Surfer’s don’t care about resorts cold showers do the trick.     They don’t need fancy restaurants fried rice and Bintang will suffice.     Techno clubs and drugs don’t woo them they’d rather rise for the surf.     Reggae and relaxation suits them fine to ride well...

  On a magical island where durian spills from overgrown jungle trees     gangs of monkeys halt morning motorbikers a volcano spews and waterfalls gush from misty cliffs     lies a coast as green as the ocean is vast gifted with white sand beaches and a glassy...

  The beach on Gili Air may be lined     with tourist catered restaurants and resorts     the wifi may stream with the speed of a sloth     flies may swarm your smoothie or land on your face     you may find more trash when beachcombing than shells     you may cut...

  Thousands of years ago a Javanese Hindu priest came to the union of two rivers to sit in meditation.     The people of Bali believed this place had magical powers royal families came from all across the island hoping to be healed.     They named it “medicine” in...

  Light floods through the windows that encase my bungalow.     Rooster crows reverberate against the glass panes. Cattle intermittently bellow a comical tune.     His soft, steady breath beside me dreaming beneath clouds of white sheet lures me to linger     but...