The Surfers' Paradise
I had been long wanting to take my hubby to Pecatu. This is a very nice spot in south Bali, a paradise for surfers. However, to get there is a bit tricky and risky. You have to take this very busy highway, Bypass I Gusti Ngurah Rai (the highway was named after an Indonesian national hero who is a native Balinese, I Gusti Ngurah Rai). So, I was a bit doubtful of going there by scooter. But, my hubby wanted to give it a shot.
And yes, it was just as busy and scary as I had thought. And I had to refresh my memory after years not being around. So many turns, so many ups and downs, which way to go... it was really an adventure. But finally, finally we saw the blue ocean ahead of us, on top of us. Yes, the blue ocean was higher than the spot we were at. And that is what I recalled how to get to Pecatu.
Cafes on the rock, surfers--with their boards, beer in their hands, no shirts on their tan skin--coming back after uniting with the ocean, enjoying the beauty of the colours of the resting sun, sinking in the west, drowning slowly into the ocean. We were not a part of this fellowship -- surfers and nature -- we were a part of the world itself. We were witnessing the beauty of this ritual and made it a memory.
Finally, our hard work are paid off. These are two of some pictures we took.
Day one of riding-the-scooter passed. We passed the test of crazy traffic, and back to our hotel room safely. We went to JP's Warung for dinner where I wanted to meet Adri, to get my Indonesian phone sent my by mom.
(To be continued...)