Bali Ubud

After Diana came back from Thailand to Australia (did I mention, she was in Thailand?) she wasn't happy. Her stint in Thailand was more work than relaxation and she wanted to do more yoga and drink out of coconuts.

So, Bali. It is supposed to be something like an Australian colony because it is the cheapest vacation Australians can do outside of the country. At least that was the reasoning I wanted to use for including it in the blog. It's all a lie. We have heard more Germans than Australians here.

Where The Streets Have No Numbers

OK, it is not a lie, we are just on the wrong spot. The partying Australians are just in different parts of Bali. When we arrived here, I shamefully didn't know anything about Bali or Ubud. We came here because Diana was told it has the best yoga places. I just found out yesterday that the whole of the tourism here is rooted in the book/film Eat, Pray, Love. The core of it are women in their 30s looking for spirituality, fitness, cleansing, health, whatever. That's me basically.

First meal in Ubud.

I like and I don't like the center of Ubud. It has lots of good restaurants (and shops if you like that kind of thing). The people are good natured. It is cheaper than Australia. I like the traditional architecture. Also the rooms they do yoga in are stunning in their beauty and I don't even care for that kind of thing. What I don't like is the endless traffic and constant loudness and the taxi drivers asking for prices beyond what you would pay in Australia.

Working place in our hotel.

If you go a bit outside of the centre of the village, it is a completely different feeling. Traffic becomes much less and you see a mixture of beautiful nature, small, neglected shops and traditional courtyards that house multiple generations of families with their own mini-temple. Next time we come here, we will get a room a bit outside of town.

Then we will see more of this.