Enjoying the daily life of locals in that charming fishing village that is Jimbaran.
The first feeling I experienced upon arriving in Bali was chaos. After picking up my suitcase, I went to change some money, buy a local phone card at the airport and locate the person who would take me to my hotel in Jimbaran.
I had decided to spend the first night in a place near the airport to get acclimatized to the country and to the time change. Although the distances are not long, with traffic it can take you 2 hours to travel the 40 kilometers distance between Ubud and the airport. And I did not feel like it after 18 hours of travel.
Once outside, the first thing I found were hundreds of people located in four or five rows deep, pushing to get a place where their posters would be visible to the newcomers. I thought it would be impossible to find my driver, but in a few minutes I was already up in the front seat of a mini-van with an offering for the gods on the dashboard and listening to Enrique Iglesias on the radio. It seemed unreal to me to be surrounded by huge Balinese statues, temples, offerings to the gods as I listened to “turn up the radio,” and I laughed.
It was 7 o’clock in the evening, it was already dark, and I was exhausted, but happy and wanting to go out to smell, see and feel. I took a bath on the balcony of my room with a view of nature to activate my system, and after that I was ready to go for a walk and have dinner at one of the famous fish and seafood restaurants in Jimbaran.
After a pleasant walk navigating around offerings, between greetings and invitations to enter the multiple restaurants and taxi transfers, I decided to return to the hotel.
In the area where I was staying, which is the closest to the airport and the fish market, is where you can find the most expensive restaurants but also the most beautiful ones, and some with shows. They all have the same price and produce. There are cheaper restaurants further south, about 10 minutes by taxi; the most famous is Menega café.
I tried the delicious fish and seafood at my hotel, with a delicious glass of Sababay white wine (local wine) and relaxing views of the pool. And I end the day relaxing on comfortable sofas on the hotel terrace with a cocktail invitation from the hotel and thanking life for everything it was giving me.
Good morning Bali! I woke up promptly with the idea of going for a walk on the beach and to watch the fishermen come and go with their boats. The morning was cloudy, the sea was rough, and the drizzle turned into intense rain. However, nothing prevented me from walking barefoot on the white sand, the whitest you will find on the island, from Kedonganan to Hidden beach.
With my gopro in hand and eager to soak up everything around me, though not so much the rain, of course! I met surfers, locals taking a walk, children scampering, dogs barking, fishermen trying to unload and disembark their merchandise and women cleaning fish in the Jimbaran fish market. In short, enjoying the daily life of locals in that charming fishing village that is Jimbaran.
Travel for me is all of this, to feel part of the country, to learn and share another way of life.
I’m having breakfast while talking with a young, modern Chinese guy who was there working on the construction of the Bridge of Love in the south of Bali (or so he told me) and he also told me that Bali is the island of love (!!). Then, I was heading towards Ubud.
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With the best of my smiles,