Most travelers have a bucket list. I have been lucky enough to have checked quite a few off my personal list, but one place I have not yet reached is Jakarta. The 13,000 islands of Indonesia are astonishing, and having spent a month in serene Bali, my dreams now turn to city life. Enter Jakarta, the massive capital on Java, the mixes cultural influences from around the world.
What drives us, we nomadic types? What causes us to leave stable jobs, lovely homes, friends and family, to throw ourselves out into the world? To force discomfort upon ourselves by the mere act of having no home base, no tribe to reach to for comfort? To live a life outside our comfort zone, both mentally and literally?
Meester Jeem, Meester Jeem. Eat here, Eat here! Each night, the calls from the local restaurants followed us down the street. Wherever we travel, few can pronounce my name, but Jim seems to be universally understood. In post bombing Bali, tourists were scarce and the local businesses were in desperate shape.
In these dark, damp, long nights of winter, my soul longs for the tropics. Warmth, humidity, exotic flowers, fascinating culture, and inexpensive traveling….. oh Bali, how I miss you!!! Here our fantastic cottage in Ubud.
Lately I have been missing Indonesia and SE Asia. I miss the tropical scenery, the food, the laid-back lifestyle, the inexpensive prices, and the vibrant culture. This scene from rural Bali perfectly captures what I am missing. I can’t wait to go back.
We loved Bali; the scenery, the food, the people, the culture, it’s an amazing island. The local artisans are expert carvers, as evidenced by our lodging in Ubud. Off a dusty side alley and through a falling apart door, we came upon a sort of Eden, all at a bargain price! We could have stayed forever.