Saying goodbye to my love Bali..

My feet are finally going to be on the move again. My time in Bali is up and the itch of moving on is growing each minute. I know I haven’t told you anything about the last month (!?) but my final few weeks didn’t go exactly as planned..

The week that was supposed to be my final week at my internship turned into a disaster when I got pretty ill over the weekend. High fever, muscle pain, headache etc. I finally decided to visit a doctor and what I was fearing became true.. I had dengue fever. Almost 6 months of perfect health and there it was, my worst nightmare.

I spend 3 days in the hospital and 5 nights at a friends house recovering and although I felt like crap then, I’m better, if not even better than before! So as my horoscope said yesterday, I’m packing my bags before the boredome sets in. In about 24 hours I will be in Thailand, with my best friend, doing what I love most: Travelling.

The best part for you, my dear followers, is that I will have lots and lots of stories once I get back home, which I will all share with you over time. Back to packing my backpack it is now and time to say goodbye to my love Bali.. I will miss you!

 

 

That’s it, from now on I’m Canadian

The European Cup. How cool would it be to stay up all night, go to a bar to watch the Dutch orange lions kick some German butt, go to sleep for 2 hours and wake up full of energy, laughing and making fun of my German co-workers. Bye bye dream..

Fighting against my sleep, sitting in a bar with Dutch and German supporters, a vomiting guy behind me, listening to the Germans screem their team towards the victory, 2 hours of sleep, waking up even more tired and hearing how well Germany played last night. Hello reality..

My genius plan now (if I can say so myself) is to tell everybody I’m actually Canadian and it’s not even a lie. Although I don’t have a Canadian passport, being born there make me technically a Canadian, right? Right!?

Anyway, at least I’m on the other side of the world and don’t have to watch all the orange decoration that remind me of the awful defeat..

1 Giant Mind: The Bali Experiment

Now you all know about my odd taste of music, I might as well tell you about my “spiritual experiences”. Ever since I can remember I’ve been interested in the “spiritual world”. I have a pack of tarot cards, 2 books about how to use it and 3 or 4 books about dreams. I’ve had a personality analysis based on the planet positions on my date and time of birth. I’ve been to a medium to “communicate” with my dad and I’m thinking about getting hypnotherapy.

I didn’t go to the 1 Giant Mind gathering with the intention to actively participate. I was just curious how it would look like, what it all was about and to have a little taste of the atmosphere. When we arrived at the beach the vibe was relaxed, we took some photo’s and decided to sit right in the middle of everything with kertan music playing on the stage. We were explained what 1 Giant Mind was all about, what research has showed so far and the goal of this gathering by the 2 co-founders and Bapak Merta Ada, a meditation teacher with over 80.000 students. 20 Minutes of eyes closed silence followed.

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I sat there, with my eyes closed, very consious of the silence of 2000 people I was sharing this with. I could feel the soft breeze more consious, hear the sound of waves in the background more consious, smell the fresh air more consious. Where I first thought 20 minutes was a long time, during the experience I thought it was not long enough. The eyes closed silence was very relaxing although I didn’t feel like I was truely meditating.

We were lead out of the eyes closed silence by Gary Gorrow, one of the co-founders of 1 Giant Mind. Still with our eyes closed, he started to tell us to combine our inner silence. As soon as he said the words, I felt the physical impact of the engergy created on that beach. I have never in my life experienced anything like it. Slowly we opened our eyes to look at the people around us that we just shared this incredible experience with. The feeling of oneness and unity was dripping off the smiling faces I saw. We were no individuals at this stage, we were truly one.

I’m not saying that I’m hooked on meditation after this experience although I now truly believe that we do need these moments of eyes closed silence. How much impact it has on the world I don’t know. I’m just very thankful I was part of this experiment in Bali, one of the most spiritual places on earth. And how can you leave Bali without at least one spiritual experience?!

Now my questions to you. Have you ever experienced anything like this? Ever felt the physical impact during mass meditation?


Music soul mates

A few new Australian blokes recently moved into the hotel I’m staying at in Bali. We (the upstairs balconly girls as we like to call ourselves) decided from the very first time we heard them talk we were not going to like them. They were loud, Australian and all male, but mostly they were new. We liked the hotel just as it was. Nice and quiet, peaceful and away from all the Australian tourists. So when they arrived, we literally braced ourselves, waiting for the disaster to happen.

That disaster never happend. In fact, they invited us to their house warming “barbie” with free beer in the esky and food cooking away. As a Dutch person, I jump at the word free so I figured hell, why not! As it turned out, one of the blokes works in the music industry and shared my odd taste of music.

