If Bali were a man, he would be charming and laid back. He would be the YOLO kind of guy who would love to be surrounded by beautiful and pristine water that have healthy coral reef, enticing volcanoes and cultural and religious beliefs that have remained virtually untouched by the comings and goings of strangers. He would rise early in the morning, grab his surf board, walk barefoot along Legian Street and catch the waves at Kuta Beach. He would buy his breakfast from one of the many ambulant food vendors and eat it with his bare hands right beside the road. He would sleep the entire day or wake up for a while to lounge around in the pool. At night, after a bed rest, he would come out like a jungle cat looking for his prey and dance and drink until the break of dawn. Lather, rinse, repeat.
This is possibly how Lady Rose looks like, not really lady-like but that hair is enough to rival Rapunzel’s. This street art is found across the shop.
Beside or a shop down Lady Rose is this tiny quadrilateral that houses several paintings for sale. The guys in charge allowed me to take two photos and promptly stopped me after I snapped the second. Very efficient.
For those who need money to have tattoos or to buy paintings, there is an ATM center. Beside the ATM center is a liquor store.
This pig on its hind legs reminds me of Orwell’s Animal Farm. Piggy’s Bar is along Legian Street.
The Bali Bombing Memorial or Ground Zero Monument. It stands where Paddy’s Pub was located. Paddy’s Pub was destroyed in the 2002 bombing. The black marble plaque in the center of the monument contains the names of the victims.
Beachwalk is a high-end mall that faces Kuta Beach. It has faucets in its entrance to accommodate customers who just came from the beach.
One of the dinner set-ups at Jimbaran Bay. The pitch black part is actually the water and the sky. We ate with the sky as our roof, really fine sand as our floor and waves as our background music.
Local boys wearing traditional clothes - kamben sarong - on their way to a festival. This photo was taken near Kintamani.
The roofs of the houses in Bali (and in some parts of Jakarta, I did not notice if this was true in Yogyakarta) had an almost uniform look. The roofs have sirap or hard wood shingles arranged like tiles. This photo was taken from the balcony of our third-floor room in Ronta Bungalow.
Inside Denpasar International Airport. I took more than 100 photos while we waited for our flight to Yogyakarta. There were free samples of chocolates in one of the cafes. 🙂
I do not know how much having tattoos in Bali costs. I guess that it’s not a lot because there were a lot of tattoo shops there (no monopoly and all that stuff, I guess). Marami ring shops na nagbebenta ng surf boards, beach apparel and such. Maraming naka-sale.
It is nice to take candid photos of strangers, especially the simple but tagos-sa-pusong eksena. 🙂
That’s why I want to stay in Bali.. es muy relajante.. I usually answer that in our Spanish class on what place will I stay for good. ang lakas maka-laid back.. � Is the tattoo expensive there? I like the painting of the old man that looks like from another Indian tribe.. When we went there in Tama Mini India, there was a father and son who are flying their kites.. I was able to shot them with my camera and it was a nice scenery and bonding moment for them. 🙂