I was really dreading going to Bali. First of all we
arriving in the middle of the night and staying near a prison (is that safer because everyone’s locked up?
Or more dangerous because it’s probably in a bad neighborhood? I couldn’t decide), and secondly
because Bali has a reputation for being one big, beautiful tourist trap. And tourist traps are the worst thing
ever when you are trying to have an authentic cultural experience. But within
five minutes on the island I realized how wrong I was. Bali is a tropical
paradise that’s affordable. I still can’t believe that on our meager student
budgets Marco and I were able to go to a place like this. I guess I just
associate beautiful beaches and turquoise waters with rich spoiled people. The
Balinese people are friendly and easygoing and somehow the magic of Bali even put
all the tourists in a great mood. And as if playing in the crazy huge waves and taking
long walks on the beach at sunset wasn’t enough, I learned to ride a motorbike!
I did drive into a ditch and almost kill myself, but other than that is was
completely awesome. Marco was rightfully scared for his life every time we rode
(I think my awful gear shifting probably
didn’t help), but hey, YOLO!!! Did I really just write that?!?! Haha. America
withdrawal.
Now, some years later, he hosts travelers through
couchsurfing and is saving up to hitchhike to Germany. He’s planning on opening
a bakery called Bread Pit (he has a great sense of humor) where the second floor is free lodging for
backpackers and the first floor is a bakery where the backpackers can
volunteer. Although the beaches and scenery in Bali were memorizing, Peter is
the true gem of Bali. He is the most generous person I have ever met and shares
absolutely everything he owns: his room, his motorbike, his love for Bali, his
stories and his huge heart.
Marco playing in the waves |
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