I love travelling though I would not call myself a wanderlust by any means I promised myself that I will relax enough in life, see places, read books and understand the world, people and cultures as much as possible. I ensure that I travel two to three times a year always accompanied by my small family – my husband and my daughter who is twelve years old now. This year after a small vacation at Mudumalai forest reserve we decided to go on a long vacation. A long vacation in our terms lasts a week or ten days max. We might do better in future. When we start identifying places to visit, we come up with our likes and dislikes and find places accordingly. I prefer to go to any part of the world where I can explore nature, cultures and languages so concrete jungles do not make it to my list. My husband also prefers the same, he is a foodie and loves seafood, that was the only thing he missed on our last trip to Ladakh. My daughter understands and approves of the knowledge she gets roaming places however she is sporty and prefers adventure. Adding all these elements and finding a place is not arduous in today’s times and we arrive at North-east India tour. Few days into planning my travel agent informed that Kaziranga would not open until October, that leaves my daughter disappointed. We could not change our trip dates either so we start the exercise again. From the places available in our budget we decide on Bali finally. I am an avid book reader, however, I should admit that I have not read Eat Pray Love until now. I did watch the movie once and from what was shown in the movie I had a good first impression. I spent some time on Tripadvisor and understood that there is much more to the place than shown in the movie. It felt like a perfect destination for our likes and I asked my agent to provide me with an itinerary of the place. I added few more places into it and then showed it to my husband and daughter. They were more than fascinated and excited. I inform my agent that we have decided on Bali. Three weeks before the travel date my daughter falls sick with dengue. I have heard enough of dengue cases and the toll they take on a person’s health so our priorities change. I inform my agent to put a temporary stop to the plans. My daughter is thoroughly disappointed and crying. She missed all her exams and is also going to miss the much-awaited trip. Her strength and immunity work and she recovers in a week’s time itself. After a watch for another week, I contact the agent back. The agent also my friend Anu of Stripe Tours says that she can manage all bookings in such a short notice. My daughter gets an energy boost hearing this, she eats and sleeps as I instruct and we are ready for the trip.
September 24th on the morning of our travel as we are finishing last-minute packing, my Dad sees a news scroll about Mount Agung. We are all in a panic mode, my daughter wakes up super excited for the trip but lands up crying hearing that there is a possibility of cancelling the trip. I call up Anu, she gathers as much information, however, no one can predict a volcano right? That leaves for us to decide if we want to go ahead or not. After much contemplation, we decide to set aside our fears and go ahead. If it has to happen, it will happen.
We board Air Asia flight with a stop at Kaulalampur on September 24th night and reach Bali on September 25th morning. As the flight descends to the runway, Bali welcomes up offering this breathtaking view of the ocean.

That’s when I firmly decide to enjoy each day at a time not spoiling life with unpredictable things like volcanoes. Denpasar airport is small and the immigration process goes fast and smooth. With Bali’s strong interests in tourism, the visa process is very quick. We come out looking for our name on the placards and that is when we notice our driver Dewa almost hopping and waving at us. He greets us with these garlands of Plumeria flowers. These flowers are known as ‘deva ganneru’ in Telugu are becoming less here in India but very soon I understand that they are the most seen in Bali. Foreigners are fascinated with the sweet fragrance of these flowers and we see all of the men and women inserting them in their hair behind the ear.
Five minutes into the conversation with our driver, we understand that we will have to spend some energy on communication part. Balinese speak little English with an accent. They are also slow in understanding long sentences spoken in a flow. So, we have to stick to simple sentences discarding some verbs and adverbs which might become unnecessary in this case. I pick this up faster than my husband. It is very simple. Instead of asking ‘How far is our hotel from here?’ I have to ask ‘here hotel how much time?’ I decipher my driver’s responses too quickly. If he laughs in his highest pitch and answers, it means that he understood your question completely but if his answer is a simple yes with a smile, it means that he could not understand us. He never says No or stops laughing. By the end of the trip, I realized that this is the typical trait of Balinese. Call it optimism or a positive trait of their culture, I have always seen them laugh without inhibitions and always reciprocate in a positive note. Very soon, I along with the google translator (which I install last-minute at Bangalore airport), become official translators for this trip.
The next attractive part of the trip becomes architecture. Soon after we exit the airport which takes a lot of time thanks to Bali traffic (which is same as Bangalore traffic minus the potholes) we see this structure which looks like a small temple gopuram split into half. Our temple gopuram has a huge wooden double door entrance while the Balinese structure looks as though it has split into two halves in the middle giving a passage. I read about this later and understood that it is called candi bentar and is a common architectural aspect of Bali.

