In my first trip to Bali in a cramped tiny bus from Java Island crossing the Bali Strait to Bali, it was early in the morning and I was tired from the overnight ride. Then, the sight of waves crashing on the beach on one side of the road and the peacefully green serene paddy fields on the other, I was fascinated. It was like nothing I have seen before.
I was then picked up Wayan, the home-stay program owner to his house in Tabanan. That night itself dressed in full Balinese costume, we drove for hours to a temple deep into the unknown. Prayed, meditated and blessed under the full moon in the cold crisp night. And my love for Bali begins.