When in Java, I researched for a silent retreat in Bali, I thought it would be a great life experience to not use my voice for few days. When I realized I would not be able to listen to any music, read any book and that I will basically starve for one week if I clicked on the button “reserve”, I quickly change my mind and naturally search for something less hardcore. I will have a life experience in a yoga retreat.
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Month: January 2016
The perfume of Lisa
When I had dinner the very first night I arrived in Bingin beach, I had a long talk with the lady who was preparing the fish her husband was fishing each day to nurrished the tourist like me. I learned more about Hinduism religion and the life here. Balinese in general are masters of enjoying the present and be satisfied with what life offers to them. The culture of the sea, the influence of the moon and the respect of the ancient is omnipresent.
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Do you know where I can find a scooter?
[Careful – Cheesy and romantic contains]
I’ve never been so happy to be on my own. Bingin beach is the perfect place on earth for solo travelers who wants to have a break. Imagine a beautiful little beach protected by the cliff, few travelers happy to avoid you as much as you want to avoid them, plenty of space to lie on the sun or chill on your balcony facing the sea, fresh fruits for breakfast and the only sound you can hear around is the ocean or the ladies selling bracelets.
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Silent retreat
After an epic journey from Ijen Volcano to Denpasar in Bali, Alberto and I were absolutely exhausted. Waking up at 1am, hiking in the condition I explained in the last article for more than 8 hours, taking the van, the boat and a public bus was like living the longest day of my life. And it was not over yet.
Warm thoughts from Hell, with love.
My heart is beating so fast. I can’t breath properly. I’m crying rivers from the smoke in my eyes.
A mum is asking her nine years old kid to remove her gaz mask to take a picture with her bloody iPhone. The rotten eggs smell is unbearable. He throws up.
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Blue Fire
After the three days hike in Myanmar, wearing my destroyed converses and sleep on the floor, freezing to the bones, I thought that the hardest part of my trip was done.
I was not imagining one second that a way more intense experience was waiting for me in Java and that I would admire a sunset in Hell…
Teenagers of Bromo: Rock’n’roll and traditions
In the end, the only landscapes I saw of Java was when I arrived by plane and behind the mini van’s window who drove me from Jogja to Bromo and from Bromo to Ijen. I don’t feel like I’ve been able to experience the real countryside lifestyle but when we came back from the first hike of the tour, I start speaking with the guys working at the hotel we were staying at.
Listening to the Earth’ song
I met Alberto, a Spanish traveler in Jogja. I was searching for an express tour to see what East Java had to show in terms of Volanoes. I could have do it on my own, like a badass but after reading a lot of advices on Google from people who did it in the past, I realise that this time, an agency would be more than welcome. It really looked like a big hassle and it seems to costs more to do it on your own than with a tour.
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Concert and exhibition
Who said you can’t approach art while traveling in the same way than at home?
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Sweet sweet Luisa
Luisa was my dorm mate in Yogyakarta, the last night.
Her blond curly hair and soft blue eyes must have been really appreciated during her exchange semester in Bali. She knew people around and knew some word in Bahasa which is really nice when you don’twant to look like a total tourist ready to be scammed.
The Wanderlust Queens Project 