Our hotel Legian Paradiso in Legian, Kuta promises to be a comfortable stay as soon as we enter. The bell boy walks us to our room for next one week on a paver with plants on one side and lotus ponds with big fishes on the other side. A plumeria tree with almost no leaves and bunches of flowers sits right in front of our room. For the short span we are going to spend in the hotel we find this a bliss. After a short relaxing time which my daughter offers to us with much insistence, we refresh and head to the streets of Kuta. This is the best part of visiting any new place. It might seem like we are wandering aimlessly, but we might come across something unique and interesting on one such road. This is where I see Canang Sari for the first time. They are everywhere, in front of every house, shop and temple in Bali. I see them in a dried up and withered condition being late evening and growing up seeing the Hindu offerings to Gods, this seemed a bit careless at first. Later when I see my mountain trekking guide offering Canang Sari before starting our trek I realize its cultural value. He has not carried any incense, so he offers few coins and lights a cigarette, prays and then smokes the same leaving me flustered. Canang Sari is a symbol of Balinese way of devotion, the offering can be fruit, cookie, beef, incense or a cigar as long as it is offered with devotion towards “the inconceivable.”
Be it the beautiful lotus pond or the kites flying in the sky, Bali reminds of India a lot.
Because of the love for architecture and inquisitiveness for culture, We start our actual tour of Bali on 26th September with our first stop at Bali museum. Instead of falling for the unofficial guides we decide to tour the premises on our own at leisure. The museum offers insights into the palaeolithic, prehistoric, medieval and colonial times of Bali. Right from the sarcophagus of the olden times to the ceremonies like teething rituals of Bali, we go through the artefacts in detail drawing relations and establishing roots of most of the rituals back to India. Below text displayed at the bottom of an artefact conveys the Balinese attitude towards other cultures in a subtle manner.
“western cultures can be adopted and adjusted to Balinese culture and even can create a new culture without leaving the original culture of Bali.”
Apart from providing a glimpse into the history, Bali museum along with the adjacent Jagatnatha temple also serves as an excellent spot for wedding photo shoots. This is where I got a first glimpse of the Balinese newlywed and fell in love with their wedding attire.
Though it draws its origins from India, Bali has developed its own depiction of Hinduism. The huge edifices depicting the epics of Ramayana and Mahabharata and statues of Shiva, Ganesh, Garuda, Jatayu, Vishnu, Rama, Hanuman instil fear and reverence. Being a person who does not believe in Idol worship, I felt strange seeing those huge statues in their fierce avatar as they instilled more fear and less composure. Below is one such statue depicting the ambush of Abhimanyu in Mahabharata. One can find many such statues and masks extensively used in Barong and many other ceremonies of Bali. I ask Dewa more about Balinese Hinduism and he explains but finds more from me. Knowing that Hinduism was born in India they have natural tendency to know more. He asks me where Ganga and Kurukshetra are located. I show him the locations on Google map.

The structures and the masks here also stand as a symbol of simplicity of Balinese. A close shot of this Barong mask shows it. Look at the usage of various grains and lentils in making the mask.

Our next stop is at Bajra Sandhi monument, a symbol of independence erected by Balinese. this monument erected on a square platform on plush gardens in the city centre. This monument like many other ancient temples and structures of Bali follows the three main architectural elements, Utama Mandala, Madya Mandala, Nista Mandala with a focus on the history and struggles of Balinese people.
After this brief half day city tour of Denpasar, we stop by for lunch before our next stop Uluwatu. We ask our driver Dewa to stop at a good restaurant that offers local delicacies. By now we know that his full name is Dewa Putu Bali. He explains that ‘Putu’ means elder son so ‘Putu’ can be the name of every third person in Bali. My daughter is fascinated seeing the variety of fishes displayed at the restaurant entrance. She obviously thinks that they are beautiful aquariums and very soon to her horror realizes that they are soon to be eaten. While my husband inspects those live fish counters picking his choice in the guidance of the waitress whose English is manageable I try to placate my daughter. He relishes the fish suggesting that it is the best-grilled fish he had while my daughter settles with fried chicken and I settle down enjoying both.
Uluwatu, a Balinese sea temple, is one of the Sad Kahyangan Jagad or the six holiest places of worship in Bali. Built on the edge of a 70-metre high cliff rock, this temple is dedicated to Lord Rudra. Unlike family temples, these main temples are opened for ceremonies and festivals so all the temple tours are limited to only outer premises. Wearing a full-length dress is a must even for this visit, my daughter wearing a knee-length dress was offered a Sarong at the ticket counter and she liked tying it around. Watching Uluwatu temple, the cliff and the sea waves hitting the cliff becomes to best moments of the day. Below is a picture of my daughter lost in the beauty of the vast expanse of the sea and sunset. After spending more than an hour watching the scenery, we walk and settle at the amphitheatre for the much awaited Kecak dance.

