Ever wonder why Bali is regarded as the Island of the Gods? It's very simple. In Bali, there is a Hindu temple every 10 metres. There are more temples in Bali that people, it seems. Community temples, magnificent large, as well as smaller, more humble family temples line all roads in Bali (except in the central district of Kuta, where there are more knock-off stores that people! ).
Before arriving in Bali, a few friends and I travel were arrested in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, the modern capital, for three days. Even though I was in KL before on a previous trip to Borneo, I was delighted to be back. KL is one of the most modern and most beautiful cities in Asia, offering upscale shopping malls, mega-cinemas, lovely "walks", gardens, street cafes and cheap eats Malay and Indian . And of course, there is nothing as beautiful as the Petronas Towers (or "twin towers" as they are called by the local people) in the context of the night sky.
Even if we had a good time in KL, I was eager to go to Bali, an island, I had not yet discovered. In contrast with the cold winter days in Ha Noi, Bali is a tropical wonderland. My body no adjustment needed: just reveled in the warmth of the weather Balinese. The early days were spent in Kuta, a kind of tourist trap, but a good visit. The station was installed in romantic, to say the least, and just the doors to a dramatic decline Balinese spa where some of us enjoy a good rubdown. After Kuta, it was headed toward the center of the island to the town of Ubud, a bit dramatic place with a lot of character and incredible energy. Ubud is home to the famous monkey forest Bali, a nature reserve where the monkeys enjoy nature, while being protected from unlawful activities that are decimating their populations (such as poaching). Monkeys are incredibly friendly, and even climb all over you if I may.
Ubud is really a cultural centre where you can enjoy traditional Balinese dance, heavily influenced by Hindi traditional dance. The costumes and makeup are developed, as well as the Hindu-heavy stories. Garuda, the God of all birds, is a key figure in many traditional performances, as well as the temple of art and sculptures.
After playing in Ubud for two days, we headed east to the coast, where we spent four sun-soaked days in the low-key town of Sanur beach. My second trip and I have been able to negotiate a two-storey apartment for a reduced price, so we felt like princesses in a castle white beach. In Sanur, I spent most of my time on the beach, in the pool and on the beach under a tree again receive massages, facials and pedicures some of the local women. Apparently, since the terrorist attacks in Kuta, the tourism sector has never resumed. Many of these people who once made a living off of the growth of the industry are now struggling to feed their children. I can not say that I did not want all these massages and facials, but a large proportion of these women visited me at the beach every day because it provides an income supplement.
Before leaving Bali and return to cold Ha Noi, I decided to go rafting. I must say, Bali is a magic place. Although I have rafted in beautiful places before, such as Argentina, Australia and the Grand Canyon, the landscape could not be more sublime. The river is blowing down dense jungles and beautifully terraced rice paddies. Impressive waterfalls and jagged black rocks bordered by the river, and after the section of rough water, came cool, transparent, fresh flows of the river.
Before arriving in Bali, a few friends and I travel were arrested in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia, the modern capital, for three days. Even though I was in KL before on a previous trip to Borneo, I was delighted to be back. KL is one of the most modern and most beautiful cities in Asia, offering upscale shopping malls, mega-cinemas, lovely "walks", gardens, street cafes and cheap eats Malay and Indian . And of course, there is nothing as beautiful as the Petronas Towers (or "twin towers" as they are called by the local people) in the context of the night sky.
Even if we had a good time in KL, I was eager to go to Bali, an island, I had not yet discovered. In contrast with the cold winter days in Ha Noi, Bali is a tropical wonderland. My body no adjustment needed: just reveled in the warmth of the weather Balinese. The early days were spent in Kuta, a kind of tourist trap, but a good visit. The station was installed in romantic, to say the least, and just the doors to a dramatic decline Balinese spa where some of us enjoy a good rubdown. After Kuta, it was headed toward the center of the island to the town of Ubud, a bit dramatic place with a lot of character and incredible energy. Ubud is home to the famous monkey forest Bali, a nature reserve where the monkeys enjoy nature, while being protected from unlawful activities that are decimating their populations (such as poaching). Monkeys are incredibly friendly, and even climb all over you if I may.
Ubud is really a cultural centre where you can enjoy traditional Balinese dance, heavily influenced by Hindi traditional dance. The costumes and makeup are developed, as well as the Hindu-heavy stories. Garuda, the God of all birds, is a key figure in many traditional performances, as well as the temple of art and sculptures.
After playing in Ubud for two days, we headed east to the coast, where we spent four sun-soaked days in the low-key town of Sanur beach. My second trip and I have been able to negotiate a two-storey apartment for a reduced price, so we felt like princesses in a castle white beach. In Sanur, I spent most of my time on the beach, in the pool and on the beach under a tree again receive massages, facials and pedicures some of the local women. Apparently, since the terrorist attacks in Kuta, the tourism sector has never resumed. Many of these people who once made a living off of the growth of the industry are now struggling to feed their children. I can not say that I did not want all these massages and facials, but a large proportion of these women visited me at the beach every day because it provides an income supplement.
Before leaving Bali and return to cold Ha Noi, I decided to go rafting. I must say, Bali is a magic place. Although I have rafted in beautiful places before, such as Argentina, Australia and the Grand Canyon, the landscape could not be more sublime. The river is blowing down dense jungles and beautifully terraced rice paddies. Impressive waterfalls and jagged black rocks bordered by the river, and after the section of rough water, came cool, transparent, fresh flows of the river.
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