“They are here! You are lucky guys!” Said my rasta diver instructor on the boat.
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Tag: ocean
Devil’s tear
Devil’s Tear is few meters away from Dream Beach. I spent the day by myself, on the scooter, exploring the island and even if I started to want to speak with somebody, I felt grateful for this extra time of loneliness on the top of the cliff, watching the rageous ocean kissing the shaped rocks.
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Dream Beach 💀
Ok, so… Dream beach was supposed to be the most beautiful spot of Nusa Lembogan…
So I took a selfie.
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Secret temple
I like taking the little roads when I visit a place but you never know if there will be a treasure at the end of the alley or if you’ll find the dump of the city. A nice and sunny path in the rice fields can turn into a muddy grey road. That’s when you regret to have come so far because you think you’ll never find your way back on time before sunset or because you feel that this dude working on the field is looking at you in a strange way.
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I am a surfer now
I like starting an article declaring all the stereotypes I know about a country or a state.
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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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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.
Breaking the spell
On the 31st of December 2014, one year ago exactly, a Scottish church rang midnight and the bagpipes in the stadium I was standing in began playing the goodbye song. Fireworks were illuminating the sky and my cold smoky breath was blurring the stars behind my partner’s head as I looked up at him. As much as Scotland can be cold on a 31st of December, my heart was burning with love and hope for the new year to come.
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The Wanderlust Queens Project 