For our last day in Bali, Ouja and I decided upon a bike tour through the region of Ubud, one of Bali's oldest and most enduring regions in Indonesia, thriving in art and culture. This type of tour allowed us to see some of Bali's prominent flagships- the rice paddies, temples, homes, schools and wood-carving workshops the Balinese are known for- in their most intimate setting. We literally could see firsthand for ourselves the beauty of this people, whose unwavering warmth and genuine joy for life was clearly palpable in all of their mundane, day-to-day activities. Whether they were thrashing rice stalks or kicking back on the side of the road, one could see that even despite the extreme modesty of their lives, nothing lacked in love or reverence for the gift of life. I saw an entirely different glimpse of this rare people, whose simple abundance served as a lesson to all, East or West.
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| Getting ready to hit the road |
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| got rice?? |
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| You've got mail |
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| Striking a pose |
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Hindu temple
Bali style |
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| Rainfall tree |
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| Banyan 'stache |
cheeky
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| ahoy mate! |
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| Riding eazy |
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| Balancing Act |
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| Preparing an offering |
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Buddha boy
Wu Tang Clan |
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| All you need is LOVE. |
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