On the road. . .

by indigosparke

I awake to another new room, another new smell, another new beginning…
Today is our last free day before the course begins.
There has been a motorbike delivered for us to ride for $5 dollars a day and worth it for our location which is a bit out of town…
Its the first time I’ve driven on the road, not only on a bike, but full stop as I don’t drive a car…
Im feeling grateful I did the learner course in Sydney before I came.
We call on guidance and a protective shield and set out into the morning Bali madness.
The roads are like ant trails, people navigating around each other and daring to touch head on, carrying all their supplies and multiple people on back.
Breathe…
We manage to relax into the dance and flow of the river of bikes…
Cami navigates and gives me directions leading us to new destinations.
We cafe hop for most of the day meeting new friends who have called this place home for many years. A raw rainbow salad of accents from all over, filling us with tips and smiles.

We make it home eventually, laughing all the way, and fall into bed.
Satisfied exhaustion…

A knock on the door breaks us from our trips down memory lane.
A Rastafarian balinese gardner has come to deliver us a big bag full of freshly picked vegetables and herbs from his garden.

Its the simple moments that melt me… washing the vegetables together in a pot in a camping style kitchen talking about life… In these moments I am reminded of what is important, what makes my heart sing and how different it is from what my brain gets caught up in at times.

Now… Off to a forest party out amongst the rice fields with the local expats…

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