, two, three, and even four people perch on the seat of the bike, some carrying livestock, others carrying produce. Some in traditional dress heading to ceremonies, some in casual 'western' clothing heading to and from work. Everything is new and exciting. Kites are flying high in the sky. Offerings are placed all over the ground. The Hindu culture is so entrenched in this nation that it proves to be almost overwhelming. The spirit of the Island seeps into the pores and radiates in your smile. I am glad to be home.
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