Backpacking in Bali
I only planned for the accommodation for the first day. The rest of the week would be on backpacking mode — looking around for lodging and traversing the island by the map.
Alone at first, then I started meeting up people; Balinese, Javanese, Russian, Japanese and Australian. The last three would be the largest majority amongst the tourist group minority.
I rent a scooter to travel around. Stay up late till wee morning for photography shot near the cliff at the seaside, the paddy hillside, the littoral beach and the urban township — always under the glittering stars.
It’s a never ending sightseeing, from the culture event to night fest. I like the beach best!
Tagging along with a local for a surf (which I only watch — that’s one scary tube wave at Uluwatu) and pillion riding with a Javanese DJ (she’s working in Bali) along the dark gang (alley) and the chaotic town of Kuta is such a peculiar experience. Since I don’t usually like being in the water (which is ironic, since I dive and my work involved with subsea engineering) and I’m very much afraid of riding a motorcycle — especially as a pillion rider.
Skipped the tourist-trap. Tag-along with the local. And I’m on my way for an almost perfect backpacking experience.