The strange name Kecak is so-called because the performers of this Ramayana dance drama continuously chant “Chak” for the entire performance. The main focus of the drama being the kidnap of Sita by Ravana and her rescue by the monkeys.
We are famished after the one-hour long dance and halt at a coconut stall outside the temple. Bali coconuts are huge and by the time we drank water and ate the coconut cream, we felt like we had our dinner. Obviously, such huge coconuts are not disposed of as waste. Another key aspect of Bali is the use of natural elements in art and craft. Like in the below images, be it shelters completely made of bamboo or these designer cups made from coconut shell, nature is seen everywhere.
Our first stop the next day was Pura Taman Ayu which is a temple garden. This temple comes to life during Barong dance festival. Thatched roofs are the most important aspects of the Meru towers in this temple. There is also a cock-fight arena on the right side of the main temple.
Built on a coastal rock overlooking the Indian ocean in the honour of sea Gods, Tanah Lot is of the seven sea temples of Bali and is famous for its scenic beauty and holy spring water. People here believe that sea snakes guard this temple from evil spirits.
There are many souvenir shops on the way to the temple but I don’t stop there as we have the most exciting part of the day waiting – the Devdan show. My daughter is not excited that we are leaving in a hurry without shopping but I promise her loads of shopping later and draw her attention to the show ahead. Two minutes into the show, my daughter is super excited. Though catching up with few elements of the performance was a bit difficult, we were left with a mesmerizing experience. Here, we got to know not just about Bali but the many cultures of the Indonesian archipelago. It is a perfect fusion of dance, music, drama and acrobatics and is a must watch for anyone who visits Bali. This is the best picture I could capture at the end of the show as filming is not allowed.

The next day we spend a brief time in the company of Monkeys in Ubud Monkey forest followed by a visit to the cave Goa Gajah. Goa Gajah is a small cave with depictions of menacing creatures and demons carved on the rock. It is surrounded by fountains, baths, waterfalls and ponds making it a place for a pleasant walk. People should be beware of the shop owners outside who try to lure you into buying sarongs, there is no need to buy them as they are distributed at the ticket counter.
My daughter rushed us to the art market and had fun roaming and shopping many charms, key chains and craft items. I had the best time not shopping but seeing the various silver jewellery, dresses, wooden crafts and statues, all made by the artisans from the neighbouring villages. From the simplest charm to the intricate wooden craft statues everything is available in this central location. Art of bargaining is a must here and the shop owners will definitely ask you if you are an Indian and the next question if you are a Hindu. If the answer to these questions is yes, be prepared to get the best of experience. Not just the sellers, all Balinese people have this soft corner and love reserved for Indians. They are ardent fans of Bollywood movies and serials and one of the sellers even played and sung Kuch kuch hota hai for me. Yes, their knowledge of Bollywood is not up to date 😉
It is difficult but I manage to pull my daughter out of the art market, the next part of the tour is something I have been waiting for. I was going to taste the most expensive coffee in the world, the poop coffee. Yes, you have read it right. I came to know about this coffee first when I spotted a Civet in Jungle retreat resort this summer. The retreat owner explained that Civet’s love Coffee cherries. While they eat the fruit they discard the coffee bean in their poop. These beans go through natural fermentation in the Civet’s digestive tract getting a unique flavour. Civet is called Luwak hence the coffee is named Kopi Luwak and it usually costs 30 to 50 times more than regular coffee. For the love of coffee, I buy Luwak coffee, Bali coffee and my daughter goes for a small pack of Mangosteen. My husband watches silently, it is difficult for him to understand my addiction to coffee and books.
The next day we spent rafting on the 16 kms stretch of Ayung river. The rafting experience is good and as usual, brings you that adrenaline rush, however, there are many places around Bangalore in Kabini and Kali river that offer a similar experience. The uniqueness of Ayung is that it flows in a narrow path, on both sides, at many places for long stretches I could see many carvings depicting Hindu stories. I wonder the amount of effort the sculptors could have put in carving them beside such a river.
Though a bit expensive, Bali night safari offers unique experience especially for kids. If you are captured inside a cage, a tiger climbs the top of the cage dripping its saliva on you and you get to touch the rough fur of its stomach, it is of course fascinating.
With my fear of water, my experience with water sports is limited to staying within the confines of the boat rafting. I did the same next day and spent my time on a boat reading my book and watching as my daughter and husband had their best time snorkelling at Padangbai.

