Both day and time have escaped me. As usual, I packed too much and want to rid myself of all possessions. All I want are constant sun and sea. Our first night here we met the boys. Ty, Klara, and Tom followed. And, then, Shayne. It’s too early to tell where everything (with us) is at. We just are.
The Sandat is as I remember it to be — a Garden of Eden. This time, Canadians fill the rooms instead of the Swedish Girls. People come and go — a surfer here, an Australian there, a lover near, a lost love there.
We woke with the sun today, hopped on the the back of the boys’ motorbikes, and headed to Belangan. The tide inched in slowly, teasing our toes, as Sarah and I drowned in sunlight. The drive from Kuta was hectic, as always, a tidal wave of flashing metal machines. But, the road to Belangan was surrounded by everything lush and real. Balinese Life. “Welcome to My Paradise”
I try not to be too lazy here, but the heat is a warm blanket you can’t help but curl up in. Sarah’s already sleeping beside me.
With Gratitude,
L.
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