I don’t come across a lot of people that appreciate my rather mixed music collection. From Avril Lavigne to Tracy Chapman, Three Days Grace, Red Hot Chilli Peppers, Foo Fighters, Ben Howard, Don Diablo, Bob Dylan and Mumford & Sons. It’s all in my Itunes and so much more. I have a passion for the music I love and no particular favourite genre. So to meet someone that actually understood my taste (the deeper meaning, the feeling some songs give you, it was a pretty intense conversation!) was not what I thought I would find here in Bali.

We ended up introducing each other to other bands, musicians and what not. I made him listen to Damien rice and he introduced me to Jeff Buckly. He’s going on a mission today to find some more music for me to listen to and I can’t wait. I don’t have a lot of music knowledge and living in Bali hasn’t expand this either. Until now!

This is just another learning lesson for me, to not judge people by their cover. I had a blast last night and can’t wait to see what he’s come up with.

Sunset at Kuta Beach

After a full day of shopping all around Kuta, driving from shopping mall to local markets and  walking down all the main streets, I was tired and just wanted to sit down with a cold drink. What is a better place to do that than the cool shade of an umbrella, while watching the sunset on the beach?

During these sunset hours it seems like the beach transforms. From people soaking in the sun relaxing and surfers in the water to a busy hub I don’t know where to look with all the things going on. The local boys come out to play some football, the love couples walking along the shore and the sports fanatics doing their daily run. When you’re lucky you’ll see a ceremony of some sort with the accompanying traditional music. The more lazy people (including me!) huddle together at one of the beach bars for a sunset drink and the vendors zigzag through the crowd, hoping for a good selling day.

It was on that day full of shopping, when I placed my butt down on a chair not planning to get up anytime soon, that one of the beach bar boys asked me if I wanted to play a game of backgammon. The last time I played that I was on a holiday with my mom years ago but I was up for a challenge!

Living the Bali life, pretty nice right?!

Beep Beep! Tourist on the road

I arrived in Bali on February 7th, in the middle of the rainy season. My first few weeks were hot, humid and sticky and sometimes I just didn’t know what to do with myself because of the heat. The only good thing about that time of year was the low volume of tourists. Don’t get me wrong, there were still tourists around, just not so many as now.

With the high season on the threshold, the streets are filling up with traffic. Rows of big busses on the main streets, guys with their surfboards strapped to their motorbike weaving through the traffic and motor transport guys driving the tourists around. The beaches are getting more crowded together with the restaurants. Slowly the tourists are taking over Bali.

There is just one thing that I don’t seem to understand. Bali has been a tourist island for many, many years now. Each year the amount of foreign travellers arriving in Bali grows and the roads are becoming more and more crowded. How is it possible that there are still so many traffic jams in and around Kuta when Bali has so many years of experience with tourists, high seasons and traffic jams? Well, I think I found my answer to that today, when I was driving back to Kuta from Sanur.

There is this one big round about in Kuta where Sunset road, the Nusa Dua by pass and the road to Sanur come together. It is one big fury of cars, trucks, motorbikes and busses trying to get their right exit. It has traffic lights to control the traffic and to create some order in the chaos. Normally the traffic lights work fine and the traffic passes the round about without any problems. Today however, for some unknown reason, the police decided to step in and guide the traffic themselves. They stood there in the middle of the road, talking to each other on walky talkies, bossing the traffic around. What a nightmare. As it was our turn to go on the round about, one of the police officers decided the Nusa Dua by pass could go as well. It was one big mess of people honking their horns, shouting, near accidents, confusion, people going left, right, straight ahead and almost through each other.

This is not the first time that I have seen police taking over the work of traffic lights. I mean, there are not a lot of traffic lights around, but the ones that are there work fine and in general everybody listens to them. The problem arises as soon as the police step in and take over. Alright, maybe this is not the reason for the traffic jams, but I was just baffled by this situation today. Not only is it dangerous and confusing for the local people, I can only imagine being a freshly arrived tourist driving around in that mess!

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Beep Beep! Tourist on the road! 

Learn from mistakes..

Everybody makes mistakes. Some have more concequences than others. The best part of making mistakes, no matter what effect they have, is that we learn from them. We grow, eventhough you might not notice it.

Just before the weekend, I made a mistake. I went down to the beach at night with my friend, to look at the stars and just enjoy the Bali life. I put my bag down next to me and the next thing I know, it’s gone. Stolen. To be never found again. My wallet, phone, sunglasses and the most important thing, my lucky beads. (I carry them around everywhere! Even when I’m not travelling!).

So I found myself at the tourist police, at midnight, filing a report. Mind you, this was my first police encounter in the almost 4 months I’ve been here, quite an achievement if I can say myself.. Anyway, after filing the report, had my photo taken with the police officer (he insisted!) I was on my way back to my hotel. Thankfully I have a lovely mom back home that arranged everything for me, including blocking my ATM card and contacting my insurance company.

So in the end, it all turned out fine. These things happen and you can’t do anything about it. I’ve learned from my mistake and keep smiling.

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In memory of my bag, wherever you are, thank you for carrying my things!