
I woke up too early for breakfast and too late to go back to sleep so I impulsively grab my camera, a jumper and jump on my scooter. I have enough time to see the rice fields one more time before my bus to Canggu depart and I feel I might regret not riding in Ubud one last time before leaving the town.
It’s my last time in Ubud before who knows when… I feel nostalgia already while driving through the little streets and the green landscapes. This morning is my last sunrise completely by myself. Nobody I know is around and I can freely do as I want. I’ll miss this sensation of freedom but I’m ready to meet my friends-familyfromBali and start another type of Journey with Wes in Lao.
This subtle feeling of nostalgia makes me see things more vibrant, more beautiful, more unique and magical. Any goodbye, any realization of a new Era coming up is making you appreciate the World for what it is really: a Miracle. How strange is it to miss this moment of my life while living it…
The last sunrise in Ubud.
Going to the Tegallalan Rice Terrace one last time, before the tourists awaken, before the heat start heating up the asphalt, was a sort of goodbye for me. A closure to one side of me, of an experience and a type of adventure I lived for the last months in South East Asia.













































