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Journeys : MNJ Aug Sep 2011
Destinations It was with a little apprehension that I stepped off the plane in Denpasar, Bali, for a three-week Indonesian surf/dive/ gastronomy safari. Not because of the throngs of tourists, frenetic traffic or the blanket of humidity and heat. Nor was it the fear of ‘Bali belly’ or my complete lack of experience as a surfer. No – it was the fact that my wife Vivi, who booked the whole tr ip inspired by the book and Julia Roberts movie Eat Pray Love, had recently discovered she was pregnant. Being an over-protective father-to-be, I was questioning whether a jaunt of adventure activities in a tropical developing countr y was a prudent idea. However my fears were soon quelled. Our first week was at a surf retreat in Canggu on Bali’s west coast. We ate organic Balinese food and rode rickety, single- geared push bikes around steaming, lush- green rice paddies. It was a far cry from the suffocating hustle and bustle of the infamous Kuta Beach. Suspended from long bamboo poles, penjors, ornately-weaved offerings to Bali’s unique version of Hinduism, dangled graciously over the middle of the road. Supposedly they were high enough to be seen by the deities on the 3000-metre volcanic Mount Agung, at the spir itual heart of this aptly named ‘Island of the Gods’. Interestingly, all of the 10,000 or so temples in Bali face the sea, while people all pray facing the mountain. Surf, sarongs, sambals and shrines Aaron Smith follows the Eat, Pray Love trail through Bali and Lombok 18 August / September 2011
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