Published on January 30th, 2011


Random Photo Memory: Bali Bliss

This photo memory might better be dubbed “Briefly Bali” as my visit to Bali was one of my shortest escapes ever. Indeed, but barely a week in this enchanting corner of the globe (seemingly hardly worth the 19 hr. flight to get there).

In addition to patiently (if bewilderingly) driving me hither and yon the island (from the fabled rice fields at Jatiluwih, to the isle’s northern shores along the Bali Sea) to find geocaches, my dear driver Kadek kindly invited me to his home village of “Bengkel” for a celebration of Sugian Jawa – the second of three ceremonies leading up to the annual great Hindu festival known as “Galungan”, a most auspicious day set aside to worship all the positive powers and rid the cosmos of negativity.

As an honored guest (and the first “foreigner” to ever visit Kadek’s village), I was most welcome to take part in all the rituals – the sprinkling of holy water, the pressing of a few grains of rice to forehead, the blessing of the ancestors, etc.  And of course dining on the delectable “baba guiling” (suckling pig), a rare village treat reserved only for special ceremonies.

To see more of my little Bali escape, check out my video:

About the Author

Off-the-beaten-path travel is my passion,and I’ve always lived life “like-a-kid-in-a-candy-store” – eager to sample as many flavors as I can. Indeed, my life motto has long been: This ain’t a dress rehearsal, folks!

2 Responses to Random Photo Memory: Bali Bliss

  1. It may have been only a week but what priceless memories! The video is terrific!
    Irene S. Levine kindly contributed to world literature by posting…A stay at the Sofitel Lyon Bellecour in the City of SilkMy Profile

    • Dyanne says:

      Glad you enjoyed the video, Irene. And yes, I only had but a week (and this, after a 19 hr. flight mind you!), and I was fearful that I’d visited Bali too late – that it would prove achingly touristy at ever turn.

      No so! As is often the case – just a matter of stepping a few blocks off the tourist trail, and the true spirit of Bali emerged alive and well. And I was lucky too, that my driver invited me to his family’s feast (I was the only Westerner to ever visit his village in the far north of Bali).

Back to Top ↑

Show Buttons
Hide me