We had pushed the most exciting part of the adventure to the last day of our trip. Trekking mount Batur would leave us with sore thighs and knees and in need of rest. So, I planned it as the last element of our trip. This part of the trip is something that is best experienced if the plan provided by the guide is followed to dot. After we return to our hotel room from snorkelling, a message waits for us from our trekking guide to be ready by 1 AM, yes that’s right. After spending some pleasant time on Legian beach and early dinner we hit our bed. We hardly sleep as our body clock is not yet set to such sleeping hours. Bali wakes up 2.5 hours before India. At sharp 1 AM, we are at the hotel reception where our guide awaits us. It is a two-hour drive from Legian to Kintamani, the starting point of the trek. We take a nap in the car. At Kintamani, we are taken into a hotel where we are refreshed with a strong Bali coffee and some delicious cookies. Our guide after reaching the starting point of the trek offers prayer at Batur temple and then we start on the trek. Within ten minutes, I am breathing heavy and in twenty minutes I take my first break. The trek lasts for more than two hours as I take frequent breaks. My daughter hops ahead chatting with our guide Made Marta while my husband walks along with me. With flashlight in one hand and a walking stick in the other, we hike to the summit which stands at a height of 1,717 m above sea level just before sunrise. It does not matter since it drizzles and the mountain is covered in mist, so we do not get the sunrise experience. Though we miss the sunrise we are enthralled by the glorious craters and the smoke coming out of them. Made Martha offers boiled eggs and banana sandwich and explains the science behind crater formation. He is very knowledgeable, it is during the discussion with him that I understood the Balinese naming convention. ‘Made’ in his name means the second child. He explains that locals adorn the crater rocks with yellow cloth. There is a symbolism behind the colour of cloth used that he explained, but I forgot. Volcanoes stand as the revered symbols of God’s creation and Balinese take this devotion seriously. Like in most of the places of Bali monkeys show us their presence here too.
If not for the fog we could have had a glimpse of the distant Mount Agung that was spewing gases at that moment. After spending some time on the summit, we trek down to our next destination, the hot spring at the foot of Batur. The fog is clear now and we get a good view of the 13 km expanse of Batur lake. I don’t prefer public baths for obvious reasons but the hot spring bath here changed my opinion. The changing rooms were not clean however relaxing in the warm water of the hot spring after hours of the trek is something everyone asks for. My daughter had lots of fun swimming in an otherwise quiet pool.

It was lunchtime by the time we were out. We were in the mood to explore farming and ask our guide to take some place where we can understand the agricultural methods followed here. He takes us to a strawberry farm in Bangli. We learn the hydroponics farming method, pick some strawberries, prepare strawberry jam and eat it along with delicious grilled chicken and fish.
We come back to hotel late evening and go to the hotel restaurant for our last dinner at Bali. We spend some time chatting with the waitress who had been greeting us with her sweet smile for the past one week. When we say that today is our last day, she stopped by. Her husband is a father in Karangasem, her Son studies in University and her daughter is studying tourism. She says that she has been working in the same hotel for the past twenty years and has seen all the ups and downs. We understand a bit about Balinese ceremonies from her. We hit the bed exhausted after a perfect long day. The next day we pack our bags and say our goodbyes though we are left with a strong urge to stay for some more time. We, of course, leave our trail behind.