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My first days in Bali… I hadn’t set foot there in the last 6½ years, for reasons I felt no need for to share with most people. I don’t know what it is about Bali. To me, it’s like being covered with a veil, immersing me in a strange mix of feelings of coming home, belonging and faded memories that seem old, so very old, even though they don’t cover events from a past of more than 10 years. Arriving at the airport fills my heart with mingled feelings of expectation and anticipation; memories and thought of things to come compete. The customs officer is passed fast enough and I can see my backpack on the nearby conveyor belt, trying to make it’s way back to the wide opened mouth in the wall of the terminal building, that, by being small, looks rather cozy compared to its big brothers in S’pore and Kuala Lumpur. The next minute I’m almost outside already, only to suddenly change my mind and quickly make my way to the ATM’s that I had seen inside. I had anticipated to spend the first evening in Kuta, before heading north, and I needed some money for this. Only then I make my way out.
It was truly a surprise… outside was the seemingly ever present crowd of people. Waiting for the arrival of family, friends, husbands, wives, lovers, business associates, and, of course, tourists, part of what kept this place going. A small girl broke away from the crowd and leaped forward into my arms. I was so surprised, it took me a second or 3 to see it was my little gem, welcoming me with a handfull of these exquisitely fragrant flowers that, to me, are almost synonymous to Bali, even thought the local Indonesian name is “Cambodja tree”. What better welcome can you have ?
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Updated: Friday, 31 August 2007 19:54
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Updated: Friday, 31 August 2007 19:54
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